Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Extra Update (100 Collections) Escape...
"How can you talk like that, little girl?" John was stunned for a moment, then he jumped up like thunder. He pointed at the slave who he thought was the most obedient.
"Hannah, follow Irene to her house and keep a close eye on her."
Irene breathed a sigh of relief. Now she didn't have to find a way to get Hannah to come to her room.
"Leo, go to Sweet's house and ask a doctor to come over. No, no..."
John glared at Irene with his small eyes, then gritted his teeth and emphasized to Leo: "Ride to Mobile now and ask a not-so-famous doctor to come over."
"Keep away from people and don't let outsiders know about this."
After saying this, he ran straight to the cotton warehouse with his thick and short legs, taking a few slaves with him.
It looks like he's going to deal with Leo.
Hopefully he won't pull down Leo's pants to see if there's a red mole on his thigh.
Irene silently apologized to Leo in her heart.
God bless Leo to hold on, she will go and rescue him when she lights the cotton bin.
As soon as John left the living room, Tina, who had been silent all this time, looked at Irene curiously.
"Why didn't I realize you were so bold before? You're capable of committing adultery before marriage."
"It's just so-so. It's better to inherit your genes," Irene retorted with a smile.
"You're just being stubborn," Tina said with a proper smile on her face, "If this marriage doesn't work out, you'll have to bear the consequences."
"Erin, why didn't I realize you have such a sharp tongue before?"
"Mom, you gave birth to me, don't you know what kind of person I am?"
Tina was stunned for a moment.
This was said on behalf of the original owner. Even though Irene was careful in everything after traveling through time, there would inevitably be some differences between her and the original owner's behavioral habits.
But Tina never realized this, perhaps because as a mother she had never even looked at her own child.
But Irene found a treasured photo in the original owner's cabinet - the only photo of her and her mother.
She loves her mother, but her mother doesn't have her in her heart.
The auras between mother and daughter were tit-for-tat. Hannah took Irene's wrist, hugged her tightly and whispered:
"Miss, let's go upstairs first. If you keep arguing, the master will be angry with you again when he comes back."
Even when she reached the door of the room, Irene could still feel Tina's eyes on her back.
As soon as she entered the house, Irene quickly took out the prepared trousers suitable for both of them from the closet - she had stolen two pairs of Booker's trousers and altered them. She had originally prepared an extra pair for herself, but she didn't expect that they would be just right for Hannah to wear.
She froze for a moment as she shook out her pants.
Is this how she folds her pants? Why are there so many creases? Is it because of the material? Irene felt something was wrong.
But there was no time to dwell on it now.
"Although it's unlucky to wear clothes of a dead person, there's no other choice now. You wear them first, and when we get out, I'll make you new pants."
Irene changed the men's riding pants into the style of work pants, thickening the thighs. The original pants were only thickened at the buttocks and knees, but what women need more is the wear-resistant inner thighs.
He also used the extra trouser legs to sew two inner pockets inside the trousers - to hide money.
The trousers have fine stitching and are cut to perfection, making them convenient and comfortable.
Hannah didn't suspect anything, because Irene had done very good craftsmanship before, but she didn't expect that the young lady could also make patterns.
The young lady is indeed the smartest and most powerful person in the world!
Erin looked at Hannah proudly as she put on her graduation thesis, "Isn't it comfortable? I deliberately made the hips a little wider when I designed it."
It's a pity that she didn't have enough tools and time, otherwise she could have done a better job.
But even so, the overalls were comfortable for Hannah.
Hannah turned around twice curiously and lifted her legs. "I think it's much more convenient to work this way."
"Of course, that's why men don't wear skirts, isn't it because pants are more convenient. Where did you put the things you packed?"
Irene took out her simple backpack from the closet - the shoulder straps were the extra fabric from her jeans wrapped around a belt, and the body of the bag was a piece of drawstring denim.
"Oh, I almost forgot to take off my clothes," Irene slapped her forehead, took off her corset in a flash, and kicked it under the bed.
Hannah stared in amazement as Erin put on her skirt wearing only a base shirt.
"Finally I'm free," Irene breathed a sigh of relief, put on her bag, waved her hand, and said in high spirits, "Let's go."
"Where to go?" Hannah asked subconsciously.
"Go through the window," Irene opened the window and lightly jumped onto the window sill. She turned her head, her long hair blown by the wind, and behind her was the orange-red sunset and feather-like clouds, making her look like a great god descending from the sky.
Hannah saw her and smiled and said, "I'll catch you from below, just jump, don't be afraid."
That's true.
As Hannah fell into Erin's arms, the slightly sweaty scent enveloped her.
How could she be afraid? As long as Miss Irene was by her side, she would never be afraid.
