Chapter 635 Xianfeng: No, if this continues, I will become a hero of Taiping!
"How should this mixed race be identified?"
Senator Brown, who was from Mississippi, like Davis, took over the question of the Earl of Temple Mount.
Xianfeng gave two winks to his two fans, Davis and O'Connor. He narrowed his triangle eyes and rushed towards the two US senators that he had to live with for a long time. The two immediately felt pressured. This must be the young prince of the God family possessed again! Otherwise, how could Zhao Si, a charlatan from the bottom, have such momentum?
You can't let the young prince down, otherwise you can't be regarded as the "Parliament Hill Oil King".
Thinking of this, Senator Davis immediately said seriously: "The reason why white people are white is because their skin is white. How to determine whether they are yellow and white is based on their skin color! If their skin color is yellow, it means that they are not yellow and white. If they are very white and close to white people, they must be mixed-race, and there are many white people's bloodlines."
Several senators present turned their attention to Rinko - this girl's skin was very white, and even the white-skinned masters were not as white as hers!
Rinko smiled and nodded, and said in a pure Oxford accent: "Yes, I am a mixed-blood like this. I am the niece of Queen Victoria and the Countess of the Temple Mount of the British Empire!"
This taste is too serious!
It is the purebred old British aristocrat. If you change it, the queen will accept it. The white-skinned master of the New World is the most fascinating British female aristocrat.
"The Earl of the Temple Mount is right! Her skin color is the same as hers, she is a mixed-blooded yellow and white race, no, that is a white man!"
"Yes, the baron is so white. If he weren't white, there would be no white people in the world!"
"The baron is a relative of Her Majesty the Queen."
"It's so noble that he's still a relative of Jesus!"
Several old American men surrounded Rinko and praised her skin color and bloodline. In their eyes, this female ninja from Iga has become the noblest British female noble. There is no problem in determining "yellow-white mixed-race" based on her skin color.
There are 6 senators gathered in O'Connor's "Loli Manor" today - that's a lot! There are only 32 states in the United States today, and there are 2 senators in one state, with a total of 64 senators. Six senators have supported "the yellow and white mixed-race people in the newly joined states of the United States have citizenship", which is almost one-tenth.
Moreover, five of these six people are Democrats, and four of them are senators of the Democratic Southern Party Cavalry that are grouped together. As long as subsequent political donations and "Loli Dinner" can keep up, it is also very promising to make the entire Democratic Party Cavalry and a small number of Republican Senate and House members support this legislation.
Once this legislation is passed, the True Recruitment faction is expected to take over two new states on the West Coast!
"Haohaohao not only did the matter of transporting grain back to China, but also created a 'yellow and white mixed blood case'. If this is done, in the future, the states on the west coast of the United States will be the world I really sent to! "
In New York, the hearty laughter of the Southern King Feng Yunshan sounded in the East Coast Cathedral of the True Journey Sect. Xianfeng, Rinko, who had just returned from the "Loli Manor" on Long Island, was standing in front of His Highness the Southern King.
Xianfeng seemed a little "restrained" - he escaped from the "Heavenly Court", and it would be bad if Feng Yunshan discovered it!
It seems that he has been a bit too high-profile during this period. He originally wanted to climb up to the high branch of the "King of Dai Nan" of the Southern Dynasties of America, and be comfortable for the rest of his life under his protection. But I didn't expect that it would be impossible to exert too much force. You must keep a low profile in the future!
"Fourth brother, fourth brother"
When Xianfeng was thinking about keeping a low profile, Rinko's voice suddenly rang in his ears. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be distracted. He looked up and found that Feng Yunshan and Rinko were smiling at him!
"King Nan, I, I."
Feng Yunshan saw Xianfeng's excited look and thought he was happy after making meritorious contributions! He immediately smiled and said to him: "Zhao Si, do it well, wait until the 'yellow and white mixed blood case' and 'returning grain to return to China' are all done. I guarantee you a hero of peace!"
"Tai, Taiping hero?" Xianfeng said to himself: "I can't be a Taiping hero. If I'm discovered, it's bad to be a low-key person. It's necessary to be low-key!"
Linzi, who was standing beside him, saw Zhao Si's face with a confused look on his face, and explained with a smile: "Fourth brother, Taiping hero is so powerful, you can be awarded a title!"
"Granted the title?" Xianfeng shook his head and said, "No, I don't have such great contributions. King Nan, I didn't do anything."
"Okay!" Feng Yunshan smiled, "I'm quite modest, good, good, do it well! I deserve your title, I will definitely win you for you."
Xianfeng wanted to continue to refuse, but Feng Yunshan waved his hand to Linzi. The "cheap princess" of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom bowed to Feng Yunshan, and then pulled Xianfeng, who was still shocked, out of the main hall of the archdiocese archdiocese church, who was still shocked.
The California sun in June burned the rammed earth walls. When Friedrich took off his hat and fanned, he looked at the bronze bell on the building suddenly ringing. More than 20 men wearing straw hats straightened up from the cornfield and turned their eyes to the 1841 Mississippi rifle placed by the field.
