Chapter 2815 Dedicated to Freedom

Joan saw the representatives of the opposing sides in the crowd. One of them was Mr. Jefferson's butler, holding a whip in his hand, and was furiously scolding the tall dark-skinned young man opposite him, calling him an "ungrateful bastard." Bitch", "heartless bastard"!

Joan listened for a while, and learned that the black young man was named Kuhn, and he was the foreman of the Jefferson family.

Those who are familiar with the southern culture of the New World know that the name "Kuhn" is especially common in the cotton-growing areas of the South, but almost no white people give their children this name, because the word "Kuhn" is derived from the word "cotton". , which means "the person who picks cotton".

As we all know, almost all the hard laborers working in the southern cotton plantations were slaves.

"Cotton pickers" are almost equated with black slaves, and later derived other slanderous extended meanings, such as "incorrigible".

Obviously, decent white families would not name their children "Kuhn", which is a derogatory term for black slaves.

The young black man named Kuhn seemed unwilling to be a white slave forever. He actually gathered a group of black slave brothers and circulated the "Emancipation Proclamation" in private. The agitation of the host, surrounded the master's carriage halfway, and begged the noble Mr. Jefferson to grant them freedom.

Isn't this blatant rebellion?

Mr. Jefferson sat in the carriage without saying a word, and sent the butler down to negotiate with the restless slaves, to appease them to give up the idea of ​​rebellion and obey their duties.

None of the other black slaves dared to confront the furious Mr. Butler, but Kuhn, the tough one, did not give in and insisted on leaving Jefferson's house and going to freedom.

"A rebellious bastard! How dare you say 'run to freedom'? You don't even piss on your face, you deserve to talk about freedom?!"

The housekeeper was about to go mad with anger, and pointed at Kuhn's chest and scolded, "Be honest, what the hell are you planning!"

"Go to freedom, Mr. Steward, I dare not lie to you, I really think so." Kuhn replied with his head down.

"Huh? Freedom? What kind of freedom do you mean?"

The butler asked angrily.

"It's the kind of freedom that the master described in the Declaration of Independence." Kuhn replied sincerely, "I can't read, but I heard people talk about it. Everyone said that the master is very great and very knowledgeable. It is an honor for me to be Lord's head valet..."

"Since you feel honored, why run away?"

"Because I'm going to liberty, Mr. Steward, as my lord wrote in the Declaration of Independence, everyone has the right to liberty, and I'm a human being, and we niggers are human beings, and we have the same right, We want to follow the great ideas put forward by the master to go to freedom, so we must leave the master."

Kuhn replied unhurriedly. These well-organized words have obviously been calculated in his mind for a long time.

"Ah? You... this..."

The housekeeper didn't expect an illiterate nigger to be so eloquent, he couldn't help being speechless for a while, and in annoyance, he simply cursed.

"Kuhn! You are lying! What you say is nice, what kind of bullshit is defecting to freedom, you obviously want to defect to Feizhen's invading army!"

"Mr. Steward, why do you think so?" Kuhn raised his head and asked back, "Could it be that freedom is only with Master Fei?"

"Nonsense!" The butler was so annoyed that he couldn't choose what to say, "I have served the master's manor for most of my life, how can I not know where the niggers go to be free?"

The many black slaves watching all around burst into laughter when they heard the steward's words.

The butler suddenly became furious, threw off the whip, and beat those niggers who dared to laugh at him.

"Taste this, damned niggers! What freedom do you know? You only deserve to be whipped!"

"Stop!" Kuhn suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the whip from the butler.

"Ah? Kuhn... Are you trying to rebel?!" The butler staggered back, with expressions of anger and fear alternately appearing on his face.

"So what about rebellion?" Kuhn took a step forward and snapped angrily.

"Yes! So what about rebellion?"

"We are going to rebel against the white people today!"

"Guys! Capture all the white people in the car and escort them to Earl Winthrop for a bounty and freedom!"

Someone took advantage of the chaos to yell, and there was an immediate response. The black slaves were so angry that they surrounded the butler, punched and kicked, and then rushed towards the convoy like a black tide.

The white people in the car panicked, the women and children screamed and cried, and the men cursed and raised their shotguns and fired at the rioting black slaves.

Gunshots rang out, and several black slaves were shot and fell down, but the others were not scared off, but became more angry, and together they overturned a large cart, pots, pans, luggage and bedding were scattered all over the ground, making a mess .

Seeing that the scene was out of control, Joan quickly cast a spell to teleport over it, and appeared in the center of the black-and-white melee. He raised his left hand and shook the mithril bracelet on his wrist to activate the "Symbol of Fear".

A round of cyan magic halo, centered on the foothold of the black-robed mage, quickly spread to the surroundings.

Both sides in the scuffle were included, and they all exclaimed at the same time, and they all threw down their weapons and fled with their heads in their arms.

The black slaves, including Kuhn, were frightened away by the "Emblem of Fear" and never returned, and went to defect to the freedom they dreamed of. As for the frightened white guards, they would return to the convoy after the magic effect.

Other than the wounded lying on the ground, most of the people who were not scared away were the women and children in the caravan who were unable to move.

Putting aside the noise from both sides of the conflict, Joan vaguely heard the cry of a baby behind him.

He turned around and walked to a caravan, lifted the curtain and looked inside, and saw a beautiful young woman with dark complexion holding a newborn baby in her arms. The terrified young woman patted the swaddle in an attempt to calm the baby from crying.

Joann looked at the familiar young woman and recognized her as Mr. Jefferson's mulatto personal maid, Miss Sally Hemings—perhaps it is more appropriate to call her Mrs.

Joan took off her hood and nodded to Miss Hemings. Unfortunately, judging from the confused expression of the other party, it was obvious that she did not recognize herself who had met once.

Smiling helplessly, Joan can only admit that his face lacks memory, and it may be difficult to impress others.

The baby in Miss Hemings' arms was still crying, as if frightened by the conflict that had just happened outside.

Perhaps because he had been a "mother" for a while, as soon as Joan heard the baby crying, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, stroked the baby's forehead, and applied "calming" to make the mixed-race baby stop crying. Fall asleep peacefully in your arms.

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