Chapter 589: The Heavenly Master Carl (please vote, please book)
What? Have you seen it in the mirror of the sky? Could it be that someone has been sent down from heaven?
Thinking of this, a trace of uneasiness flashed in Yang Xiuqing's one-eyed eyes. He turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure? How could the character in Tongtian Mirror appear here? Do you know what he does?"
Maria thought, "Dongwang, I have seen his books in the King of Wu's mirror of heaven. The principles in his books coincide with the ideas in "Anti-Sutra" and "The Heavenly Land System". The King of Wu also called him a "tutor" and said that his "Tao" once shone on most of the heavens. I think he may be the teacher of the angels - the Heavenly Master!"
"Tianshi?" Yang Xiuqing's voice trembled slightly. His fingers unconsciously held the hilt of the sword on his waist, and an indescribable panic surged in his heart.
Of course he knew what he had done himself. He called himself "the four sons of Heavenly Father" and falsely passed on the Heavenly Father. The will of the Heavenly King deceived the world, and even used the "the king possession" to deal with the angel Luo Yaoguo.
Could it be that Luo Yaoguo sued him from his Heavenly Father, Brother Tian, ​​and King of Heaven, so he sent a heavenly master to accept him? Moreover, the "Tao Dharma" of this Heavenly Master once enveloped half of the heavenly world with boundless magic power!
The rice that followed Yang Xiuqing was always quick and good at observing his expressions. He immediately found that Yang Xiuqing was panicked, so he asked in a low voice: "Dongwang, have you remembered something? Could this person be your teacher in heaven?"
Yang Xiuqing felt nervous. He knew that Daozi was panicking, so he quickly covered up and said, "Yes, yes, I remembered that he is the teacher of the King in the study room in heaven. I have never loved reading since I was a child, but I have been scolded by Master Ka a lot."
Maria didn't see anything wrong with Yang Xiuqing, and was still talking about what she saw in the mirror of Tongtian: "Original King, this Carl's book has many discussions about land, wealth and power. What you do in North Korea seems to be very consistent with his "Tao."
"Yes, yes, I am his student after all." Yang Xiuqing responded casually, feeling more and more panicked, and the sword in his hand became tighter and tighter.
What Maria said was so scary! Isn’t Yang Xiuqing’s actions in North Korea just based on Luo Yaoguo’s “Anti-Sutra”, “Celestial Land System” and “New Chapter on Guidance” that can use North Korea’s content?
Most of the methods of Luo Yaoguo come from the "Tianshi Karl"! Now this is the "Cather of the Patriarch" who has come down to earth to accept him.
Daozi saw that Yang Xiuqing was getting more and more nervous, so he whispered: "Dongwang, isn't it too hot here? Why don't we go back to the palace first!"
"Return to the palace?" Maria was stunned, "Didn't she say she would summon the British-Dutch mission at the iron plant?"
"No, no." Yang Xiuqing suddenly shook twice, and the rice on the side immediately went up to help him, "I am not in good health, so I have to go back to the Seoul Royal Palace to rest first. Sister Maria, you might as well go back to the main church in Seoul to rest. When I am in good health tomorrow and the next day, I will see them together."
After saying this, Yang Xiuqing didn't want to stay in the Seoul Railway Factory for a minute. He quickly asked Daozi to support himself, who was unwell, and left as if he was flying. As soon as he left the cannon casting workshop and had not yet boarded his four-wheeled carriage, Yang Xiuqing grabbed Daozi's wrist: "Daozi, go and touch that Carl's bottom!"
"Hayi!" Daozi agreed, then knelt down beside the carriage, and sent Yang Xiuqing to board the carriage and leave.
At the same time, Maria was still still in place, staring at Moore (Carl) downstairs who was discussing something with a Chinese man in a dress.
The pine columns of the Seoul Ying Hotel are dark red in the twilight, and eight glass palace lanterns illuminate the main hall. Nanmoto Daozi, who played the guest role of "The Hostel Master", knelt on the main seat, twelve lacquer plates containing delicious food lined up along the long table, and the crispy skin of the charcoal-grilled suckling pig was shining with tempting oil under the candlelight.
"Sir, please use it." Daozi spoke fluent Oxford English, "This is cooked by a chef invited from Guangzhou. It is not as good as the kitchen of the king's mansion in Tianjing."
Bai Siwen's silver chopsticks paused above a steamed yellow croaker: "The North Korean king heard that the monthly salary of 100,000 saint soldiers under the command of the Dong King was five yuan silver dollars, and the 200,000 family members had another three yuan in rations?" He deliberately slowed down his speech and glanced at Friedrich who was recording the data.
Daozi took a sip of Korean soju, and a faint rouge mark was left on the edge of the porcelain cup: "Mr. Bai is very familiar with the military affairs of the Kingdom of Heaven."
"It's not military affairs, it's mathematics." Moore suddenly interrupted, and his silver fork drew invisible calculations on the table. "North Korea has 20 million acres of thin fields, and taxes are up to three dou per mu, and taxes are up to five million yuan. A hundred thousand soldiers require six million a year, and 200,000 relatives consume another seven million - this does not count the monthly losses of the Seoul Railway Plant, which loses millions of industrialization every year. How did the Dongwang maintain it?"