"What are they guarding against?" Moore narrowed his eyes and looked at the dust and smoke in the distance. Three white men on white horses were wandering along the ridge, and the lenses of the monocular lenses occasionally reflected dazzling light.
The hem of the red robe of Marin County, Bishop De Ling, was stained with grass chips. He unconsciously touched the Colt revolver in his waist: "A single farm in Santa Cruz County was burned to death last month!"
"Who did it?" Moore asked.
"White Devils!" Deling glanced at Moore and Friedrich, "It was the White Devils who had been here before the Gold Rush. They always felt that the whole of California was theirs, but they only had tens of thousands of people! Why do they occupy so much land? Besides, this place originally belonged to the Spanish, but earlier it belonged to the Indians."
While talking, Deling took Moore and Friedrich through the Baotti Wooden Door and entered the fortress known as the 10th Unity Farm in Marin County. Friedrich noticed dozens of bullet marks on the potholes on the door-wood door-apparently, it was not very peaceful around San Francisco now!
The fragrance of steamed rice cakes floated inside the wall, and more than twenty Japanese women wrapped in turbans were busy surrounding the stone mill. A girl in a witch suit stood on tiptoe and hung a bandage on the clothesline. The wooden sign next to the drying field said in Chinese: "Operating room for use"
"Every Wednesday is a shooting day." De Ling pointed to the open space behind the church where the smoke was coming. Seven or eight children in their early teens lined up to receive paper bags. A boy in the front row skillfully put bullets on the Type 1841 rifled gun, and then raised the gun and pointed the scarecrow dozens of steps away. The scarecrow had a shabby wide-brimmed hat on his head, looking like a cowboy from the western part of China.
A group of hens were wandering in the open space, looking for bugs on the ground that could be used as snacks. Moore and Friedrich also saw empty cow pens and sheep pens, and the cattle and sheep inside had obviously been driven out to eat grass.
Of course, barns are indispensable. They are built on earth walls, tall and sturdy, and you can tell at a glance that they can pile up a lot of food.
"The land outside Duanjie Farm is owned by farmers?" Friedrich took out his notebook at this time.
"Of course!" De Ling nodded, "Or who would have sacrificed his life to protect this place?"
"Is the land of every household the same?" Moore asked.
"It must be the same! Every household has 300 acres of dry land," Deling said, "No need to worry about the lack of money, only the unevenness!"
"What does it mean?" Moore asked.
"I'm not afraid of being poor, I'm afraid of being unequal," De Ling smiled, "It's all the knowledge of our Han ancestors!"
"It seems to be some truth!" Friedrich wrote in his notebook: "It is this egalitarian way of distribution of means of production that allows people in the united farm to love and help each other. This equal and united distribution and organizational method has always been a thing of the Chinese. It is obvious that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom won the victory in China."
Moore asked again: "Are they autonomous?"
"They will elect the council themselves..." De Ling pushed open the hospital, and the door panel of the True Job Church, and the strong smell of alcohol came to her face. The "Epidemic Prevention Regulations" were nailed to the wall, and a farm priest in a white robe was taking the pulse of an Irish red-haired girl. Here, there were not only families that were combined with Han and Japanese, but also some fathers were Han, and some Han immigrants married Irish white women who converted to True Job School.
Friedrich wrote on the latest page of his notebook: "It should be pointed out that this united farm formed based on ancient Chinese wisdom is extremely inclusive. There are Han people, Japanese people, white people, but no black people or Indians are found."
The rapid sound of horse hooves interrupted Friedrich's record. Sakamoto Ryuma rode a black horse and ran towards him: "The steam ship of Natalia's female grandfather has arrived at San Francisco Harbor!" He rolled his saddle and dismounted. There was a charred bullet hole in the samurai suit. He showed the bullet hole to Moore, Friedrich, and Deling: "There are a few white devils outside the valley."
Deling snorted coldly: "Looking for death!" Then he said to the white-clothed priest who had just diagnosed a pregnant Irish woman with pulse: "Old Huang will gather 20 people, and everyone will prepare horses and rifled guns!" Then he said to Moore and Friedrich, "Two Heavenly Masters, I'll send you out!"
"Woooo."
In San Francisco Harbor, the whistle roars in the twilight.
The chimney of the "Alaska Women's Official Account" was spraying with sparks. Natalia stood on the deck in military uniform, followed by Little Orlov and a tall middle-aged man with a big beard.
After seeing Moore and Friedrich finally boarded the ship, Natalia turned back to the bearded man and said, "Mikhail Bakunin, go and tell the captain, drive the ship, I'm going to Panama!"
When the steam engine started to roar, Friedrich's pen tip was parked on his notebook: "When we stood in the cotton fields of Mississippi, we would definitely miss the corn fields and wheat fields of Tianwang City in California, as well as the Kaiping Mining Bureau in the far east, Xuzhou Iron City - there is the most ideal social form we have seen so far! Unfortunately, these two ideal social forms are on both sides of the Pacific Ocean. If they can be combined, they should be what we are pursuing tirelessly."
Chapter completed!