The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 637 Comrade Xianfeng, Master Karl is here to see you! (Please vote, please subscribe)

On the bluestone pavement of New York's Chinatown, two copper-inlaid carriages rolled over the rainwater. Both carriages were hung with the wheat-ear cross flag of the True Testament Church of America.

Friedrich, who was sitting in a carriage at the back, lifted the curtains and swept his gray-blue eyes over the rows of shops on the street: "This place looks a lot like the streets in Shanghai. All the buildings are a mix of Chinese and Western styles."

Through the car window, Moore was also looking at this not-so-long but extremely prosperous Chinatown. There were all kinds of Chinese signs hanging on the Cantonese-style arcades. In addition to grocery stores and Chinese restaurants, most of the shops on the ground floor were wholesalers of porcelain, silk, tea, and lacquerware, filled with a wide variety of goods. There was also a "True Promise Bank" and the headquarters of the Taiping Trading Company, each occupying a four-story building. Chinese businessmen in silk robes and Western businessmen in top hats were shoulder to shoulder on the clean and tidy streets.

"New York's Chinatown looks like a specialty store for Chinese goods," Moore wrote in his draft of Red Star Over China. "While the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom exported a large number of people, it also opened up a market for its own goods. In addition to the consumption of the expatriates themselves, they could also sell Chinese goods to the locals. For China, which had an overpopulation and was relatively short of resources, land, and capital, this was the best way for them to achieve industrialization."

Bakunin, who came from Russia and escaped to America from exile in Siberia, said with disdain while smoking a Cuban cigar: "We Russians won't run around the world like them. We only need to develop Russia's rich resources to achieve industrialization!"

Friedrich said with some anticipation: "When resource-rich Russia, populous China, and the United States where we are now, have all achieved industrialization, the end of capitalism may not be far away!"

Bakunin asked in confusion: "Friedrich, why do you say that?"

"Because of overproduction!" Moore said, "Since the wages received by the working class are far from enough to consume the goods they produce, when the industrialized population reaches a certain number and the industrial output also reaches a certain amount, the major industrialized countries in the world will definitely start a war to compete for markets and resources!"

Bakunin took a long puff on his cigar: "The war will destroy all governments!"

Moore shook his head: "No, there will be a workers' government by then!"

Amid the argument between Moore and Bakunin, the carriage stopped in front of the East Coast True Church, and Sir Bonham and Natalia got out of the previous carriage together. They looked up at the newly completed cathedral - a building that combined Chinese and Western styles and looked more like a Taoist temple than a church.

"Sir, don't you think the strides taken by the Chinese are astonishingly large?" Natalia asked Wen Xian with a hint of sarcasm.

"Indeed!" Wen Xian nodded slightly, and then said worriedly, "But what worries me most now is what is the most noble skin color in heaven?"

"Of course it's white!" Natalia shrugged. "It can't be black, right?"

Wen Xian took a breath and said in an inaudible voice: "This question will soon have an answer!

At this time, three bearded men had already crawled out of the carriage, but their argument was not over yet - although More, Friedrich and Bakunin all believed that a world war would break out after China, the United States and Russia had achieved industrialization.

However, Moore, Friedrich and Bakunin had different opinions on the outcome of the war. Moore and Friedrich believed that a workers' state would emerge after the imperialist war, while Bakunin believed that there would be a "mutual assistance" society in the future where workers and peasants would be the masters of their own affairs, similar to the "Solidarity Farm" on the West Coast, and the government would disappear. For the "Solidarity Farm" on the West Coast, it seemed to make no difference whether the state government of California and the county government under it existed or not.

In short, the three "bearded men" argued all the way from the West Coast to the East Coast, and no one could convince anyone else.

At this moment, in the side hall of the cathedral, Chiyo was using a silver needle to prick Xianfeng's philtrum.

Feng Yunshan looked at the "exhausted" Xianfeng with a sad face. Such a good "new brother" must not be bedridden. The True Testament sect in North America still needs a bishop like him!
"King of the South, Heavenly Master Karl has arrived." Sushun's voice was trembling. He had already seen the fainted Emperor Xianfeng - was he really fainted? Could it be that Heavenly Master Karl had cast a spell on the carriage?
Feng Yunshan stood up suddenly, and the corner of his robe knocked over the celadon teacup, which shattered on the ground. The eyelids of the former Qing emperor trembled slightly, and through the slits of his eyes he saw a wooden door creaking open. Then he saw Huang Shiren, Zeng Jia. Linshu leading three bearded foreigners, a clean-shaven old Western man and a very beautiful foreign girl, walking in together - that Karl Tianshi was among them, right? When Xianfeng thought of this, his heart trembled again.

Feng Yunshan clasped his fists towards the person who came and said, "I am Feng Yunshan. May I know which one of you is the Heavenly Master Karl?"

