Chapter 637?Comrade Xianfeng, Master Carl is here to see you! (Please vote, please book)
On the bluestone road in Chinatown, New York, two brass carriages ran through the rain and accumulated water. Both carriages were hung with dried wheat ears from the American True Tak.
Friedrich, who was sitting in a carriage behind, lifted up the curtains, and his gray-blue eyes swept across the street lined up shops: "It looks very similar to the streets of Shanghai, and all the buildings are mixed with Chinese and Western styles."
Through the car window, Moore was also looking at the not-so-long but extremely prosperous Chinatown. There are various Chinese signs hanging on the Cantonese arcade. In addition to grocery stores and Chinese restaurants on the ground floor, most of them are wholesale porcelain, silk, tea, and lacquerware shops, filled with a wide range of goods. There is also the headquarters of the "Zhenyou Bank" and the Taiping Trading Company, each occupying a four-story building. Chinese merchants wearing silk robes and Western merchants wearing top hats are shoulder to shoulder on the clean and tidy streets.
"New York's Chinatown looks like a specialty store of Chinese goods," Moore wrote in his draft of "The Eastward Journey". "While the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom exports a large number of people, it also opens up the market for its own goods. In addition to the consumption of the expatriates themselves, they can also sell Chinese goods to locals... For China, which has overpopulation, resources, land, and capital, this is the best way for them to achieve industrialization."
And Bakuning, who came from Russia and slipped from the exile in Siberia to the Americas, sucked Cuban cigars while saying disdainfully: "We Russian talents will not run around the world like them... We just need to develop Russia's rich products to achieve industrialization!"
Friedrich said with some expectations: "When Russia, a rich resource-rich China, and the United States where we are now industrialized, the end of capitalism may be about to be long!"
Bakunin asked in confusion: "Friedrich, why did you say that?"
"Because of overproduction!" Moore said, "Because the wages received by the working class are far from enough to consume the goods they produce, when the industrialized population reaches a certain quantity and the industrial output reaches a certain quantity...:::.The major industrialized countries in the world will definitely fight for markets and resources!"
Bakuning took a sip of the cigar: "The war will definitely destroy all governments!"
Moore shook his head: "No, there will be a government led by workers at that time!"
The carriage was parked in front of the Archdiocese on the East Coast during the dispute between Moore and Bakunin. Sir Wenxian and Natalia emerged from the previous carriage together. The two looked up at the newly completed cathedral, one of which was a combination of Chinese and Western architecture, which looked more like a Taoist temple than a church.
"Jazz, don't you think the Chinese are taking a stunning pace?" Natalia asked Wen Xian with a slight mocking.
"Indeed!" Wen Xian nodded slightly, and then said worriedly, "But what worries me the most now is what is the noblest skin color in heaven?"
"Of course it's white!" Natalia shrugged, "It's not black, right?"
Wen Xian took a breath and said in a delicate voice: "This question... will be answered soon!
At this time, three men with big beards had already emerged from the carriage, but their debate was not over yet. Although Friedrich and Bakunin believed that after the three major powers of China, the United States and Russia had achieved industrialization,
A world-wide war will surely break out.
However, regarding the result of the war, Moore, Friedrich and Bakunin had differences. Moore and Friedrich believed that there would definitely be a workers' state after the imperialist war, while Bakunin believed that there would be a "mutual assistance" society in the future where workers and peasants were the masters, similar to the "unity farm" on the West Coast, and the government would disappear...:::. For the "unity farm" on the West Coast, it seems that there is no difference between the state government of California and the county government below.
In short, the three "bearded men" argued from the West Coast to the East Coast, and no one could convince anyone.
At this moment, in the side hall of the cathedral, Chiyoko was stabbing the people of Xianfeng with silver needles.
Feng Yunshan looked at Xianfeng who was "tired" with a look of pain..... Such a good "new brother" cannot be sick. The true deeds in North America still need a bishop like him!
"King Nan, the Master Carl has arrived." Sushun's voice was trembling. He had already seen Xianfeng who had fainted and was really fainting? Could it be that Master Carl has cast a magic trick on the carriage?
Feng Yunshan suddenly stood up, and the celadon teacup was shattered on the ground. The teacup was shattering slightly. The former Emperor of Qing Dynasty trembled slightly. He looked at a wooden door in the gap between his eyes, and then he saw Huang Shiren, Zeng Jia and Linshu, leading three bearded foreigners, a shaved Western old man and a very beautiful foreign girl, came in together. That Carl Tianshi was among them, right? When Xianfeng thought of this, his heart trembled again.
Feng Yunshan rushed over and hugged his fists: "When I'm down Feng Yunshan, I wonder which one is Carl's Heavenly Master?"
