Chapter 579 More progressive, gentler, and fairer colonization!
The hall used by the Zhenyou School to hold a dust-washing banquet for Wen Xian and others was extremely large, and the foreign oil lamps were hanging around, making it so bright. Obviously, the foreign oils were added with fragrance, which made the room full of a faint fragrance. The front of the hall was enshrined with statues of the gods of brother Ji Du and the Heavenly King Hong Xiuquan side by side. Among them, brother Ji Du Kong Wu was powerful, holding a spear in his hand, while the king Hong Xiuquan was really holding the hilt of the sword with the other hand.
There were dozens of servants and maids in the hall serving each other. There were more than ten people at the main table where Wen Xian and Wei Jun were located, and each of them had three or four little girls spread out to serve tea and drink.
However, Bai Siwen, Moore and Friedrich did not share the same table with Wenxian and the others. They and the children were not the true priests who were in charge of the affairs of the priests looked down on them, but Moore and Friedrich took the initiative to sit at the table with a group of Chinese teenagers. Children are generally honest and prone to tell the truth. What surprised Moore and Friedrich even more was that there were two children with the same table who could speak fluent English.
Now they don’t need Bai Siwen as the translator and can talk to the two children directly.
The two children who can speak English are both surnamed Xue, one is Xue Youren and the other is Xue Youyi. They are in their teens and look very similar. They both have a round bun face, bright and lively eyes, wear exquisite Chinese robes, and speak politely. They are obviously children of the top Chinese family in Singapore. Moore and Friedrich now also speak some Chinese and English, so they mix Chinese and English bilingualism and quickly get familiar with the two children.
The older Xue Youren picked up a piece of gourd meat and put it in Moore's bowl: "Sir, try it. This is made of pork and pineapple produced by members of the Zhenyoupai Farmers Association. It is sour and sweet, so delicious."
"Farmer's Association?" Moore put down his silver fork. Wei Jun's drunk laughter came from the other end of the hall. Several senior priests of the real-time appointment were taking turns to toasting Wen Xian.
"Johor Sultan distributed 50% of the royal land to the True Job Sect Farmers Association last year," said the young Xue Youyi. "The Farmers Association sent 500 brothers carrying foreign guns to supervise the distribution of land and land, which scared the guards of the king of the kings to even dare to pull all the bows and arrows."
The young man also took out a mimeographed booklet from his arms and handed it to Moore. The cover was "Celestial Dynasty Field Acre System·Nanyang Revised Edition", with red pen marking the inner pages, including "Each person is given ten acres of land, regardless of gender, age, and young", "Chinese and indigenous people are treated equally", "Avoid all feudal obligations", "Tax reduction and rent reduction, abolishing of unpaid labor", "Freedom of religious belief, freedom of marriage" and so on...—
When Moore took the booklet, he learned a lot of Chinese characters with Bethlehem in the past two years and could already see the key points drawn by the red lines. He was ashamed and suddenly thought of the red flag of the Paris barricade in 1848.
"Where are those Malay farmers?" Friedrich, who was standing next to him, knocked his notebook with a pen, "Can they really get the land?"
Xue Youren took out a handkerchief and wiped off the sauce from the corner of his brother's mouth: "You can divide it by joining the Farmers Association. Chinese and Malays are treated equally, and they are all children of Heavenly Father. After being assigned to the land, the Farmers Association will also send them iron plows and seeds to teach them to grow rice and sugarcane. The Farmers Association is also responsible for purchasing the rice and sugarcane produced. If they are unwilling to sell it to the Farmers Association, the Farmers Association will not stop them from taking it to Singapore for sale. As long as the farmers pay the full membership fee."
Moore asked: "Member fee? How much does it cost?"
"It's about 5% of the harvest," said Xue Youyi. "It is written in the "Celestial Dynasty Land Acre System. Nanyang Revised Edition" that Sudan can collect another 5% of the tax, and the rest will belong to the farmers. If the farmers' association rents other people's land, the rent should not exceed 20% of the harvest, and if other taxes are included, it should not exceed 30%.
Moore asked again: "Don't they need to convert to the True Covenant? Just join the Farmers' Association?"
The Xue brothers couldn't answer this question for a while. It was so good to have a real appointment, so I helped everyone, and they held a farmer's association and a school. Some people bullied Chinese and helped them stand up. When fighting, some people had guns, and when they sued, they had foreign lawyers. It was so great. How could anyone not want to join?
At this time, a young woman with mixed blood from the next table suddenly interrupted in English: "It is okay not to convert to the True Job Sect. My family is a believer of the Sage of the Holy Lords...\n.\nMy palm garden also joined the True Job Sect's peasant association."
"Planting?" Friedrich said with interest, "Can planters join the farmer's association? Are you not worried that the real messenger will distribute your land to the poor?"
The young woman looked surprised: "Divid our land? Why? Our land is legally purchased and fully complies with the regulations of the farmers' association."
"Complied with the rules of the Farmers' Association?" Moore asked. "The Farmers' Association allows farmers to buy large amounts of land?"
"Why not allowed?" The young woman was very surprised by the questions of Moore and Friedrich, "Everyone is buying!"
