Chapter 595 Moore: I saw two Taiping Heavenly Kingdoms
In the gate hole of Phoenix City, Moore, who had just gotten out of the carriage, looked at the team that stretched for miles outside the city - the militia carrying smoothbore guns were leading mules carrying grain, and Taiping soldiers carrying three-year-old rifled guns were holding strong war horses. There were also sabers and heavy dry food bags hanging beside the saddle. Teams were heading north, and loud singing sounds from time to time, singing the Taiping Army's military songs, either "Men Should Strengthen Self-Enhancing" or "The Great Wall Never Fall".
"Hehe, it turns out that the Later Jin Dynasty was rebelling." Hong Renjue, who had just read the Tang Dynasty newspaper, pointed at the cannon truck at the end of a team with a wooden stick. The cannon truck was dragging a 6-pound cast iron cannon, and the casting process was quite exquisite. "The Nara women pulled his son Zaichun to ascend the throne in Xi'an and declared that they would rebuild the Qing Dynasty and our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. They really ate the courage of the bear heart and leopard! The original Heiji Governor of the Later Jin Dynasty, Senggelinqin, convened a team of 30,000 Mongolian and Heilongjiang horses in Jilin City. He heard that they also received support from Russia. So King Luo Wu ordered Li Shoucheng to go to Chenyang to be the governor of the three eastern provinces and to deal with Senggelinqin severely!"
Bai Siwen suddenly sneered: "How dare you rebel against the Later Jin Dynasty? I'm afraid that it wasn't forcing King Luo to rebel against it?"
Hong Renyi put away the Tang newspaper and smiled and said, "It is also a rebellion. Keeping the dry bones in the tomb of the Later Jin Dynasty is because our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom cannot draw any effort to eat the rotten land in the northwest. This year, the harvest in Jiangnan, Huguang, Central Plains, and Liaodong is good. The King of Wu has surplus grain in his hands, so he naturally has to eat some more land. But they are not happy, and they are really seeking death!"
Bai Siwen felt sad, but he still looked indifferent in his face: "Hou Jin doesn't have a lot of good land in his hand, and Sichuan is the only one with a little bit of oil. If the King of Wu takes this knife, he will cut down all Sichuan. This is not for people to live!"
Hong Renqi smiled and said, "How come there is only Sichuan? After collecting Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou must not let go! How good land in Heilongjiang and Jilin in the northeast? How can Senggelinqin be ruined forever?"
This Qing Dynasty is really about to end!
Although Bai Siwen became a "Runren", he still loved the Qing Dynasty in his heart. He did not take the initiative, but went abroad to be an ambassador, and disappeared in front of the country, so he became a "Runren".
Now that I heard that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was finally going to raise a butcher knife to the remnants of the Qing Dynasty, I felt really bloody!
"Hei, Ji is not easy to fight!" Bai Siwen tried hard to pretend that he was not in trouble. "I'm afraid he won't be able to settle it in a few years, right?"
"It's only a few years!" Hong Ren's smiled.
"The farmer has been plucked away to fight, who will plow the black soil?"
"There are immigrants from Shandong and Zhili," said Hong Renyi. "Last year, 300,000 households moved there, and this year, 200,000 more people moved there, some!"
Friedrich, who had just finished writing notes, was attracted by the conversation outside the carriage. He turned his head and looked out the car window, but saw two wooden signs with white and black letters hanging outside the gate of an official yamen, which read "Taiping Datonghui, Phoenix City, Liaoning Province" and "Liaoning Province Fenghuangcheng County Farmers Association". The exterior wall of the yamen was also painted with slogans such as "Divine Land and Land", "The land of the farmer" and "The world is the same"
Friedrich wrote in German and Chinese in his notebook: "What is 'The Great Harmony of the World'?"
Friedrich suddenly remembered something again, so he added to his notebook: "Where is the cathedral of Zhenyepai? Since crossing the Yalu River, it seems that he has never seen the church of Zhenyepai again!"
As soon as he finished writing the last word, he heard a shout in a Hunan accent: "The teacher is handsome!"
Immediately afterwards, there was a Guangxi official dialect like Hong Zhong: "The last general Li Yongzhong, please see His Highness Gan King!"
This is the second day after Moore and his party arrived in Phoenix.
In the south city of Phoenix City, Bai Siwen, "Runren" was squatting in front of a wonton stall, and a few copper coins made a crisp sound on the chopping board: "Brother-in-law, why can't you see a church in the city?"
The old man selling wontons lifted up his cotton hat and showed half of his ears: "What's the appointment?"
Bai Siwen had to go forward and said, "It's a real appointment! The real appointment that is in charge of dividing land and land!"
The old man shook his head: "We are the Datonghui who divides the fields."
He scooped a spoon of brine and poured it on the cake. "When the Dongwang Army broke through the city two years ago, the Baoyi slaves from the Zhuangwang Mansion ran away with the monk king. Then the people from the Datonghui took over Wangzhuang and the Eight Banners Guanzhuang, and then established the Farmers' Association. I have never heard of any real party."
Moore interrupted in stiff Chinese: "How many acres are your family divided into?"
