Chapter 621 Zeng Guofan: Moore, we just want to close the country! (Please vote, please book)
A four-wheeled Western carriage pulled by four horses ran over the frozen stone road in Xi'an City. Li Hongzhang lifted the curtain and smiled and said, "Please see, what is the atmosphere of my Great Zhou?"
Moore looked out the window - rows of cured meat were hanging in front of the butcher shop on the street, and several women wrapped in patched flags were pasting lanterns with red paper. The stone lions in front of the Confucius Temple were wrapped in yellow silk. A group of Confucian scholars wrapped in yellow turbans pointed at the newly posted imperial examination notice, and from time to time, there were people laughing happily.
"Unbelievable," Wen Xian took off her top hat, "It was still hell three days ago."
"Why did those who gathered in front of the Confucius Temple laugh?" Moore asked in confusion.
Li Hongzhang said proudly: "They are all Juren. They can participate in the Grand Examination Competition after the Spring Festival. The first Jinshi of my Great Zhou Dynasty will be my first Jinshi!"
"Exam?" Moore smiled, "You Chinese really like exams! There are college entrance examinations on the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and there are college entrance examinations on the Great Zhou side. What are your exams on the Imperial Exam?"
Li Hongzhang said: "Take the Confucian "Four Books and Five Classics" and write eight-legged articles."
Wen Xian was stunned: "There are still exams? The college entrance examination in Taiping Heavenly Kingdom requires mathematics, psychic energy, and object research. These are very useful for the development of industry!"
Li Hongzhang shook his head and said, "We don't need to do a large-scale industry, what's the use of those exams? Besides, I have done the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom college entrance examination papers. After learning those things, it is not very useful for running industries. I have to go to colleges and continue to study for a few years before I can become a pillar of industry. And a university like Taiping University Hall cannot be completed in our Dazhou."
There was a silence in the carriage. Taiping University is now the world's first-class science and technology university! It is particularly expensive to run such a university; it is also necessary to have a way to fool the world's first-class science and technology experts to teach and lead students to conduct research.
Where can I have that condition in Dazhou? Even if I can barely open a university, I can only focus on liberal arts.
The carriage suddenly braked suddenly. More than a dozen prisoners in shackles rushed out of the corner of the street, followed by the "Yellow Turban Army" holding a whip. A shackled boy fell in front of the carriage, revealing the word "Zhou" on his back.
"This is." Friedrich raised his notebook.
"I was caught three days ago." Li Hongzhang said lightly, "I will be taken to the Yili River Valley in the Western Regions to exile and atone for atonement!"
"Take it to the Yili River Valley?" Wen Xian immediately understood something, "Where is your fiefdom of Lord Li?"
Li Hongzhang smiled and said, "It's not just me? The heroes in the court will be in the fiefdoms in the west. All the criminals caught during the rebellion in Shaanxi and Gansu must be exiled! Of course, it's okay for ordinary people to go there, let's divide the land and land!"
Mathilde smiled and said, "This policy has been implemented for more than a year! More than 100,000 people have been moved one after another. They have opened up 100,000 acres of wheat fields in the Yili River Valley, and irrigated them with the melting snow of the Tianshan Mountains, and can harvest 200,000 to 300,000 stones of wheat in a year! When all the criminals captured in the Battle of the Founding of the Great Zhou Kingdom were exiled, there will be one million acres of wheat fields in the Yili River Valley in the future, which can produce millions of wheat every year!"
Both Moore and Friedrich can see the expression of hope for the future on Mathilde and Li Hongzhang's faces.
The carriage turned over the drum tower, and the noise came to my face. Many Zhou soldiers wrapped in yellow turbans were taking their families to buy New Year's goods, many of whom were wearing flag clothes.
The shop owner was a little nervous about this group of killing gods, but the order on the market was good. The soldiers who killed, set fire and robbed three days ago seemed to have changed their personalities now.
Moore and Friedrich both noticed that there were several "armed Confucian scholars" on the street wearing yellow turbans, wearing Confucian uniforms, and wearing swords on their waists. The soldiers of the "Yellow Turban Army" obviously respected them very much, and would bow their fists when passing by them.
The carriage continued to move forward, Moore sketched in his notebook: "On January 10, 1858, on the streets of Xi'an, the new regime had successfully established order, and their means of establishing order were not entirely violent, and there was also the education of the soldiers of the "Yellow Turban Army" by famous scholars. It seems that this famous regime is still progressive compared to the Qing Dynasty that was crushed by them."
Imperial City, Mingde Hall.
Nine foreign oil lamps illuminate the hall clearly. Zeng Guofan wrapped his head in yellow turbans, and half of the gray cotton pants were exposed under his dragon robe.
The banquet was not rich, with wine and meat, and there was no singing or dancing to cheer up the fun. Zeng Guofan, the famous pope, looked much simpler than the "gods" of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
"Your Majesty gives you wine!" The eunuch pointed his voice. Li Hongzhang took a rough ceramic wine pot and poured wine for foreigners himself: "This is brewed with snow water in Zhongnan Mountain."
"Your Majesty," Wenxian raised his glass, "The British Empire is looking forward to your country"
"I don't want to be an emperor." Zeng Guofan suddenly interrupted, "I don't expect anything to happen to the British Empire. I just want to go back to the days when I was closed down. At that time, scholars could study quietly and do academic research, and farmers could plant a mundane land, but your British Empire is here!"
