The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 722: The soul of the Qing Dynasty is about to possess America!
Inside the Charleston Harbor waiting room.

Su Shun, who had just come from the West Coast, was hunched over in a Western-style tailcoat, but he held a pipe in his hand and took a puff of Virginia before speaking: "Master, do you think these American men can really understand the essence of slave control in our Qing Dynasty? Yesterday I saw that plantation owner named O'Hara, and he gave all his black slaves big pieces of meat and big bowls of wine. Isn't this a mess! There must be high and low ranks among slaves. How can we treat them all the same?"

The newly appointed Emperor Xianfeng was also dressed in Western clothes, holding a Cuban cigar in his hand, smoking it happily. When he heard Sushun's words, his eyelids immediately twitched: "Isn't it because the situation is in chaos that they asked us and the Russians to help? President Davis told me in person that governing slaves and being slaves in the Qing Dynasty is a great art."

He crossed his legs, revealing his shiny calfskin shoes. "These redneck masters in the southern United States are good at riding horses and using guns, but when it comes to disciplining slaves," he snorted a cloud of smoke. "They don't even know how to divide and rule the slaves or let the slaves fight each other. They really waste all these Kunlun slaves!"

Lin Shu was dressed in a cowboy outfit, and the guards with swords became guards with guns, and he had two guns, one on the left and one on the right. He came to Xianfeng and said, "Master, you are wise! But can these foreigners learn our rules?"

"If you can't learn, just learn slowly!" Xianfeng took another puff of his cigar. "Do you know why I asked you to come from Jinshan? It's to let you help me teach the red-necked masters and black slaves in America to keep their place. What is the best thing about the Qing Dynasty? It's to control slaves and be slaves! White masters must learn to be masters, and black slaves must learn to be slaves. We must make the unique skills of our Qing Dynasty's slave management, the 'raising the flag' system and the 'baoyi' system, Americanized!"

He suddenly lowered his voice, his pockmarked face full of longing: "If this is accomplished, the soul of our Qing Dynasty will be in America! Although the Qing Dynasty cannot really come back, our advanced system can continue in America, which can also refute the slander of those traitors against our Qing Dynasty!"

When Sushun, Linshu, Yuanbao and Der Ling heard what Xianfeng said, they all nodded repeatedly, as if they were followed by clockwork.

The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was so bullying that it wrote a lot of slanderous essays about the Qing Dynasty in elementary school textbooks, saying how backward and cruel the Qing Dynasty's slave system was, and how it treated people like degenerates. If America could learn from the Qing Dynasty and improve the baoyi slave system, then the whole world would know that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was lying.

By then, people around the world will know that the Qing Dynasty’s slavery system was not backward at all. Not only was it not backward, but it was also very advanced. Even the United States, the “chosen country”, followed the Qing Dynasty in learning.

Xianfeng took a puff of his cigar and said to his men, "When the Russian guests arrive, we must combine our skills of being the Eight Banners and governing the Baoyi with the Russian serfdom system."

Before he finished speaking, the whistle tore through the noise of the port. The French cruise ship "Provence" came to the shore with black smoke. On the deck stood a Russian prince wrapped in a mink cloak. His name was Vasily Alexandrovich Cherkassky. He was sturdy and strong, just like an upright brown bear.

Although this bear prince does not look like a kind person, he is actually a well-known "conscientious prince" in Russia. Although he was born into the prominent Cherkassky family (an ancient Russian aristocratic family) and his family owned a large area of ​​land and serfs, he felt guilty and thought that his family was too bad to exploit serfs, so as early as 1850, he took the lead in trying to liberate serfs and allowed serfs to obtain land and freedom through redemption, which became a template for reforms across the country.

In 1857, he joined the "Secret Committee on Serfdom" established by Tsar Alexander II, and drafted the "Emancipation Proclamation" with Nikolai Milyutin and others. He proposed that "land and freedom are inseparable" and emphasized that farmers need to obtain land to make a living and prevent serfs from starving to death - this is the true conscience of Russia!
However, the Russian King of Conscience now seemed quite uneasy. As he watched the Charleston pier approaching, he suddenly turned around and said to a bearded Russian priest in a black robe, "Father Tupolev, do you think His Majesty the Tsar drank too much kvass? We have just started to abolish serfdom in our country, and now I am here to teach Americans how to implement serfdom."

Father Tupolev's silver cross swayed in the sea breeze. Hearing the prince's words, he immediately continued, "Your Highness, don't think we are doing evil by teaching the Americans to practice serfdom." He made the sign of the cross on his chest, "May God forgive these backward American barbarians. In fact, they don't even know serfdom! What they are practicing is slavery, which is similar to what the ancient Greeks, Romans and barbaric Turks practiced!"

The Russian "Prince of Conscience" ripped open the silver button on his collar, revealing his hairy chest: "But I heard that the revolutionaries in the northern United States have declared the abolition of slavery."

