Bob slowly sat back down, but he still stared at Wei Chen in disbelief. He didn't think he would hear that name once again. George Washington, the father of the country and the great general who won the war against the British.
Wei Chen continued his questioning. "So, how long ago did the war end?"
Bob thought for a moment, trying to recall it. "It was about fifty years after the war ended, if I remember correctly. By the time I was born, George Washington was already dead, but people still talked about him."
"I see…" Wei Chen nodded, then counted on his fingers as he tried to calculate the year.
"So… it was around 1831 to 1833, during the slavery era, that you came from, huh?" he asked, trying to confirm his conjecture.
Bob shook his head. "I don't know the exact year, young master Wei. I only know what I told you. Back then, the plantation was very cruel, and I ran away."