His triangular eyes glared fiercely at Wen Xian: "Do you regret it? It doesn't matter, you have time to regret it, and you will regret it more and more!"
The hall is dead silent.
Mathilde played with the wine glass and said in English: "Your Majesty means that once the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom masters the power of industry, the British Empire will become the biggest victim! You should limit the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's industry!"
Moore suddenly interrupted: "Your Highness, how much iron is the daily iron production of the blast furnace you have someone built in Weinan?"
"Two to three tons per furnace," Li Hongzhang rolled his Adam's apple, "five blast furnaces can produce more than ten tons of iron a day."
"How many tons of steel is produced in Weinan's reflector per day?" Moore asked again.
"One ton per seat." Li Hongzhang said, "Two blast furnaces can produce two tons per day!"
"The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant produces 200 steel every day, and this is just a matter of the same." Friedrich wrote the number in his notebook, "a hundred times the gap!"
Moore picked up the celadon bowl: "Princess, your great uncle once said that three parts of spirit are equal to one part of matter. And industrialization can make the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom have a hundred times, a thousand times of matter! If the Great Zhou cannot develop industry, then"
Li Hongzhang said: "If the Great Zhou Dynasty wants to be industrialized, the transportation problem must be solved. The freight rate from Shanghai to Xi'an is three times that of the machine itself."
"So we only make guns and cannons!" Matilde interjected, "It only takes 5 kilograms of steel to produce a Mineral rifle. 2,000 kilograms of steel can make 400 Mineral rifles, which can produce 140,000 a year."
"What then?" Friedrich asked, "You can defeat the Taiping Army, which uses a Miner rifle, armed the breech gun, and transports logistics supplies by rail?"
Mathilde smiled sweetly and did not answer Friedrich's question, but instead gave Li Hongzhang a look.
Li Hongzhang smiled and said, "Everyone! Mr. Moore, Mr. Friedrich, do you know how much it costs to a ton of steel in Xuzhou Steel Plant?"
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Moore opened the notebook: "About 15 pounds, more than 50 taels of silver. If the equipment is depreciated based on five years, the construction costs of factories, mines and railways will be amortized in 15 years."
"Where is Weinan?" Li Hongzhang asked and answered, "At least three hundred taels! This is still the case when coal and ore can be supplied in time."
Mathilde took over the conversation: "Mr. Moore, Mr. Friedrich, what does this mean?"
“Explanated”
"It means that industrialization is not suitable for Ganzhou and Shaanxi at all, and at least for a long time in the future!" Mathilde stood up excitedly. "So the success of Xuzhou Steel Plant will inevitably lead to the failure of Weinan Iron and Steel Plant."
Zeng Guofan suddenly spoke, "Just like the British factory destroyed Indian handmade textile fabric. Mr. Moore, the industrialization you mentioned can only be successful in a few areas, other places." He pointed outside the hall, "You can only be closed to the country like us!"
Moore frowned: "But the wave of industrialization will flood all medieval castles"
Zeng Guofan said leisurely: "The key is to have middle school as the body and western learning as the application. Sir Wenxian, Mr. Moore, Mr. Friedrich, go and tell Luo Yaoguo when he will build the railway to Luoyang, and my Great Zhou will retreat northwest again! He is not capable, haha, my Great Zhou has not learned much from the Western Zhou, but I can also produce hundreds of Miner guns every day, and I still have tens of thousands of cavalrymen in the Northwest cavalry, which is enough to resist his Taiping Army! If he is willing to be Wuguan and Tongguan as the boundary, both sides will be safe. He is engaged in his industrialization, and I recite my famous teachings!"
It was almost midnight when the banquet ended. Li Hongzhang and Mathilde did not return to the Duke of Tang's Mansion with Moore and others - Weibei seemed to have some trouble. After the banquet ended, they hurried to the Huai Army camp outside the city.
Moore turned Engels' notes on the return carriage: Two tons of steel per day is already the limit of the Weinan Iron Factory, and the supply of coal and ore in Weinan is a problem. There are still many technical difficulties to overcome in imitating the Minere rifle, and a large number of craftsmen are also required to be trained. It is optimistic that it will take at least three years before the Great Zhou can establish the most basic defense industry. Therefore, the 300 Nissan Minere rifles are completely bluffing.
Wen Xian pointed at the red lanterns outside the window drunk: "Look at how beautiful those lanterns are!"
Under the reflection of blood-red lanterns, the night market in Chang'an is bustling with people who have survived the disaster and are investing in new life with the greatest enthusiasm, but destined to be destroyed by the storm of industrialization again.
"Luo Yaoguo won't give them three years." Friedrich said coldly, "In addition to Xuzhou Iron Factory, he also has picy sour shells."
Moore closed the notebook: "The new war will begin soon. I think I have seen some problems in Chang'an that I had never thought of when I was in Europe before!"
Friedrich nodded, "Yes, it's time for us to leave!" He looked at Wenxian, "Sir, are you leaving?"
Wen Xian lit the cigar and took a sip: "I will leave with you and my departure, perhaps the greatest help to Dazhou, a country that only wants to close the door and recite scriptures quietly!"
Chapter completed!