"King of the South," Wen Xian and Feng Yunshan met, so they became the introducer and pointed at Moore and said, "This is the Master Carl...::.. You can call him Mr. Moore."
Feng Yunshan looked at Moore carefully—and still had no impression!
Victoria, Yang Xiuqing, Wei Changhui, Luo Yaoguo, and Maria all remember it, why don’t Feng Yunshan remember it?
Could it be.::::
A terrible thought appeared in Feng Yunshan's mind and was suppressed!
"Teacher, the student is polite!" Feng Yunshan respectfully bowed to Moore.
Another student.:::
Moore thought to himself, "This atheism...:::.is it right? No, I have to go back to London to see the Queen soon!
The Queen of England will never recognize her teachers, right?”
"King of the South," Moore gave a gift, and then replied in Chinese, "Here, we should not be called teachers and students."
In the mortal world, it is not called a teacher or a student, so it is said that in heaven, it is a teacher or a student!
Feng Yunshan breathed a little relieved. He just couldn't remember what happened in heaven, but his identity as the third son of the God family was changed like a fake one! He was not a liar...:::.How could he be a liar? Queen Victoria recognized him.
The Queen can't be a liar, right?
"Tianshi, please use tea." Feng Yunshan greeted Moore with a smile, and personally brought the bone porcelain tea bowl produced by Jingdezhen to see the best green tea.
Bakuning looked at Moore, then looked at Feng Yunshan, and was also confused. This Moore was really reincarnated by John the Baptist? Natalia insisted and said that she had seen his portrait in the mirror of the sky. Now Feng Yunshan is heading towards Moore again...:::
At this time, Wen Xian was already under Su Shun's finger and saw Xianfeng lying under the "needle"!
"What's the name of this priest? What's wrong with him?" Wen Xian asked curiously as soon as she sat down.
"His name is Zhao Si," Feng Yunshan sighed, "I have been busy buying grain for the Kingdom of Heaven recently, and I have fallen ill after overworking...:
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"Let's take a look." Moore understood some medical skills and kindly came over.
Feng Yunshan smiled and said to Xianfeng: "Brother Zhao Si, Master Carl is here to see you.::.\n:
"Don't, don't come over..." Xianfeng woke up in shock and suddenly sat up from a sofa, which shocked everyone in the room. Everyone stared at him with their eyes.
"I, I, I... I had a nightmare just now!" Xianfeng quickly made up lies to hide his words, "I dreamed that I became a black slave, picked cotton in the field, and was whipped by a big bearded white man!"
"Oh, are you really asking the sect to preach to black slaves?" Moore immediately became interested.
"Of course we have to pass on!" Xianfeng tried hard to suppress the panic in his heart, saying something to fool Moore, "not only do we have to preach to them, but also liberate them..."
"How do you plan to liberate the black slaves in the United States?" Moore's impression of Zhao Si improved.
Xianfeng also saw that Moore had a good impression of him, so he quickly followed the other party's wishes and continued: "When the East Asia-US East Coast route is opened, you can transport East Asian workers to the United States to pick cotton. Then we will be able to send a real appointment to help the black slaves return to their hometown."
Moore nodded and asked again, "Why can't you lead the uprising of the slaves?"
"Upstein?" Xianfeng shook his head repeatedly, "It's impossible to defeat... White people have industries, a large population, are vicious and good at fighting, and American cotton is a must for European textile industry. If black slaves revolt, they not only have to fight against American farmers, but also fight against the British Empire, and it's really impossible to win. In addition, they don't know how to run a cotton farm, and if they beat the white farmers away, they can't replace them."
After hearing what Xianfeng said, Moore thought of the Chinese farms in Nanyang, Chinese people divided the lands in Nanyang like natives, but in a few years, the native farms would go bankrupt, while the Chinese farms would flourish... Maybe returning to Africa is the real liberation for black slaves, right?
Moore didn't say anything else, but returned to his seat and sat down. Seeing that the Carl Tianshi Master did not mean to capture him from heaven, Xianfeng finally felt a little relieved and his face looked much better.
Feng Yunshan saw that Zhao Si seemed to be better, so he wanted to tell him good news, so he smiled and said to Xianfeng: "Zhao Si, let's set off together tomorrow!"
Set out? Where to go? It won’t be to go to heaven, right? Xianfeng was panicked again, but he even pretended to be calm in his face: "Nan, King Nan, where are we going?"
"Return to China!" Feng Yunshan smiled, "If you want to be a hero of peace, you have to return to China to be a meritorious person. After the meritorious person, you will be back to the United States... This is also a return home in glory! Zhao Si, are you from Beijing? After you have been awarded the title, you have to go back to Beijing to show off!"
"Return to Beijing...:.\n." Xianfeng asked, "Can I go to the Old Summer Palace and the Forbidden City?"
Chapter completed!