MTL - Rebirth in America: Great Slave Owner-Chapter 7 personal statement

Ejid felt that his life was simply unlucky. First, he became a prisoner of war during the Tribal War, and then he was sold to the faraway New Orleans, USA, to be a slave to a plantation owner. "Underground Railroad", finally escaped from New Orleans to New York, and could have lived a free and happy life since then, but I didn't expect that life in New York was not as good as when I was a slave in New Orleans.

Yes, I have freedom here, but the premise of freedom is to be able to live, and now in order to survive, in order to get that little bit of salary, I have to work hard every day, this kind of freedom seems to be meaningless. !

On this day, when he was dragging his tired body back to his residence, he suddenly saw a very familiar person standing at the door, but he couldn't believe it was true, because this was New York, not New Orleans what!

Seeing Ejid like this, this acquaintance greeted him: "Ejid, why don't you know me? I'm Agubin!"

At this time, Ejid dared to confirm that he was not dazzled. The person in front of him was indeed Agubin, his companion who was sold from the tribe to New Orleans with him, so he stepped forward and hugged him hard: "Agubin, when are you running away? Coming to New York? And how did you find me?"

"Who said I escaped? I came with the master!" Agubin shook his head and replied.

"What?! Came here with the master?" Ejid asked in disbelief.

Agubin nodded and replied: "Yes, the master went to New York to run errands, so he brought me because he could use me. By the way, do you know why the master asked me to come to you?"

"Don't you want me to go back and continue to be a slave to him?" Ejid replied in a joking tone.

Unexpectedly, Agubin nodded: "You can say the same!"

Hearing Agubin say this, Ejid snorted coldly: "Agubin, you don't think I'm crazy, do you? If a good free man doesn't do it, he wants to go back and become a slave with him?!"

Agubin quickly explained: "Don't worry, Ejid, listen to what I have to say. The master wants to bring you back this time, but not for you to work in the plantation, but for another This job not only does not require physical effort, but also gets the same treatment as I am now. I can eat enough every day, eat meat for three days, don’t have to work, and have my own woman and house! "

"Ah? Is this, is this still a slave?" Ejid asked in disbelief with his mouth wide open.

"Of course it is, but the job is different. Well, let me ask you first, tell the truth, how is your life now after coming to New York compared to the previous time on the plantation?" Agubin didn't answer the question. road.

"Of course it's much better than working on a plantation. Now I earn as much money and eat as much as I work every day. I don't go to work if I don't want to. I'm very free!" Ejid said proudly.

Agubin, on the other hand, said unceremoniously: "But the price of not wanting to go to work is starvation, right? The workload in the factory is much larger than that in the plantation, right? And the plantation is not busy, but There’s no time for you to be idle in the factory, right? Because once the workload isn’t too heavy, those factory owners will fire some of their workers to save costs, right?”

"How, how do you know?" Ejid asked embarrassedly.

"Of course I know, and I also know that if you are injured at work, the factory owner will not only not treat you, but will directly fire you; if you are too old to work, the factory owner will not They will arrange easy work for you, but will also fire you, right?" Agubin asked.

"Yes, yes, after all, no one wants to hire a worker who can't do a job." Eguidenne replied.

"But is it like this on a plantation? What estate owner have you seen driving an old or sick slave out of a plantation? Unless he has a disease that can infect others, he doesn't always arrange one. Do you have a relatively easy job to support?" Agubin asked loudly.

Although Ejid felt that there was something wrong with what Agubin said, in general he couldn't refute it, so he had to nod his head and admit, "That's the truth!"

"If that's the case, do you still think it's better to be a worker here than to work in a plantation?" Agubin asked along the way.

"Yes, but it's free here!" Ejid insisted.

"But does this kind of freedom make sense? Is it better to die of starvation and exhaustion than a slave who can eat his stomach?" Agubin asked.

"I-I don't know!" Ejid replied with a look of despair.

Seeing Ejid like this, Agubin knew that he had been shaken, so he said softly: "Actually, the reason why the master sent me to come to you this time is to hope that you can come back with us, What happened to you in the northern factory during this period of time will be explained to the other black slave brothers in real detail, so that they will know that the real northern factory is not as beautiful as those guys on the underground railway depicted!"

Hearing this, Ejid suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, the original purpose of letting me go back was to persuade the other black slave brothers not to escape with the underground railway, right?"

"The same can be said, but don't you think the other black slave brothers have the right to know? After all, those guys on the underground railway didn't tell the truth, now you tell the other black slave brothers the real situation, so that they can know After the real situation, make your own choice, is it to choose the so-called free life like you are now working hard every day but can barely make ends meet, or choose the life that is stable and stable and can have a wife and a house like me?"

Then his words changed: "Of course, if you don't want to go back with us, I don't force it, I believe there will be people who are willing to go back with me to earn this easy life, and there are many! I just Because you and I both came from the same tribe, so I was the first to find you, understand?"

Hearing Agubin say this, Ejid hesitated, because he knew that if the treatment was really like what Agubin said, there would definitely be other black slaves who escaped from the plantation to choose to go back. After all, the temptation of such treatment is real is too big, and the price is just to selectively tell the truth...

So after struggling for a long time, Ejid nodded and agreed, "Okay, I promise you, Agubin!"

"That's good, I'll go back and report to the boss. By the way, don't call me Agubin again. The boss gave me a new name Pascal!"