It belongs to Guyana.
The sun in June was high above the head, and the black man Sisi was huddled in the corner of the thatched house, his face sometimes soothed and sometimes twisted.
Beside him, there were more than a dozen black figures lying in the small thatched house.
"Get up, you lazy pigs!"
"You've been sleeping for two hours, get up and get to work!"
"Pa~"
At eight o'clock, two Frenchmen came in with leather whips and whipped the black people.
The black man scrambled to his feet, knelt and cried for mercy.
When the French were tired of fighting, they stopped and drove the group of blacks to the plantation.
Their expressions were sluggish, their bodies were covered with bruises, and they looked as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind.
Sisi received his tools and consciously entered the plantation for weeding operations.
In Guyana, black slaves had no fixed schedule.
Plantation production requires efficiency. These black slaves work 14 to 20 hours a day, with an average length of service of less than 4 months.
And their working hours have been increasing as the Ming Dynasty acquired Guyana from the French.
At this time, the Panama Canal had not yet been excavated, so Ming Dynasty had to take a detour from South America to go to Guyana, and the sea voyage took a very long time.
Therefore, Ming Dynasty temporarily entrusted the management of Guyana to France.
As we all know, in ancient times, an official must have made a lot of money before leaving his jurisdiction.
Who are the French?
Those were the European powers, and in the colonies they were armed gangs.
As a result, after the French withdrew several sailing battleships, Guyana's management was basically in a state of relaxation.
On the contrary, crazy and cruel exploitation began.
The working time of 14 hours is too low, and it is stretched to 22 hours.
Guyana is suitable for growing sugar cane, and the rum it produces has always been South America's flagship product.
Rum at this time was very expensive in Europe, mainly due to the long distances and the scarcity of the product.
In North America, rum has transformed into a low-grade wine, and is basically consumed by some pirates and cowboys.
This is one of the reasons why the French are losing money operating Guyana. If they want to transport it back to Europe and sell it at a high price, they have to go through the British Royal Navy first.
And if they were sold directly to North America next door, the meager profits would not even cover the maintenance costs of the colony.
But fortunately, Daming is going to take over this mess.
During this time, valuable items from various plantations were basically removed.
And these French people also began to exploit the sustainability of black slaves.
In the eyes of the French, as long as these black slaves were exhausted to death on the plantation, their value would be fulfilled.
Another 22 hours of intense work.
Sisi cleared weeds in a large plantation during the day, and pressed sugar cane juice in front of a campfire at night.
When the sun rises the next day, it’s time to rest.
And Sisi also got half a watermelon as he wished.
Like a victorious general, he ate an entire watermelon at the behest of the French in front of a group of swallowing black men.
"Go to sleep."
Sisi entered the thatched house in a daze and returned to the corner to rest.
He is too tired.
As he slept, he seemed to hear noises, murderous cries, roars...
Sisi opened his eyes suddenly and found that the group of black people around him had long disappeared.
The noise became clearer.
Until a burst of gunfire rang out, dispelling his fatigue, and the entire plantation became clear.
Countless blacks poured in from outside the plantation. They held high various farm tools and attacked the French not far away.
The sound of gunfire was like lightning and the smoke filled the air.
A large number of black people fell in a pool of blood, but they still rushed forward regardless of life and death.
A thin black man held up the long knife he had snatched and led a dozen black men past the thatched house and then turned back.
He was dark all over, and the snow-white beard on his chin indicated that he was quite old.
"Child, which tribe are you from?"
"Tribe?" Sisi tried his best to recall, but the memory was too long ago. He only remembered that when he and a few friends were playing by the river, he was captured by a group of French people and taken into the plantation.
That was more than twenty years ago.
The old black man sighed, reached out and stroked Saisi's bare head, and spoke softly.
"Poor baby, follow me, I will take you to witness freedom!"
Although they were strangers, Saixi felt particularly friendly. This inexplicable trust made Saixi walk out of the thatched hut and join the running crowd.
Run, towards the flash and smoke ahead.
The wind blew through his body, and his lungs expanded faster, allowing him to gradually regain the feeling of his childhood.
He only felt his heartbeat speeding up and blood flowing through his body.
After twenty years of being confused, he felt warm blood for the first time.
Gunshots rang out.
Sisi saw many people fall, and he took the watermelon knife from a dead black man.
The attack was premeditated, with black resistance forces from the mountains attacking plantations across Guyana.
The old black man sent people to observe for a long time and chose this plantation.
This plantation is not large, with only more than 100 French people guarding it.
The old black man brought more than 4,000 people.
Although the French were equipped with advanced muskets, they were still defeated in the face of the large number of blacks.
The blacks, filled with hatred, hacked them to death, hacked them to pieces, and hacked them into pieces.
Sisi was among them, the bloody and warm meat juice splashed on his face, and the pleasure of revenge and nausea intertwined in his heart.
He didn't know how long he had been cutting.
Until the old black man grabbed him and pulled him out of his madness.
Only then did Sisi realize that the old black man was injured.
The old black man had a cracked wound on his abdomen, and his intestines were dragged to the ground.
“Black Lives Matter, Make Wawa Great Again!”
The old black man hung the tooth pendant representing the tribal chief around Sisi's neck, and after saying this, he died.
…
The rain in June arrived as expected.
After the French gradually withdrew Guyanese soldiers into North America, the situation in Guyana took a turn for the worse.
Most of the colonists moved away.
Only a small number of prisoners hired by France dared to stay in the chaotic Guyana.
Help Daming maintain nominal custody.
In the mountains and forests of Guyana, leaders from various tribes saw that the time had come and led their tribesmen to launch a counterattack against the French.
Sisi obtained a 4,000-strong Free Corps from the old black man, and in continuous sorties, he expanded the entire corps to 6,000 men.
As the largest uprising force in Guyana, Sisi naturally became the King of Wawa.
It means the king of the Wawa tribe.
Sisi went around to rescue his compatriots and captured a large number of musket-armed Freedom Corps.
A black whirlwind rises over South America.
