Chapter 631 The chosen country of the working people (please vote, please make a subscription)
In late April 1858, North America, the West Coast.
The warm and gentle sea breeze in Berat Bay (Zhenjo Bay) caresses the hopeful fields on both sides of the shore. The cast iron bow of the steam paddle boat of the Geely breaks through the sea water, sails under the fortress with the military flag "The Great Wall will never fall" floating from the entrance of the strait, and enters this narrow bay.
The deck was filled with passengers looking out from the railings, Moore was holding a monocular lens in his hand, completely stunned by the pastoral scenery on both sides of the bay.
"These wooden waterwheels remind me of the mills on the Rhine." Friedrich pointed to the hydraulic device on the shore. The four-meter square roulette slowly rotated under the water flowing into the sea. The wooden water diversion channel extended like a spider web to the emerald green rice fields. The scene of the farmer wearing a straw hat bent down to plant rice seedlings does not look like it is in the New World, but it is like East Asia thousands of miles away.
Ryuma Sakamoto held the boat and sighed: "The rice fields here are so wide, each piece has dozens of acres, right?" His sword trembled slightly as he narrated, "No wonder the letter sent by the woman sold to the New World kept thanking the Zhenqu Pi."
A long snail sound suddenly sounded in the bay, and twenty lucky boat-style fishing boats were closing their fishing nets. The vermilion-painted gold-painted "Go back with a full load" appeared and disappeared among the waves. When the fishing nets were fished out of the sea, Sakamoto and Iwasaki, who grew up by the sea, were amazed again - this sea area is so rich!
"They are using the method of drying salt to make salt." Iwasaki Yataro noticed that the bare-handed worker was using wooden rakes to pile the sea salt in the crystal pond into snow hills. "If you use these salts to marinate the fish you just caught, and then sell them to California, you will definitely make a lot of money?"
Hearing Iwasaki’s plan, Sakamoto laughed: “It’s really worthy of being Yataro, you can find business opportunities everywhere you go!”
Wen Xian's ivory cane hit the teak deck: "These so-called farm owners are just illegal squatters! The Hudson company's charter clearly states"
"What's the point of that kind of charter?" Moore interrupted Wenxian. "The British Empire occupied too much land and could not and did not intend to develop it. It was just left there and wasted no productivity at all, and could not create any wealth. It was pure waste. At the same time, the poor in London and Manchester lived in hell, and large numbers of farmers in Ireland starved to death."
"How dare you?" Sir Wenxian glared at the "Karl Tianshi" who looked at the "color" the more he looked at the "color" the more he looked at it, the more wrong it was.
"Jazz," interrupted Wenxian, a priest in his thirties wearing a black robe and with a cross hanging around his neck, and said in English, "How can you speak to the Angel of Carl like this? He is the Queen's teacher in heaven!"
Well, the Karl Tianshi has become the Karl Taishi!
Wen Xian turned around and looked at the priest: "Father Chen, you really asked the North American Archdiocese to occupy the Berat Bay is always illegal!"
This priest is Chen Ji. He worked as a foreman of Jardine's foreign company in Shanghai, and later Run went to New World to work as a foreman for the Governor of Vancouver of Hudson Company. Later, when the Taiping Army came to "support" the Hudson Company, he finally stood on the right side. He became a priest of the True Journey Sect, and more than half a month ago he and two other priests went to Japan to attract a group of "brides". Now he is familiar with Moore, Friedrich, Wenxian and others. He also knows Moore's identity - he is one of the gods of the heavenly kingdom!
When the Geely approached the Pier of Tianwang City, the full picture of this "ideal city" on the west coast of North America was suddenly revealed in front of Moore and others.
The city is not too big, with only two main streets intersecting. At the intersection of the main street is a cathedral with a style of Chinese and Western style. The bell tower of the church is hung with the Chinese characters "The Deputy Prime Minister of the Archdiocese of True Pai North America" ​​on it.
I don’t know what day it is today? A four-wheeled carriage full of agricultural products is queuing up outside the cathedral, and the accountants in long gowns are quickly keeping their accounts while making plans.
"Look at how many people are on the dock!" Natalia pulled Friedrich's sleeve.
More than 300 men in crimson robes have been arranged in a square array at the pier, and each of them has a silver badge unique to the Heavenly King City Zhenyoupai - a cross surrounded by wheat ears.
"Who are they?" Friedrich asked Chen Ji.