Consul Styron put down the knife and fork in his hand, Sir Sutton took out his monocle of glasses, and Wen Xian lit a cigar. The three of them looked at Daozi, the famous "God Concubine of Heaven" with interest.
"Master Ka is worthy of being a great scholar." Daozi chuckled, and the beads on the sideburns trembled slightly. "It's just that under the rule of Dong Wang, there is a way to make money." She slapped her high-high three times, and six girls in kimono entered one after another. The tone of the Sanwei Line fell like thin snow. "Everyone walked from Busan to Seoul, wherever she passed, it should be grateful to Dong Wang's great kindness, right?"
Wen Xian suddenly spoke: "I heard that he really asked to send twelve steamships from Nagasaki every month." The old diplomat used the tip of a spoon to fiddle with the fish soup in the bowl. "Each ship carries more than 1,000 tons, most of which are rice that is not enough in Japan, and there are 200 Japanese girls with Shimada buns."
"Jazz is joking." Daozi stroked a Japanese lacquer box with his fingertips and picked up a piece of almond crisp. "It's just sisters who volunteered to serve his Heavenly Father in the New World." She turned to look at Moore, "How does Mr. Ka think of North Korea's industrialization?"
Bai Siwen suddenly sneered: "This is industrialization poured with the tears of girls from other countries? Does that Heavenly Father God know what you are doing?"
Li Zairong's wine glass "bang" on the table: "Rareless! When the King of Dong liberated more than 10 million serfs in North Korea, you foreigners."
"Mr. Li is drunk." Daozi interrupted his words softly, and the two guards quietly raised the North Korean officials. When she turned to Moore, she was full of youth: "Master Ka is proficient in economics. Can you tell me how much Japanese rice is worth at one stone in San Francisco now?"
"Twenty-five dollars." Moore pushed his glasses, "thirty times the price of rice in Shanghai."
"What if it was transported by steam boat?" A gleam flashed in Daozi's eyes, "How much gold can it be exchanged for each ship for 1,500 tons of rice?"
She paused, and tears suddenly flashed in her eyes, "Does Master Ka know how unworthy a girl from a lowly Japanese origin is in China? How precious is it on the West Coast? Master Ka knows that most of the men from civilian origin and a considerable number of low-level samurai in Japan will never be able to marry and have children in their entire lives? More than half of the men cannot marry, so how many women cannot get married? How should those women who cannot get married live in Japan? Those who are slightly more beautiful are still selling themselves in brothels everywhere? They are also selling, why
Can't you go to the West Coast to sell? Moreover, there are more men and fewer women on the West Coast. Even women who have sold in brothels can marry a gold digger and raise their children for him. What's more, many Japanese girls will be bought by gold diggers immediately after arriving on the West Coast. They should be married! California is a free state and slavery is not allowed. Does Master Card know how rich those gold diggers are? If the gold they own is taken to East Asia, it will be enough to make them live better than a Japanese vassal lord! How many girls who board the ship to the New World are not happy?”
Sir Sutton's spoon was stirred in the shark fin cup: "I guess the King of the East wouldn't always do such a silly business, right?"
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"Of course." Daozi smiled, "So the King of Dong is trying to lose money every month and spend money to run the industry!" She looked at the British consul with a smile, "When North Korea's industry develops, the King of Dong will liberate the poor girls in Japan!"
Bai Siwen suddenly clapped his hands and laughed: "It's amazing! Use the Japanese flesh and blood to nourish the Korean industry, use the Korean industry to arm the Dongwang's army, and then use the Dongwang's army to conquer Japan - this round of travel is equivalent to Japan helping the Dongwang conquer Japan! By the way, Ms. Kumamoto herself is a Japanese, right?"
Daozi looked at Bai Swen: "You look like you are an East Asian, but your mind contains the European nation-state system. This set does not apply to East Asia! China, North Korea, and Japan are originally a family! His Majesty the Emperor will soon admit that he is the descendant of the Father and God!"
"So it's not important to have a deficit in the Seoul Railway Plant?" Moore already understood how Yang Xiuqing's "industrial account" was calculated. "The King Dong's investment in North Korean industry will eventually be cashed out through military expansion? But swallowing Japan will not allow King Dong to obtain much profit. What should he do then?"
Daozi looked at Moore: "Of course it is to continue to expand! Isn't this a common practice in the Western powers such as Britain, France, Russia? Industry, especially iron-making and casting guns, is so expensive, why do countries still invest at any cost? And which industrial countries with strong ships and powerful guns have not used strong ships and powerful guns to open up territory?" As she said that, she suddenly bowed deeply to Moore, "The plan of Katian Shi, the Eastern King is very beneficial to the poor people of Korea and Japan. Please understand!"
"What are you calling me?" Moore stared at Daozi blankly.
"Tianshi!" Yang Xiuqing's concubine said in an extremely pious tone, "We already know your true identity."
Chapter completed!