1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 68 [Conspiracy]

"Follow me to Clark Town tomorrow, and I will gradually hand over the garrison affairs of Clark Town to you in the future," Ma Whistle said.

"Yes!" The prairie wolf replied.

Every once in a while, the Apache garrison in Clark Town will rotate a Shi.

This is mainly to prevent the training of the garrison from being out of touch with the clan, but also to let more Apache soldiers understand the white society.

town of clark.

Without a doubt, the busiest place in town these days is the garment factory.This seemingly rudimentary factory is running every day, producing jeans continuously, while constantly constructing and expanding the factory building.

A skilled tailor can earn $25 for a month of work here.Although this level is not comparable to that of workers in the eastern region, it is already considered high in the Midwest, and it is naturally higher than that of farmers.

Moreover, the garment factory implements the 996 working system, which is regarded as extremely evil by many people in later generations, but at present, many workers even have to work for more than 14 hours a day, so 996 is relatively loose.

Most of the seamstresses are women, and job opportunities are rare, especially such lucrative jobs.Therefore, anyone who knows a little about tailoring skills wants to enter the factory to work.

At the gate of the expanding garment factory, Mary was looking at the busy garment workers and construction workers with a thoughtful face.

She heard someone coming this way, turned her head and saw that it was Sheriff Tom coming to inspect.

"Tom."

Sheriff Tom also nodded with a smile. Although he was wearing neat clothes and had a revolver on his waist—only he, Floyd, and the Apache garrison in the town could wear this kind of gun, but he saw Still looks like an old farmer just out of the field.

"What are you thinking?" He asked casually.

Mary said, "Nothing, just something about the factory."

Tom didn't care, and turned to look at the factory and sighed: "I feel that this will become the largest factory in central China."

Mary nodded: "Indeed, I never imagined that overalls would be so popular."

But Tom said: "I have a little expectation. When I used to work, I used to wear my trousers from time to time. Mr. Jones complained more than once. It would be nice if there were trousers that wouldn't be worn out."

Mary was silent for half a second, then suddenly said: "I really envy you."

"What?" Tom was taken aback.

Mary: "I mean you and Jones. Mr. Jones is a kind man, and he never abused you even when you were his slave."

"That's right." Tom smiled. "We're still friends. We had a drink yesterday, and he said—"

Mary's slave years were obviously not as lucky as Tom's, and her expression was a little sad.

Tom noticed her expression, realized that this topic should not be continued, and immediately changed the topic: "But having said that, I still didn't expect Clark overalls to be so popular. I have to say, the chief is a very talented person. Visionaries."

"I think he's more like a wizard who can predict the future. You may not have seen him say 'this will be a hit'." Mary smiled.

When they were talking, there was a sound of footsteps, but the horse whistle came over just at this time.

"Chief."

"I seem to have heard you say that I am a wizard?" Ma Shuo's English has improved a lot, and he walked up to the two with a smile, "Then I have to correct you, I am a shaman, not a wizard."

"How's the factory lately, Mary?" he asked, surveying the garment factory.

The workshop of the garment factory is full of indigo denim, as well as the jeans and jeans semi-finished products made from it, and a group of women workers hold needles and thread, sewing.

Not far outside, some construction workers were building a new factory building, and the collision of bricks, tiles and wood splashed dust.Compared with the existing factory building, the area of ​​the new factory building is obviously much larger.

"This is last month's income and expenditure." Mary brought a list and handed it to the horse post.

"March's net profit was $1145.14, this month's figure should double..."

"After the new factory building is completed, the factory will be able to accommodate [-] workers, but there are not so many tailors in the town, and we may need to recruit workers from outside."

"So far, we have contacted two wholesalers, one who can sell our overalls to Santa Fe and another who can sell our cargo pants to St. Louis."

Mary gave a general overview of the situation in the factory, and then asked hesitantly, "Chief, isn't the factory's wages for workers a bit high? There are very few such wages in the Midwest."

"It's not high." But Ma Shao said, "You just said that we need to recruit workers from outside, and the town also needs to use this to absorb the population. How can we absorb people if the wages are not high?"

"Jeans have no technical content, and patent protection may not be very effective. We need to increase production as soon as possible."

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On the other side, shortly after the horse sentry left, a conspiracy was brewing in the territory of the Sleeping Bear Clan.

The current population of the Mianxiong clan is about 500 people, most of them live in tents, and some live in wooden houses, and more and more wooden houses are built, which makes the clan look more and more like a village.

Many tents and wooden houses are roughly distributed in a circle on the grassland, and one of the areas is slightly separated from the surrounding area, which looks like a cut corner of the cake.

This is Comanche territory.

At this moment, several Comanche men were gathering in a tent, discussing something.

"We can't go on like this!" It was a young man with a square face who said firmly, almost gnashing his teeth, "Our children are all speaking Apache and learning Apache characters, and soon they will become Become an Apache!"

"I don't know how to write my name in Apache script, and I was scolded by someone a few days ago! Tell me I am illiterate!" another person said.

"What should we do now?"

"Brother Square Face, you have to go to the chief and get the two wolves out of here, we can't stay in the Sleeping Bear clan anymore. We are Comanche, free Comanche!"

Fang Lian sighed: "I have looked for it, but the chief is unwilling. He said that the Sleeping Bear clan saved us in a crisis, and we cannot break our promise."

Everyone was silent for two seconds, and someone hesitated: "The Sleeping Bear Clan really helped us..."

Before the words finished, he was interrupted: "Nonsense, the Sleeping Bear Clan didn't help us at all—if it weren't for the Sleeping Bear Clan asking us to terminate the deal with the white people, we wouldn't have encountered this crisis at all!"

"That's right, the Sleeping Bear Clan is the culprit!" Several people became emotional.

At this moment, Fang Lian hesitated for a moment and suddenly said: "Everyone, I have a solution, maybe it will work..."

(End of this chapter)