"They are the masters here!" Chen Ji said deliberately in front of Wen Xian, "They are the builders of Tianwang City and the pioneers of Zhenyue Bay's farms. Each of them has at least one hundred acres of land. Today they are here to welcome their never-to-face wife!"
It turned out that these people "buy" the customers of the Japanese girls on the ship.
"Each of them has at least one hundred acres of land?" Moore asked with interest, "How did you get it?"
"It's occupied!" Wen Xian said.
"It was allocated to them by the Zhenqu Sect," said Chen Ji. "This place was originally a land without people, no Tianwang City, no farmland, no salt farm, nothing was built by these people with great effort!"
"Labor creates everything!" Moore commented, "They take it for granted the land they have cultivated!"
"This is the queen's property!" Wen Xian emphasized again.
At this time, a large group of kimono girls poured out from the cabin. More than 200 girls gathered on the deck like early spring cherry blossoms. Everyone looked at the dock below with some expectations and some anxiety. When Chen Ji shouted in Japanese, "New World is waiting for a good wife", the girls' "Hai" one after another was full of joy and happiness - they were told before boarding the "Geely" that they might be sent to brothels in the New World to sell themselves. But this group of them was undoubtedly lucky!
Sakamoto and Iwasaki exchanged meaningful eyes - the girls were of course lucky, forever freed from poverty, and got the right to marry a wife and become a mother. In today's overcrowded island country, it is difficult for women from low-class families to become "wifessions" because most men at the bottom do not have the chance to get married.
But for Japan, the marriage of these girls is definitely not a good thing, because they will give birth to children for Chinese immigrants in the New World! Moreover, they are all very hard-working and are excellent laborers themselves, which will greatly enhance the power of Chinese immigrants in the New World.
"This is the most vivid dialectical." Friedrich smiled and said to Moore as he watched the first girl who walked down the gangway, put his hand on the farmer's calloused palm, "Although the True Jobs seems corrupt and depraved in Japan, the True Jobs in the New World is still more vibrant than the True Jobs in China, North Korea and South Asia!"
Wen Xian's sneer came: "How long can this progress last without the grace of Her Majesty the Queen?"
His eyes swept across the fort at the entrance of the bay, and the prism made of sandbags was still strong, a 32-pound bronze cannon shining brightly in the morning glow.
But Moore noticed that the flags on the spire of the church - on the red background, golden wheat ears surrounded by silver crosses. This "nation of laborers" composed of Chinese immigrants, Japanese girls, and perhaps some immigrants from Ireland, as well as local natives in the Americas, showed a very rare vitality on the old continent.
This is probably the promised land of the working people and the chosen country? Moore later commented on the Heavenly King City of the New World in his "The Eastward Journey".
The twilight of Changdao passed through the painted glass, casting bloody cross light and shadow on the bluestone floor of the church. Xianfeng rubbed the copper globe on the sandalwood ritual platform, and the bright yellow lining exposed on the cuffs of the suit was grinding white. Sushun knelt in front of the carved bench, wearing a black robe of a true priest shaking with his sobs: "Master, the Qing Dynasty has been destroyed, it has been completely destroyed."
"There is no emperor here!" Xianfeng suddenly stopped his "nonsense" and then glanced at Zeng Jia Linshu who was kneeling beside him. The last one to destroy the Qing Dynasty was his nominal son Zeng Guofan. "There is only the real-time Bishop of Changdao County, Zhao Si."
Sushun stared at Xianfeng in red robe. He had not been on the East Coast for a long time, but he had already made great progress and built a magnificent church in Long Island County - it was donated by Davis, a Democratic boss in the US Senate!
Now the United States is in power, the Democratic Party, and Davis's "comrade"!
"Bang!"
The moment the copper-inlaid oak door was knocked open, Chiyoko, wearing a black nun's robe, rushed in quickly and knelt respectfully at Xianfeng: "Bissary, Lei Laohu's carriage has passed Philadelphia! He brought thirty musketeers, and he suspected that you stole the Little Prophet's Book, so you immediately went to the cathedral in New York City to explain!"
"What is the Little Prophet?"
"Bishop Emperor Zhao, what happened?"
Sushun and Linshu were both a little panicked. They both "know" that Xianfeng escaped from heaven, and that "Little Prophet" was probably what he walked away when he came down from heaven. Will that Lei Laohu come to capture Xianfeng with the command from heaven?
"What's the matter?" Xianfeng was not panicking at all. He now had a backstage. "This is the United States, Chiyoko in New York, and I'll go to New York City to meet Lei Laohu!"
Chapter completed!