Chapter 639 They are the Red Angels from Heaven! (Please book, please vote)
October 1858.
The drizzle of cows was floating on the Liverpool Pier, Moore tightened his tweed jacket, watching the loaders piled up wooden boxes with the words "Fight for Heavenly Labor Union" onto the carriage. The supervisor in the short jacket sounded the gong and shouted in Irish English: "God bless us! Today's working hours are reduced by half an hour...::.
1 "Carl, it seems we must have missed something...::.\n:" Friedrich stood beside Moore with an umbrella, looking at the red slogans on a wall in the distance, "The proletariat unite and turn the world into heaven."
Wen Xian, wearing a raincoat, carrying a vine box, and holding a cigar in her arms, held in "My Travels to Heaven" orally told by Xianfeng. She looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of her and murmured: "This is heaven that is exporting revolution to the world...
Bai Siwen pulled his two sons and his face was gloomy: "Is this going to make peace in Britain?"
Bai Siwen's two sons Bai Ruixiang, Bai Zhongxiang shivered when he heard the word "Taiping". The younger Bai Zhongxiang whispered: "Ama, am I still going to Eton School?"
"Of course!" Bai Siwen gritted his teeth and said that he had come. Could it be that he would return it?
"Religious cloaks seem to be useful.:
When Moore and others got into a taxi carriage and headed towards the train station, Friedrich suddenly pointed at the door of a bank on the corner of the street, one by one, three "top people" wearing bowlers were throwing shillings into the donation box. The box was painted with Victoria's preaching pictures and words "Fight for the General Labor of Heaven" and the slogan "Donate ten shillings to get Heaven bonds."
Moore wiped his one-sided glasses: "More important is that religion is no longer a tool to paralyze the working people, but is in the hands of the working people and becomes a tool to struggle!"
"Carl, is the laborers in heaven fighting against the capitalists in heaven like this?" Wen Xian suddenly interrupted and asked.
Moore shook his head, "No!" He said with certainty: "There is no capitalist in heaven!"
There is no capitalist in heaven, that is... Thinking of this, Wen Xian touched the "My Travels to Heaven" orally described by Xianfeng in his arms, and it did not say whether there are capitalists in heaven!
I was still negligent, thinking about the skin color of the people in heaven, but I didn’t even ask if there are any capitalists in heaven?
Bai Siwen, who was beside him, insidiously, said: "Mr. Carl, although there is no capitalist in heaven, there is a Heavenly Father, Brother, and King in heaven.
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Moore smiled and said, "But Heavenly Father, Heavenly Brother, Heavenly King has no real power. This is what is said in the "Paradise of Heaven"!"
With the whistle, four people boarded the train to London. In a second-class carriage, a technical worker in work clothes and carrying a rattan box was reading a picture of "Merceare". The front page title was shocking: May I ask, Her Majesty the Queen, why can't Britain, which has half a world, become a paradise on earth?
"Oh my God, is this really the Mercury?" Friedrich also bought the latest version of the Mercury. When he opened it, he made him feel a little ridiculous. There was a picture like this on the front page: the queen wearing a crown stood side by side with Jesus and Hong Xiuquan, and the background was a palace in the clouds.
Wen Xian laughed: "Even newspapers like Mercury recognize the Queen's theocracy!"
"Why can't the Mercury recognize the Queen's theocracy? As long as it is beneficial to the liberation of the workers!" Moore stared at the flying industrial area outside the window and lit his pipe, "And...::.\n. The Queen is not immortal!"
When Wen Xian heard this, the smile on his face quickly disappeared. The divine power of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom could not be hereditary. Hong Xiuquan's son Hong Tiangui was not the "grandson of the Heavenly Father"!
Victoria is not even recognized as the "daughter of the Father" in the UK. She is currently the reincarnation of the soul of Mary, the sister of Jesus...:::.\nOnce the queen leaves the world, her heirs will not have divine light.
If the red ghost had become bigger, the British Empire could become a peaceful Britain...\n·
Buckingham Palace, Blue Hall.
Queen Victoria, wearing a bright yellow Chinese embroidered jacket and skirt, sat on a chair, holding a blue and white porcelain tea cup produced by Jingdezhen in her hand. Her new clothes were given by "Soul Sister" Hong Xuanjiao, while the blue and white porcelain tea set in her hand was given by "Good Brother" Luo Yaoguo.
Prince Albert pinched a photo and looked at it carefully. This photo contained two big beards, one tall and one short, which were Moore and Friedrich... He didn't understand why Wenxian wanted him and the Queen to see the photos of these two big beards?