"But that's illegal!" Tupolev shook his head. "Moreover, the factory owners in the northern United States only talk about abolition from a moral high ground, but what happens after abolition? Our benevolent father the Tsar will not drive the poor serfs out of the nobles' manors and let them fend for themselves. That's not progress, but murder! That's why President Davis of the United States turned to Russia, which understands serfdom best in the world, for help, and His Majesty the Tsar sent you, the most conscientious noble in all of Russia, to help American blacks become serfs."

The Prince of Conscience touched his chest and immediately felt that Father Tupolev was right. He came to the United States not to do evil, but to help American blacks and help them progress from slaves to serfs!

At the dock, Xianfeng was stunned at this time. He saw Lama Tupolev - the "grand lama" of the Russian Orthodox Church stationed in Beijing actually came to America!

This is too coincidental, right?

"Tutu Lama?" Xianfeng shouted in Beijing dialect until his voice broke. Father Tupolev's gold-rimmed glasses also fell on the deck. He looked at Emperor Xianfeng, who had obviously "ascended to heaven", and his knees went weak, and he almost knelt on the deck. But the "conscience prince" Cherkassky reacted quickly and picked him up like a chicken.

"Long live the Lord?" Father Tupolev's Beijing dialect was even more authentic than when he was at the Xuanwumen Church. He ran down the gangway while shouting, "Aren't you following Hong Tianwang?"

Xianfeng had already put on a mysterious smile and waved his hand, saying, "Father Tupolev, you'd better not ask any more questions, lest you get blamed by the higher-ups!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the sky!

Tupolev immediately shut up and just stared at Xianfeng, then looked at Yuanbao, Sushun and Linshu. They were all old acquaintances!

"I am Zhao Si, the chairman of the American Serf Committee." Xianfeng stretched out his right hand and asked in fluent English, "Father Tu, you are..."

Before Tupolev could reply, the prince of Russian conscience had already burst into laughter: "Ha! Ha! Ha! You must be the expert on Chinese serfdom mentioned in President Davis' telegram." He stretched out his bear-like palm and pinched Xianfeng's small hand. "I am Prince Vasily Alexandrovich Cherkassky, a member of the Russian Secret Committee on Serfdom."

Yuan Bao took the opportunity to approach the priest and whispered to him in Chinese: "Tula Ma, no, Father, our master was sent by Heavenly Father and Heavenly Brother. If you don't want to go to hell, don't talk nonsense."

Tu Lama quickly covered his mouth and said, "I know, I know."

New York Harbor, late September 1861.

The Hudson River, carrying the coolness of early autumn, entangled with the sea breeze from the Atlantic Ocean at the Granite Pier.

Gideon Wells, Secretary of the Navy in the Lincoln administration, stood at the end of the breakwater. He could hear the restlessness of the crowd behind him - the apple vendor stopped shouting, the shoe shiner stood on tiptoe, and the ladies in feather hats raised their binoculars for watching the play.

"As God knows," New York Governor Morgan took off his velvet hat, revealing his prematurely bald forehead, "they really did paint Yang Xiuqing as Moses." He pointed to a huge new poster outside the dock warehouse: Abraham Lincoln stood side by side with King Dong of Korea, with a steam ironclad ship splitting the sea behind them, and a bright red slogan at the bottom that read "The light of freedom shines on both oceans."

The Navy Secretary tightened the telescope with his white-gloved hand. Six steam gunboats flying the Stars and Stripes were plowing through the leaden water, but everyone's eyes passed over them and stared at the masts with the rice cross flag floating on the horizon. Rear Admiral Perry suddenly coughed - the old sailor who opened the door to Japan felt his heart twitch at this moment.

Those East Asians have made such rapid progress! How long has it been since the "black ships" drove their country open to the United States? Now they are driving their own ironclad ships to visit New York, USA and express their support!
If they continue to suffer for another 20 or 30 years, it will be the Yellow Peril! A great Yellow Peril!
But the problem is that no one mentions the Chinese Exclusion Act now. The Chinese Exclusion Act applies to people from Korea and Japan!
Logically speaking, New York State could directly expel people based on the Chinese Exclusion Act.

But they came here in an ironclad ship, which was the "real yellow peril" and it was very big!
Thinking of this, Major General Perry could only sigh and mutter in a hoarse voice: "It seems that the Chinese Exclusion Act is simply a joke. People who come here in ironclad ships cannot be driven away by a bill."

At this time, the "Eastern" of the Korean Heavenly Kingdom had already begun to dock, and the cheers from the crowd on the dock almost overturned the breakwater. The reporter of the "Forum" wearing a bowler hat frantically pressed the shutter of the camera. In the smoke of burning magnesium powder, Major General Perry saw a middle-aged man wearing the robes of the Prince of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom standing on the deck with his hands behind his back. It was the Prince of Gan, Hong Rengan.

(End of this chapter)