"Five people have ten acres of dry land, all of which are black soil." The old man took out the wontons made of pork from the water pot and divided them into three bowls with chopped green onions, sesame oil and bone soup. He said happily, "It's better to be Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and we have divided the fields for the poor. Moreover, the wages in Liaodong are also high. After planting their own fields, my two sons can still work for Li Shishuai's farm. Old man, I can set up a wonton stall, and I can be rich in dozens of silver dollars a year."
The old man's words were strong accents, but fortunately, Bai Siwen was the translator, and Moore and Friedrich finally understood it.
Bai Siwen asked again: "Is there a temple with crosses in Phoenix City?"
He was afraid that the old man would not understand, so he gestured for a moment.
"Yes, there is worship of God Hall!" The old man raised his hand and pointed in one direction.
Bai Siwen and others turned their heads and found that four temples were "opened" side by side, one with a cross, one with a huge "Buddha" written on the screen wall outside the temple, and another with a plaque with "The Memorial of the Master of All Ages" hanging. Finally, there was a Taoist temple called "Wuzhuang Temple".
"This" Bai Siwen couldn't understand it, "How can this Taiping Heavenly Kingdom burn incense and worship Buddha and Confucius?"
The old man placed three bowls of wontons in front of Moore, Friedrich, and Bai Siwen: "Is this gentleman coming to China for the first time? Haven't China been worshipped by all kinds of gods since ancient times?"
It seems like this, Bai Siwen thought about it but it was wrong. North Korea under Yang Xiuqing's rule seems to be the only one who really wants to dominate the country!
The sudden sound of gongs interrupted the conversation. Three young men wearing red armbands carried wooden signs and walked through the market. The seven-character lyrics on the signs were not dry: "Dividing fields and lands. Anyone who settled in Phoenix City can be divided into two acres of fertile land! Those who are willing to be militias can give them 20 silver dollars without interest to help them settle down."
The crowd surrounded him, and several ragged Shandong men squeezed in front, looking excited.
In the lobby of the yamen with the two signs of "Datonghui" and "Farmers' Association", there are several bookshelves, and bundles of yellowed land deeds are on the shelves.
The young clerk in a long gray cloth gown pushed the round-frame glasses and handed over a book of the "Planning Book of Dividing Fields" to Hong Renyu: "Phoenix City has 276,400 mu of sub-districts, and has been divided into 43,000 mu of refugees, and 128,000 mu of military garrisons, and the rest are public land."
His words were translated by Bai Siwen.
"Why do you keep so much public land?" Friedrich asked, pointing to the account book.
"Save it for the latecomers!" Hong Renyi looked around casually, "Besides, if you give more people from Shandong and Zhili, no one will work for the Chinese village."
Moore nodded slightly and wrote in his notebook: "The nature of the so-called Chinese farm is similar to that of the Junker Manor in Prussia. They are both land linked to military service, and they also have the obvious nature of capitalist farms. They are generally hired to engage in production."
Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a red robe pushed the door in and bowed to Hong Renyu: "Chen Siji, the head of the Datonghui Branch of Xiaguan City, is here to explain the constitution of the "Datonghui" to foreign brothers."
Hong Renqi nodded: "Tell me!"
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Moore and Friedrich didn't understand classical Chinese very well, so he turned his head to look at Bai Siwen. Bai Siwen smiled and said, "Just in one sentence, you two are very familiar with: to eliminate private ownership!"
The expressions on Moore and Friedrich's faces became exciting in an instant.
Moore asked: "Svenson, you mean the ancient Chinese people wanted it."
Friedrich also felt incredible: "It was not surprising that the ancients had such simple ideas, but how could the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom have such ideas now?"
Hong Renqi smiled and said, "Carl Tianshi, the road data of this Datonghui is said to be brought by Angel Luo from heaven! It is said that the production power in heaven is extremely developed and the materials are extremely rich. Production has long exceeded the demand, and it can be distributed on demand."
Moore shook his head: "Impossible, this is impossible!"
What does he mean is "people from heaven" and "extremely developed productivity in heaven" is nonsense - where is heaven? This is too superstitious!
But Hong Renyu heard the meaning awkwardly and nodded, "The Master Carl is right! Angel Luo said so too."
"What did he say?" Friedrich asked.
"The angel said," said Hong Ren-chan, "Although the products in heaven are extremely rich, it is impossible to distribute them on demand."
Moore and Friedrich were speechless for a moment.
"What is the relationship between the True Journey School and the Datong Society?" Bai Siwen suddenly asked.
Hong Renqiu said: "The True Request Sect preaches overseas, and the Datong Society divides the fields in the Central Plains. They are all disciples of Heavenly Father and Brother Tian."
That night, Friedrich opened his notebook:
Observation Log-Phoenix City
1. The True Deal School is almost extinct here, replaced by the Datong Society that combines traditional Chinese egalitarian thought
2. Land distribution shows duality:-
Surface: The equal-field system imitating the "Zhou Li" (refugees get 2 acres)-
In essence: Military aristocrats control most of the fertile land (Chinese villages account for 70% of the allocated land)
And in another room, Bai Siwen handed Moore the coffee he had just brewed: "Carl, what did you see?"
"I saw the coexistence of the two Taiping Heavenly Kingdoms." Moore took a sip of coffee, "One held the cross and walked towards the ocean, and the other held the "Book of Rites" in China and thrust deeply into the black soil."
Chapter completed!