Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 340

Episode 340 Kansas [3]

People should always be honest.

The farm tour was much more fun than I expected.

No, 'much more than I thought' can be removed.

‘If you think about it, when would you ever come to a place like this… … .’

The first thing that was surprising was the pier located on the riverside.

It wasn't just a place where boats could come and go, it was so well maintained that even fairly large ships could come and go.

Somehow, I felt that the road leading to the village? No, the farm, was a bit poorly maintained.

I heard that the big farm owners were truly wealthy, but for a moment I thought they were frogs in a well.

But after seeing the pier, I thought, "That's what I expected."

“The owner has been running the farm for generations. There are many farms that don’t have wharves like this.”

“Ah…… I see.”

“They say that these days, there are places that you can’t buy with money.”

"I see."

It may sound strange to say this, but Bettina seemed to have a sense of ownership even though she was a slave.

Somehow the introduction was quite sincere.

Not only that, but it seemed like there were a lot of things he was curious about.

It was not a large farm for nothing, so it took a long time to go from one place to the next, and as for the scenery, it was difficult for me to tell the difference because there were only crops.

There was nothing to do during the boring commute, so it was better to at least listen to a lot of questions.

“Are you really a noble? You don’t have a master?”

I didn't like the idea of asking questions like this, but…

'Somehow, this person reminds me of <Django Unchained>.'

I shook my head indifferently and answered.

“No. I became a noble only recently, and I am just a free man.”

“Wow… Now that I think about it, your clothes look nice. What do you do for a living?”

“I am a doctor.”

“Doctor…?”

“Yes, why?”

“Those… aren’t they the kind of people who kill ordinary people? There’s no way they’d treat me like this.”

19th century America can be viewed as a completely different country from 21st century America.

Well, we did win the war of independence, but… … .

That too would not have been possible without the British Empire putting forth its full effort.

In the first place, how could an army made up of Minutemen, or militia, defeat the Red Coats?

If you give me and Liston an army of 20 million, I am confident that we can conquer it again right now… … .

No, anyway.

This is clearly a second-rate power.

In an age where even first-rate doctors in the world's leading powers are in shambles, what would it be like here?

I nodded with a face that said I fully understood.

“Because I’m alive.”

“Really?”

“Yes, why?”

“No… um. No.”

I tried to appeal, but somehow the response was a bit strange.

I wanted to ask, but before I knew it, we were back in the middle of the farm.

The only difference was that, unlike before, it was located behind the mansion. It was true, but it would not be an exaggeration to say that there was almost a village behind it, and the mansion was not even visible.

Just listen to Bettina's explanation and you'll know that what I'm saying is not an exaggeration at all.

“That’s the smokehouse, next to it is the slaughterhouse. Next to it is the annex kitchen.”

“Ah… It’s kind of systematic.”

“Because that’s where the money is made. That’s the barn, and next to it is the stable. The horses you brought earlier should all be there now. There’s also a workshop and a tobacco processing room.”

“Hiya…….”

As I was purely admiring her, Bettina pointed somewhere in the distance.

It's not that it wasn't, there were quite a few smoke rising from that side too.

“There is a hut over there where slaves like us live.”

"ah."

“You can’t go and see it.”

"yes."

It wasn't a place I wanted to go.

I was curious, but… … .

It seemed a bit wicked to just go and look around when there was nothing I could do about it.

“That’s a church. Thanks to that, I can rest on Sundays. And I can eat delicious food.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“To the side……”

He said that there were many people just now, but there were also carpenters, coopers, blacksmiths, tanners, leather workers, shoemakers, spinners, weavers, and foundries.

There really is one pretty big town, that's what I was saying.

“What is that?”

"ah……."

In the middle of it all was an empty space that I couldn't quite figure out whether to call a plaza or something else.

Judging from the fact that there was a fence surrounding the circular piece of land, it seemed like it was some kind of place, but just looking at it, it was impossible to tell what purpose it was built for.

So when I asked, Bettina's face became slightly distorted.

'Is this a bad place?'

Come to think of it, I guess I could just gather all the slaves there and beat them up.

I thought that it might be a space where one can kill a hundred people.

But that wasn't it.

“They have sports games over there.”

“Game? Oh… What game are you playing?”

“Usually it’s grabbing, boxing or wrestling.”

“Ah…… The farm owner is quite physically fit.”

When I said this, a look of confusion appeared on Bettina's face.

As for why, I could soon find out why.

“We do it. White people stand around and watch, drinking beer.”

"ah……."

That space was a kind of TV.

For fun.

Well, the 19th century was a very boring place.

If you're not someone like me who tries new things all the time and doesn't have any particular difficulties making a living, boredom is probably the biggest enemy in life.

Card games were the best form of entertainment, so that says it all.