"Your Majesty, this is the "Travels of Heaven" written by the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty." Wen Xian put his notebook on the coffee table, "Xianfeng claimed that the gods in the heaven might have controlled human society through the arrival of their bodies and souls...:::
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When the queen heard this, she was drinking milk tea with a teacup. She almost choked and looked up at Wen Xian: "Just,
What do you mean?"
When Wen Xian was asked by the queen, cold sweat appeared on her forehead. The one in front of her was no longer the queen of the past, but a "god"!
Prince Albert, who "fucks the gods" every night, said indifferently: "Paradise colonized the world, and the Normans colonized Britain. What's the difference? It seems that it is more acceptable to colonize the world in heaven, right?"
When he spoke, he had already taken Wen Xian's laptop over and looked at it. After reading the page, he exclaimed: "Dear, look at this! Jesus actually commanded the iron-armored flying boat to fight Hong Xiuquan, who was riding the flying iron bird, in the sky!"
The queen was also shocked and quickly took the notes and read them quickly, and suddenly paused: "Here is Moore's reincarnation of John the Baptist? Or is the Heavenly Master Carl in heaven?"
Why didn't she remember this at all? No, not only did she have no impression of this, but she didn't seem to remember other things related to heaven...:::. Her memory is really too bad!
Albert hurriedly picked up the photo he threw on the coffee table and handed it to his wife: "Dear, look at this photo...... The shorter one is Moore! Can you recognize him?"
Of course! The queen said to herself, "You said everything, can I still not recognize it? I am not blind!"
"Yes!" The queen nodded, "The short bearded man is Karl's Heavenly Master!"
Wen Xianxin said: "That's right..... It turns out that Moore was really sent by heaven to export the revolution!"
"Your Majesty, I think Moore is likely to be involved in the 1848 revolution...:.:" Wen Xian said, "his words and deeds,
It all shows that he is a red angel sent from heaven!”
Albert took off his nose-pinching glasses and stared at his eyes: "Red, red angel? Moore?"
"Your Highness, this is very likely!" Duke Wellington II, chairman of the British Magic Committee, took out a report, "This is a background investigation by the London police department on Moore and Friedrich...:... They did participate in 1848
The revolution of 2019!”
"Your Majesty, Moore is a dangerous person!" Wen Xian reminded, "He also said there are no capitalists in heaven...::
"Schedule my Teacher Carl and Friedrich to meet you now!" The Queen suddenly closed her notebook, "Let me hear their thoughts...::.:" She glanced at Albert, Wenxian and Duke Wellington II again, "If they are really dangerous red angels, then they are also my red angels, which is very important!"
East End of London, Heavenly Father Workers Club.
Moore pushed open the painted wooden door, and the sound of smoke and alcohol came to his face. Irish loaders, Scottish railway workers and English mechanics squeezed on long benches and listened to an Episcopal priest preaching in English:
"The king of heaven, Hong Xiuquan, said that if you want to farm, you should have your own land. Every British person should own his own land... Land should become the last guarantee for British workers!"
"But the land belongs to the nobles!" an Irish worker shouted, "Are we going to launch a revolution and establish a peaceful Britain?"
"We should petition the Queen!" The pastor waved the "Paradise" and "asked her to allocate the excess land to the poor!"
"But where is there any extra land?" asked a Scotsman, "Every inch of land on the British Isles has a master!"
"But the Queen owns two European-sized lands in North America and Oceania...\n. There are vast lands and sparsely populated areas, so it is possible to allocate 200 acres to every British!" The pastor waved his fists, "With these 200 acres, the poor in Britain have the final guarantee! And when some workers leave Britain and go to North America and Oceania, wages will also increase due to insufficient labor!"
Friedrich ordered two more stout beers and lowered his voice: "They at least know that Britain's overseas wealth actually belongs to them...:::. At least part of it is!"
"Those lands will only become wealth after being combined with their labor force, otherwise it will be meaningless," Moore sipped his wine. "Although this kind of struggle with his feet is a bit negative, it can at least develop North America and Oceania's productivity... ::.. It's too empty there! And it can force capitalists to increase their wages."
While the two were discussing the relationship between "Run New World" and "labor struggle", a secretary of the Magic Committee suddenly walked into the club and found Moore and Friedrich: "Mr. Carl, Mr. Friedrich, finally found you...::. The Queen invited you two to go to Buckingham Palace tomorrow afternoon to meet. The Magic Committee's carriage will arrive at your doorstep by noon tomorrow."
As he spoke, two gold-plated invitations had been handed over to the hands of two "red angels"..::
Chapter completed!