"Everyone?" Friedrich's interest became even stronger. "Who is everyone?"
The young woman couldn't answer for a moment, but Baiswen, who had not spoken on the side, said casually: "Of course, we are mainly hard-working Chinese and foreigners with capital. Anyway, it's impossible for us to be Malays."
The young woman thought about it carefully and nodded: "It seems that this is true. The Malays are too lazy and do not know how to manage them. They don't know how to cherish the land they have allocated to them. They sell it when they are short of money. There are also many sultan royal families and nobles who have lost half of their land and cannot impose heavy taxes on the people below. In order to maintain their expenses, they have to sell the land."
Bai Siwen said in an inauspicious voice: "All this is calculated...Malay farmers who lost their land cannot get protection from the farmers' association. Because they have divided the land of the royal family and the nobles, they dare not return to the royal family and the nobles to be serfs. They can only join the True Deeds and become Chinese, foreign farms hired or thugs!"
The young woman glared at Bai Siwen fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful that the Bishop Wei will find out and ask someone to tear your dog's mouth!"
Bai Siwen laughed: "What's there...:::.The True Job School's calculations are very good and progressive! Moore, Friedrich, what do you think?"
Moore and Friedrich looked at each other, and for a moment they both had the feeling that the True Dealers in the South Ocean were a group of bourgeois revolutionaries and colonists dressed in ghost robes and gods! Their methods were more intelligent and gentler than those of European colonists, and they looked more fair, and they had the wisdom of the ancient civilization of Yezhou.::::.But colonization is ultimately a colonization, and can it really be separated from guns and bayonets?
There was a sound of slapping the table in the middle of the hall, and then there was Wei Jun's strong Hakka accent in Chinese: "Judah is my brother, the queen is my sister, who are those bullshit Sultans? They dare to incite the Malays to send the territory of the farmers' association. I immediately dispatched troops from Lan Fang to kill them all...\nNo one left!"
Back at the hotel where he stayed, Moore wrote in his "The Eastward Journey": "When the ancient and huge races in the East mastered Western capitalism, they would inevitably do the same thing as the so-called advanced civilizations in the West. Although they are more brilliant, more gentle, and seem to be fair, their essence is the same...:::. This is determined by the nature of capitalism!"
The cigarettes in the True Joshua church on the corner of Broadway, New York were timid, and Hong Xiuquan caught Xianfeng's ascension picture on the colorful window, which was reflected in the magic of gas lamps. Xianfeng, who "escaped from heaven", tidied up his bishop's red robe and spoke fluent English: "The Father of Heaven blesses you, Brother O'Connor and Brother Davis."
Senator Jefferson Davis took off his beaver leather top hat and his face was trimmed with a sharp line of gray beard. The tall and thin man from Mississippi seemed to have a sharp bayonet that could stab someone's chest at any time. He didn't want to come to New York to meet this Chinese charlatan, but because of the face of Senator Jamie O'Connor, Senator O'Connor raised dozens of Japanese chicks in his mansion on Long Island, New York...
Davis glanced at the New Sutra and the True Covenant worship that were worshipped side by side on the altar: "Father Zhao, I heard you know how to tell fortunes?"
"It's a rumor on behalf of the Heavenly Father and the Heavenly King." Zhao Si placed an incense burner with three incense sticks on the coffee table between him and Davis, "Mr. Davis.:::::: What do you want to ask?"
"Ask for your fortune!" The Irish senator on the side laughed, "He is very good... I only paid gold on the West Coast under his guidance."
"Okay..." Senator Davis said "Okay", but he thought about the Japanese girl from Long Island.
Xianfeng on the opposite side suddenly twitched violently. He slammed the incense burner, ashes spread all over the ground, his eyes suddenly rolled up, and the sound from his mouth suddenly became sharp: "The iron horse in heaven needs to drink black blood.::::.Pennsylvania... There is a black golden river under the pine forest in Titusville...
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O'Connor quickly bowed, but Davis leaned forward. He had seen the Alabama psychics being bewitched by black slave poisons, but the white foam spitting out by the yellow-skinned priest in front of him was too realistic.
"I am the little prince of heavenly father. Now I use the mouth of my servant to send a message to Brother Davis, who is destined to achieve great things!" Xianfeng's voice became more and more sharp. "When the liquid black gold in Titusville gushed, Brother Davis's money will be enough to equip 100,000 heavenly soldiers...
Davis frowned: "Liquid Black Gold...\n.What is that?"
Xianfeng tilted his head: "You call it oil...
"Oil?" Senator Davis was surprised. "There is really oil there?"
Xianfeng looked at the future president of the South: "If you don't believe it, I can let my servants invest...::..send all the capital and buy the land in Titusville in your name...:.:.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Just 30%?" Davis was a little unbelievable, "Are you kidding?"
Xianfeng still said in a sharp voice: "You need to take wealth from oil...:::. to complete the great cause given to you by Heavenly Father!"
"My great cause?" Davis looked at Xianfeng, "What is that?"
Xianfeng said, "In three years, I will know...\n." Then he yawned, "I'm going to go back to heaven.:
Chapter completed!