Chapter 616 From the ultimate inversion to the struggle of survival to the revolution, the end of it...
December 21, 1857.
The cotton fields on the south bank of the Wei River were covered with thin frost. Wang Laoliu, a tenant farmer who had just turned over the thin fields of his family with two and a half-old children, was squatting in the ground and using branches to draw numbers on the frozen soil: "Mr. Yao reduced the rent by 20% but last September, he only collected thirty kilograms of lint per acre of land. According to fifty kilograms of rent, and finally only 15 kilograms of lint can be sold for money, but..."
Moore couldn't quite understand the words of this old farmer in Shaanxi. Fortunately, there was a young man from Yao Baiwan (Yao Chongjing) who was a translator next to him. Although it was only translated into Chinese, Moore could already understand it completely.
When the young boy heard Wang Laoliu complain that the rent was high and the cotton price was low, he took out the dry cotton boulder with a wry smile: "Oh, please see, foreigner, this is the cotton produced by Wang Laoliu."
Friedrich was an expert. He took the cotton boath and twisted the black fiber inside: "The cotton is of poor quality and can't even make a rag in Europe."
"That's it!" The young man of the Yao family glared at Wang Laoliu, "It would be great if my family could collect your cotton leather!"
Wang Laoliu wiped his tears: "Uh, I know that Mr. Yao is kind-hearted, but he really doesn't have enough food. If so, if...\n::,
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Moore, who could understand the word "if" looked at the old farmer expectantly, but the old farmer said, "If you can defeat all the land in Weibei, you will be defeated.::::.
This idea...is a bit too backward!
Moore was a little disappointed, but Friedrich shook his head and said, "It's useless...:::. Shandong, Beizhili will soon introduce high-quality island cotton or American lint. Tianjin's textile bureau also has the most advanced steam spinning machine. The production efficiency is dozens of times higher than that of the hand-made spinning machines in Weinan City, and the product quality is still good. Once...::.\n.\n"
A sound of horse hooves sounded, Yao Chongjing and Wenxian rode their horses together, and his big gold teeth flashed in the morning light: "The two foreign masters are indeed visiting the poor and asking about their suffering... ::.. How is this? It can be considered a good place in Guanzhong?"
Friedrich stepped on the frozen soil: "Mr. Yao, your land rent is already the lowest in Guanzhong, but the farmers still can't survive."
"Can't survive?" Yao Chongjing sneered, "You have to go to Henan to see! People who starve to death over there can pile up mountains! In Weinan,
At least I asked them to wear cotton coats and eat steamed buns...:::. Not bad!"
Wang Laoliu nodded in agreement: "Mr. Yao is right! If only he could conquer Weibei...:
Yao Chongjing laughed: "You can beat it, you have an iron factory, you can build foreign guns!"
Suddenly, a fire sounded from a distance. Yao Chongjing's personal soldiers rushed over: "The white hat is robbing the coal truck again!"
"Looking for death!" Yao Chongjing sneered, "All males searched the guys!"
The ridge of the field was instantly empty, except for Moore and Friedrich.
Moore looked at the people's backs away, while Friedrich did arithmetic on his notebook one by one and said: 8 mu X 15 jin = 120 jin × 100 liters = 12000÷4 = 3000 liters/year.
"According to the price of silver in Guanzhong that is less than one and a half yuan Taiping silver dollars, you can only buy 100 kilograms of wheat..." Friedrich shook his head repeatedly, "It's not enough to live!"
Moore took out his pipe and wiped it on fire, took a breath of smoke and said, "Even if you don't pay the rent at all, it's hard to survive!" He pondered for a while, "Friedrich, what do you think is the meaning of revolution in such a living environment?"
"This..." Friedrich thought for a while, "When survival becomes a struggle, revolution becomes a means of survival struggle...it's significance lies in... the first party that completes the revolution can have stronger productivity, and productivity is a means of struggle. Without the intervention of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the people of Weinan should have used their little industrialization to win the survival from the struggle."
Moore nodded: "What?"
"Then?" Friedrich sighed, "Isn't the history of Europe already demonstrated? Those who win survival through struggle can always defeat those who have rich resources without any struggle...
Weinan Textile Factory.
Because the Wei River was frozen, the turbine could not be used to drive the Jenny-style spinning machine factory was empty. More than a thousand spinning machines were shut down, and tens of thousands of people in the entire industrial chain were all given unpaid prices.
"Even if there is a steam engine, it's useless," Engineer Henry took Moore and Friedrich wandered around the empty textile factory. "Because there are not enough cotton...:::.The places where we can farm in Weinan have planted cotton, and there is no empty space."
"That's why Mr. Yao wants to fight Weibei?" Moore asked.
Henry shook his head: "It's useless to get it down...\n::.\n. Because people always have to eat, if cotton is planted in Weinan, he can still buy grain from Weibei. If there are cotton fields everywhere in Weibei, what should people eat? Do you still want to transport grain from Henan? It's impossible, the cost is too high, it's still a good deal to transport cotton cloth in.::::
1 "Then why does he always talk about Weibei?" Friedrich asked.
Moore said, "It's nothing more than a slogan to unite people's hearts...::.\n:" He paused, "I think the upper class in Weibei will say the same thing, right?"