As someone who could enjoy all the information and content in the world just by looking at my phone without having to go to the computer, I could understand it at first glance.

'Come to think of it… Was there a sports event in London?'

It seems like it happens occasionally… … .

Surprisingly, this hooligan country still doesn't even have a proper football association.

Of course, there are games similar to soccer that we know, played here and there, each with their own rules, but so far… … .

'Without TV, it would be difficult for stars to be born.'

This is an era where doing is much more important than watching.

but…….

Hmm.

I think this can be done somehow.

I mentally added sports business to my list of future ventures and entered the mansion along the wide, central driveway.

On the way there, I was met with harsh glares from white people and black people who appeared to be his servants standing on both sides, but I did not feel threatened.

No matter which direction the tour took, it all had to end here.

It would be safe to say that there are few beings who can be looked at carelessly by Liston's side.

“This is really… Please don’t really curse me.”

But the seemingly rude expressions and actions were constant.

So Joseph, the sailor, came to me and was in trouble.

He did that because he knew what kind of person I was.

Even Edward IV could not escape my curse.

When I came here, I even got the evil spirits out of the boat.

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Oh my… This is an important business deal.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it.”

So I kept on begging.

Should I say that it's fortunate?

The hospitality within the mansion was quite acceptable.

The servants I encountered were all black, but they were all friendly.

Above all, the mansion was better than Alfred's or our new hospital in Kensington.

There is even a music appreciation room inside, so that says it all.

Aren't we in the age of speakers?

There was even a theater where an orchestra made up entirely of black slaves could perform.

“How was your viewing?”

“Yes, thanks.”

After we toured the mansion and changed our clothes, we naturally headed to a restaurant for dinner.

Liston nodded at the farmer's words.

“Is the food to your taste?”

“Yes, that’s very good.”

It's not that it's not good, the beef is really delicious.

Maybe because it is pastured, it has less fat, but should I say that the meat quality is good?

If I showed you the taste of Korean beef raised in confinement, you would be shocked… … .

It is rejected because it requires antibiotics.

In less than a year, all the expensive cattle will die and go bankrupt.

“What about you?”

“Oh, me. I like that too.”

“We also have chicken. Should I bring that too?”

As I was eating with those thoughts in mind, for some reason he started talking to me about chicken.

chicken…….

In other words, chicken… … .

Isn't there a saying like this?

Koreans live on chicken hearts.

“If it’s fried in oil, it would be so good.”

“Haha. I knew it. Hey, give it to me. Fry it right up.”

“Yes, master.”

So when I asked, the reaction was a bit strange.

Especially the owner, you get the feeling that 'I knew you'd do something like that'.

I don't know what it is, but… … .

"oh."

Maybe it's because corn grows a lot in this area, but it looks like it was fried in corn oil, and honestly, it was really delicious.

“Haha, is it tasty?”

“Yes, it’s delicious.”

“Hahaha! I knew it!”

The farm owner was very happy to see me eating so deliciously.

It should feel good to see someone smile like that, but strangely, it felt like X.

Should I say I like it too much?

So I asked Liston, who was next to me,

“Don’t just eat it yourself. Give some to me too.”

This is what I heard back.

Well, how could we know what the American guy is thinking?

The only people who would know are Joseph and Miller, but unfortunately they were not invited to this event.

Since the rest were all British, they looked like they didn't understand English.

Meanwhile, Joseph, like Liston, was regaining his appetite.

“Something like that happened?”

“Yes. Why is that?”

So when everything was over and I came back and asked Joseph, he just sighed.

“We give chicken to the slaves. We don’t eat chicken very much, especially the legs and wings.”

I thought they were idiots.

The legs and wings are real, so why don't you eat them?

“Even frying… hmm… but do you really like it?”

“Yes. Try it. It’s really delicious.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Anyway, so you’re saying you treated me like a slave?”

“Now that I hear it, that seems to be the case. That’s right…… People…… are all good, but they hate people of color so much. How dare they say that to a nobleman from the British Empire…….”

“That’s it, this is it.”

Not eating is not eating… … .

What was delicious was delicious.

The intention was really bad.

“I guess I can’t just stay still.”

“That’s why.”

Fortunately, it wasn't just me, our group was all angry with one mind and one heart.

Our friendship has long transcended race.

“What do you need? Chicken blood? Just say the word and I’ll make you a crown prince.”

Liston, this guy is now speaking Korean in a way that even I don't understand, so that says it all.

“Prince’s ear… I don’t know what it is, but it’s creepy.”

“That’s true. But it’s not really a curse.”

“That much is not necessary.”

"then……?"

“Let’s see a doctor.”

“Treatment…? That’s a good thing.”

“Usually, but.”

I know that when people who are very sick get diagnosed, they have a condemned face.

And the 19th century was a time when there weren't many diseases that could be treated.