The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 639 They are the red angels from heaven! (Please subscribe, please vote)

1858 October.

There was a drizzle at Liverpool Dock. Moore wrapped himself in a tweed coat and watched the stevedores pile wooden boxes with the words "Laborers' Union for Heaven" printed on them onto the carriages. The overseer in a short coat struck a gong and shouted in Irish English: "God bless us! Reduce working hours by half an hour today."

"Karl, it seems we must have missed something." Friedrich stood beside Moore with an umbrella, looking at the red slogan on a wall in the distance - "Proletarians unite and turn the world into a paradise."

Wearing a raincoat, carrying a rattan box, holding the book "My Journey to Heaven" dictated by Emperor Xianfeng in his arms, and smoking a cigar, Wenxian looked at the scene that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and murmured: "This is Heaven exporting revolution to the world."

Bai Siwen pulled his two sons, his face gloomy: "This, is this going to cause trouble in Taiping Britain?"

Bai Siwen's two sons, Bai Ruixiang and Bai Zhongxiang, shuddered when they heard the word "peace". The younger Bai Zhongxiang whispered, "Father, should I still go to that Eton College?"

"Of course I have to go!" Bai Siwen gritted his teeth. Now that he was here, why would he go back?
“Religious cloaks seem to be of some use.”

When Moore and others got on a cab and headed for the train station, Friedrich suddenly pointed to the door of a bank on the corner of the street - three "gentlemen" wearing bowler hats were throwing shillings into the donation box, on which were painted pictures of Victorian sermons and the words "Union of Laborers for Heaven" and a slogan saying "Donate ten shillings to get a Heaven Bond".

Moore wiped his glasses: "What's 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 has become a tool of struggle!"

"Carl, do the workers in heaven also fight against the capitalists in heaven in this way?" Wen Xian suddenly interrupted and asked.

Moore shook his head. "No!" He said with certainty, "There are no capitalists in the sky!"

There are no capitalists in heaven. That is to say, thinking of this, Wenxian touched the "My Journey to Heaven" narrated by Emperor Xianfeng in his arms. It did not say whether there are capitalists in heaven!
I was still negligent. I only thought about the skin color of the people in heaven, but didn't even ask whether there were any capitalists in heaven?
Bai Siwen, who was standing next to him, said sinisterly, "Mr. Karl, although there are no capitalists in heaven, there are Heavenly Father, Heavenly Brother, and Heavenly King."

Moore smiled and said, “But the Heavenly Father, Heavenly Brother, and Heavenly King do not have any real power—this is what is said in the Theory of Heaven!”

With the whistle blowing, four people boarded the train to London. In a second-class carriage, a skilled worker in work clothes and carrying a wicker box was reading a copy of the Mercury. The front-page headline was shocking: Your Majesty, why can't Britain, which owns half the world, become a paradise on earth?

"Oh my God, is this really the Mercury?" Friedrich also bought the latest edition of the Mercury. When he opened it, he was a little amused - there was a picture on the front page: a queen wearing a crown stood side by side with Jesus and Hong Xiuquan, with a palace in the clouds as the background.

Bonham laughed: "Even newspapers like The Mercury recognize the Queen's divine right!"

"Why can't the Mercury recognize the Queen's divine right? As long as it is conducive to the liberation of workers!" Moore stared at the passing industrial area outside the window and lit his pipe, "Besides, the Queen is not immortal!"

When Wen Xian heard this, the smile on his face quickly disappeared - the theocracy of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom could not be inherited, and Hong Xiuquan’s son Hong Tiangui was not the "grandson of God"!
Victoria is not even recognized as the "daughter of God" in the UK. She is currently just the reincarnation of the soul of Mary, the sister of Jesus. Once the queen leaves the world, her successor will not have the divine light.

If the red ghost becomes stronger, the British Empire may become Peace Britain.
Buckingham Palace, Blue Room.

Queen Victoria, wearing a bright yellow Chinese embroidered jacket and skirt, sat on a chair, holding a blue and white bone china teacup produced in Jingdezhen in her hand - her new clothes were given by her "soul sister" Hong Xuanjiao, and the blue and white bone china tea set in her hand was given by her "godbrother" Luo Yaoguo.

Prince Albert was holding a group photo and looking at it carefully - there were two bearded men, one tall and one short, in the photo. They were Moore and Friedrich. He didn't understand why Bonham wanted him and the Queen to look at the photos of these two bearded men?

"Your Majesty, this is the Journey to Heaven narrated by the Qing emperor himself." Wen Xian placed his notebook on the coffee table. "Xianfeng claimed that the gods in heaven may have controlled human society through the descent of flesh and soul."