The cotton warehouse was just behind the house. After Irene and Hannah jumped out from the second floor, they ran straight to the cotton warehouse.
There are three cotton warehouses on the manor, just behind the house, arranged in a triangular shape. The one Irene wants to burn is the one on the far left, which is also the smallest.
The attic was in the cotton warehouse closest to the house, and Leo was locked up there. When Irene and Hannah passed by, they vaguely heard some shouting and cursing.
Kind of like John's voice.
Irene swallowed and glanced at the faint orange light in the attic - John and the others had gone up with a lamp.
She was now a little unsure whether Leo would pull out a gun and point it at John like he did to her last night. After all, John looked very angry when he first went up to her.
But what would be more terrifying would be if Leo thought she had betrayed their alliance.
He would shoot her.
When Irene thought of this, her throat tightened unconsciously and she gathered the cotton faster and faster.
The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can trick John and the others down.
As soon as they came down, she would immediately run up and get Leo down!
She prayed earnestly that Leo would not shoot John, otherwise they would be in big trouble.
In a way, Irene understood Leo quite well.
Leo sat in the attic with a tired look on his face. There were several unconscious people stacked up beside him. The fattest one, John, was pressed at the bottom like a cushion, his face flushed red.
He raised the gun, aimed at John's head, narrowed his eyes, and was about to pull the trigger when a flash of fire and a scream suddenly rushed into his peripheral vision.
He quietly looked at the two figures who were acting furtively and seemed to be discussing something beside the warehouse behind him.
After a while, one of the taller figures walked around the warehouse and ran towards him.
It's Irene.
She actually came over.
How would she argue that John wanted to kill him?
Leo put away his gun, but couldn't help but kick John's hand that was holding the whip.
…
"Will this really not burn the cotton in the warehouse?"
Hannah's tone was full of worry. She was not worried about John's money. She was just afraid that without cotton, John would vent his anger on the black slaves.
Hannah shuddered violently at the thought of the whip that was thicker than her wrist.
"No, don't worry," Irene quickly dug a one-meter-long firebreak and poured a layer of water with a hose to ensure that the burning dry branches would not spread to the warehouse.
"This is a rock wall. This is the only part that can burn in. As long as we build a firebreak and close the door, sparks won't be able to get in."
Irene patted her chest and assured.
Sure enough, the seemingly fierce flames only circled around the door and did not affect the cotton inside at all.
They acted separately.
Hannah looked at the crowd of people rushing out of the house, and took advantage of the chaos to pick up the small bag she had packed in advance, stuffed it into the big bag Irene gave her, and then ran straight to the stable after carrying it on her back.
The lady asked her to ride the carriage out and hide outside the town during the chaos to prevent John and the others from realizing something was wrong.
She was also given a note with the supplies they needed, and she had to run out and buy them quickly, otherwise the shop would be closed.
The black girl wiped her face, turned her head and looked at the cotton warehouse which seemed to be on fire raging, revealing an expression of both pride and sorrow.
She said that Miss Irene must be an angel sent by God to save the world, otherwise how could she even control the fire.
Irene leaned against the window and watched Hannah drive away, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing happened. Thank goodness the weather didn't change the wind direction at short notice.
Hannah also managed to escape. She put food, money and a pre-marked map in her backpack, so that even without her, Hannah could find the rescue center for escaped slaves.
Now there is only one thing left.
Irene wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, tightly grasped a thick wooden stick that came to her, and looked as if she was ready to die.
It was only ten minutes since John and his companions went in. Today was Good Friday, and John was a devout religious man. He might even spare Leo's life.
But if he was still in the manor, Leo would not survive tomorrow based on what she said today.
Now she has to follow her own wishes and save another unfortunate little guy who is not tolerated by the world.
Even if she got caught here today, the worst that could happen to her would be forced to marry off.
But if she gave up on Leo, perhaps he would never see tomorrow's sunrise.
Even if he had a gun, there were only six bullets in it, which was not enough to deal with seven or eight people at close range.
And the gun couldn't help heal the wounds on his body.
Two hundred years later, he would still be a kid in high school.
She is a 24-year-old adult, there is no reason for her to stand by and watch someone die.
not to mention,
The ten years I learned Taekwondo weren’t in vain!
Three, two, one, Irene takes a running start.
"Bang--"
She kicked open the warehouse door and rushed in swinging a stick.
Then he stepped on John's limp hand.
John, who had just woken up, screamed, which scared Irene. She raised her hand and hit him with a stick.
With a dull sound, John fainted again.
No one spoke in the warehouse. It was so quiet that one could hear the crackling sounds of the fire being put out downstairs.
The ground was littered with all kinds of sticks, and John even held the whip tightly in his hand when he fainted.
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