"King of the South," Wen Xian knew Feng Yunshan, so he acted as an introducer and pointed at Moore and said, "This is Master Karl. You can call him Mr. Moore."

Feng Yunshan looked at Moore carefully - still had no impression!

Victoria, Yang Xiuqing, Wei Changhui, Luo Yaoguo, Maria and others all remembered them, so why didn't Feng Yunshan remember them?

Is it possible?
A terrible thought appeared in Feng Yunshan's mind, and then it was suppressed! "Teacher, I am honored to be your student!" Feng Yunshan saluted Moore respectfully.

Another student.
Moore thought to himself, "Is this atheism right? No, I have to go back to London to see the Queen! The Queen of England won't just randomly recognize a teacher, right?"

"King of the South," Moore returned the greeting and replied in Chinese, "We should not address each other as teacher and student here."

If they are not called teacher and student in the mortal world, then they are teacher and student in heaven!
Feng Yunshan breathed a sigh of relief - he just couldn't remember the things in heaven, but his identity as the third son of the emperor was genuine! How could he not be a liar? Even Queen Victoria recognized him.

The Queen can't be a liar, right?
"Master, please have some tea." Feng Yunshan greeted Moore with a smile, and personally brought out a bone china tea bowl produced in Jingdezhen, which was filled with the finest green tea.

Bakunin looked at Moore, then at Feng Yunshan, and was also confused - was this Moore really the reincarnation of John the Baptist? Natalia insisted, and said that she had seen his portrait being carried through Red Square in the Sky Mirror. Now Feng Yunshan was bowing to Moore again.
At this time, Wenxian was already under Sushun's finger and saw Xianfeng lying there being "stabbed with a needle"!
"What's the name of this priest? What's wrong with him?" Wen Xian asked curiously as soon as he sat down.

"His name is Zhao Si," Feng Yunshan sighed, "He has been busy buying grain for the Kingdom of Heaven recently and fell ill due to overwork."

"Let me take a look." Moore knew a little about medicine, so he kindly came over.

Feng Yunshan smiled and said to Xianfeng: "Brother Zhao Si, Master Karl is here to see you."

"No, don't come over here." Xianfeng was suddenly awakened by the shock and suddenly sat up from a sofa, which startled everyone in the room. They all stared at him with their eyes wide open.

"I, I, I just had a nightmare!" Xianfeng quickly made up a lie to cover it up, "I dreamed that I became a black slave, picking cotton in the fields, and was whipped by a bearded white man!"

"Oh, do you New Yorkists also preach to black slaves?" Moore immediately became interested.

"Of course we must preach!" Xianfeng tried to suppress his fear and said to deceive Moore, "We must not only 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 suddenly improved.

Xianfeng also saw that Moore had a good impression of him, so he quickly followed his intention and said, "Once the East Asia-US East Coast route is opened, we can transport East Asian workers to the United States to pick cotton. Then we can help the black slaves return home."

Moore nodded and asked again: "Why can't we lead the slaves to revolt?"

"Revolt?" Xianfeng shook his head repeatedly. "We can't defeat them. The whites have industry, a large population, and are vicious and warlike. Moreover, American cotton is essential to the European textile industry. If the black slaves revolt, they will not only have to fight against American farmers, but also the British Empire. It is impossible for them to win. In addition, they don't know how to run cotton farms, and even if they drive away the white farmers, they can't replace them."

After hearing what Xianfeng said, Moore thought of the Chinese farms in Southeast Asia. The Chinese in Southeast Asia shared the land with the natives, but within a few years, the native farms would go bankrupt, while the Chinese farms would flourish. Perhaps returning to Africa would be the real liberation for the black slaves?
Moore did not say anything else, but returned to his seat. Seeing that this Heavenly Master Karl had no intention of taking him to heaven, Xianfeng finally felt relieved and his face looked much better.

Seeing that Zhao Si seemed to be getting better, Feng Yunshan wanted to tell him some good news, so he smiled and said to Xianfeng: "Zhao Si, let's set out together tomorrow!"

Departure? Where to? Not to heaven, right? Xianfeng panicked again, but he pretended to be calm: "Nan, King Nan, where are we going?"

"Go back home!" Feng Yunshan said with a smile, "If you want to be a hero of the peace, you have to go back home to be awarded a title based on your merits. After you are awarded a title, you can go back to the United States. This is also a way to return home in glory! Zhao Si, you are from Beijing, right? When you are awarded a title, you must go back to Beijing to show off!"

"Go back to Beijing," Xianfeng asked, "Can I go to the Old Summer Palace and the Forbidden City?"

Feng Yunshan nodded: "Yes, but you have to buy a ticket."

(End of this chapter)