When the Queen heard this, she was drinking milk tea from her cup and almost choked. She looked up at Bonham and said, "Sir, what do you mean by that?"

When Wen Xian was asked this question by the Queen, cold sweat broke out on his forehead - the person in front of him was no longer the queen of the past, but a "god"!
Prince Albert, who "fucked God" every night, said nonchalantly: "Heaven colonized the world, and the Normans colonized Britain. What's the difference? It seems that heaven colonizing the world is easier to accept, right?" While he was talking, he had already taken Bonham's notebook and read it. He exclaimed after reading only one page: "Dear, look at this! Jesus actually commanded an armored flying boat to fight Hong Xiuquan riding a flying iron bird in the sky!"

The Queen was also startled. She quickly took the notes and flipped through them. Suddenly she paused: "It says here that Moore might be the reincarnation of John the Baptist? Or the Heavenly Master Karl?"

How come she has no memory of this? No, not only does she have no memory of this, she also can't seem to remember anything else related to heaven. Her memory is really too bad!
Albert quickly picked up the photo he had left on the coffee table and handed it to his wife: "Honey, look at this photo. The short one is Moore! Can you recognize him?"

Of course! The Queen thought to herself, "Now that you've told me, how can I not recognize it? I'm not blind!"

"Yes!" The queen nodded, "The short man with a big beard is Master Karl!"

Wen Xianxin said, "That's right, it turns out that Moore was really sent by heaven to spread revolution!"

"Your Majesty, I think Moore was very likely involved in the Revolution of 1848," Wen Xiandao said. "His words and deeds all indicate that he is a red angel sent from heaven!"

Albert took off his pince-nez and stared, "Red, Red Angel? Moore?"

"Your Highness, this is very likely!" The Chairman of the British Magic Committee, the Duke of Wellington II, took out a report, "This is the background investigation of Moore and Frederick by the London Police Department. They did participate in the revolution of 1848!"

"Your Majesty, Moore is a dangerous person!" Bonham reminded, "He also said that there are no capitalists in heaven."

"Immediately arrange for my teachers Karl and Friedrich to come to the audience!" The Queen slammed her notebook shut. "Let me hear their ideas." She glanced at Albert, Bonham and the Second Duke of Wellington. "If they are really dangerous Red Angels, then they are also my Red Angels. This is very important!"

Heavenly Father Working Men's Club, East London.

Moore pushed open the peeling wooden door, and a wave of noise mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol hit him. Irish stevedores, Scottish railway workers, and English technicians crowded on the long benches, listening to an Anglican priest preaching in English:

"Heavenly King Hong Xiuquan said that those who till the land should own the land. Every British person should own his own land. Land should be the last guarantee for British workers!"

"But the land belongs to the nobles!" an Irish worker shouted. "Are we going to start a revolution and establish a peaceful Britain?"

"We should petition the Queen!" the priest waved the Treatise on Paradise, "asking her to distribute the extra land to the poor!"

"But where is there any extra land?" asked a Scotsman. "Every inch of land in the British Isles has an owner!"

"But the Queen owns two European-sized tracts of land in North America and Oceania. The land there is vast and sparsely populated, so every British person can be given 200 acres of land!" The pastor waved his fist. "With these 200 acres, the poor in Britain will have the last guarantee! And when some workers leave Britain for North America and Oceania, wages will also rise due to the shortage of labor!"

Friedrich ordered two more glasses of dark beer and said in a low voice: "At least they know that Britain's overseas wealth actually belongs to them. At least part of it!"

"Those lands will only become wealth after being combined with their labor, otherwise they are meaningless," Moore took a sip of wine foam. "Although this way of fighting with feet is a bit negative, it can at least develop the productivity of North America and Oceania. There is too much space there! And it can also force capitalists to increase wages."

When 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. Karl, Mr. Friedrich, I finally found you. The Queen invites you two to meet at Buckingham Palace tomorrow afternoon. The Magic Committee's carriage will arrive at your doorstep before noon tomorrow."

As they were talking, two gold-stamped invitations were handed to the two "Red Angels".
Moore took the invitation, then suddenly stood on the table and shouted to the workers in the club: "Workers, I am Moore, the editor of the Mercury. My friend Friedrich and I have just returned from the East, where we met the Queen's soul brothers and sisters. Now the Queen invites us to meet with her at Buckingham Palace tomorrow. Do you have anything to petition Her Majesty the Queen? Friedrich and I are willing to deliver your petition to the Queen of England!"

(End of this chapter)