Henry nodded with a wry smile.
Wen Xian's face was gradually getting ugly: "Isn't the whole of China just a large Weinan? Where can they go?"
Frenchman Henry knew about Mathilde and Li Hongzhang's plans, but he would not talk to Wen Xian, but instead changed the topic: "I will take you to Weibei tomorrow."
"Weibei? Isn't that the territory of Shisanfang Temple?" Moore was stunned.
"That's also the land of the Qing Dynasty," Henry said, "at least now it's still! And... Weibei and Weinan were originally a family, and there were many Han villages in the north. In addition, there was also Mr. Yao's coal mine in the north, which was worth seeing."
Weibei, Chengcheng.
The cross flag of a church floated at the entrance of a coal mine, and miners wearing white hats dyed blacked by coal ash came in one after another with coal baskets on their backs.
Yao Chongjing, who came north with Moore, Friedrich, Wenxian, Henry and others, whipped the supervisor on his back: "Why are there still these people digging coal?"
"They have all converted to God of Heavenly Father," said the supervisor.
"That's not possible!" Yao Chongjing's face turned gloomy.
The supervisor smiled and handed over the account book: "Their wages are 30% lower than those of the Han people!"
"This is almost the same." Yao Chongjing finally smiled, "What about the Han people in the mine? Can you reduce your wages?"
The supervisor nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, sure!"
At this time, several miners struggled to climb out of the mine with coal on their backs. Henry picked up a piece of coal and smiled bitterly: "The calorie value is less than half of the British anthracite, and the iron smelting furnace must be doubled... :::. But it doesn't matter now. If the steel plant in Xuzhou can really produce hundreds of tons of steel per day, then... :::.
Yao Chongjing snatched the coal block and smashed it at the cross flag: "Damn long hair! It's really not a way out!" He turned to Moore and gritted his teeth: "Master Foreigner, are you fair? The coal, cotton peel, or ore here are not good. I have tried my best without the English machine. But those long hairs.::::
Moore said lightly: "There is no fairness in the face of survival."
Yao Chongjing sighed and waved his hand and said, "Let's go back, go back, I feel upset when I look...::
Weinan City.
In the Yao Mansion Accounting Room, twenty planners are counting constantly. Now it is the end of the year.
Should we calculate how much money did the Yao family make last year?
Friedrich was also flipping through the account book. He suddenly looked up: "Each mu of cotton field requires three tracts of manure, and the price of manure in Weinan has increased to forty cents per tract.:...
"Fat price?" Yao Chongjing sighed, "Fuck it, even the shit is rising!"
Wen Xian pointed to the Weibei map and interrupted: "If you take down 300,000 acres of land in Shisanfang Temple, the cotton yield can be five times higher..."
"Take a shit!" Yao Chongjing smoked a dry tobacco. "Sir Wen, haven't you seen the cross flags in Weibei? Those cross religions say they believe in French God, but in fact they are all damn worshipping the Father and God!"
Wen Xian was shocked: "The Qing court doesn't care?"
"Don't worry...:...Li Hongzhang's Ma Niang was protected by, who dares to care?" Yao Chongjing lowered his voice, "Master Yang,
Actually, I am not so repulsive to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. The land outside Weinan City is divided, but when the cotton cloth of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom comes...
But I am not the only one who wants to be bad, and those old farmers who grow cotton will suffer!”
Moore whispered: "When the struggle for survival goes to the extreme, revolution is the only way out."
"Revolution?" Yao Chongjing was stunned, "What after the revolution?"
Moore said: "Master Li may have already thought about it?"
In the Han villages in Weibei, the cross flags were roaring in the cold wind. Zhenyou sent the priest to stand on the earth platform and preach: "God of Heavenly Father, God bless you, whoever believes in Heavenly Father can obtain the land!"
There were hundreds of farmers kneeling under the stage, with copper-wood crosses hanging on their chests. An old man raised his hand tremblingly: "Pastor, we can really get the land...
"Of course!" The priest waved the True Covenant, "When the Taiping Army came, everyone had fields to plant!"
Suddenly the horse's hooves sounded. A team of Hunan troops suddenly rushed into the village, and the torches illuminated the cross flag: "Catch the long-haired and fine-grained!"
A fight unfolded instantly, and blood splattered on the cross flag. The priest held high the True Covenant and roared: "Kill the Qing Demon and go to heaven!"
In Xi'an Prefecture, in the Qing Dynasty Palace, candlelight sways.
Empress Dowager Cixi, the Queen Mother of the Qing Dynasty, sat upright on the kang, first looking at Wanzhen, the girl sitting opposite her, and then looking at Bai Siwen in a dress, and finally sighed: "You are here to meet the last time in the Qing Dynasty... You have already met now, so let's go quickly! If you don't leave, you're afraid you won't be able to leave."
Wanzhen suddenly said, "You can walk...\nYou can definitely get out of here! Sister, I came from thousands of miles to get out of Xi'an by you and the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty."
Cixi was stunned: "Wanzhen, where can I go now?" She smiled bitterly, "I'll wait to go down and apologize to the late emperor."
Chapter completed!