Chapter 722 The soul of the Qing Dynasty is about to be possessed in the United States!

Inside the living room of Charleston Harbor.

Su Shun Su Laoliu, who had just come from the west coast, was bent his shrimp waist, wearing a foreign tuxedo, but he held a dry tobacco rod in his hand, sucked a Virginia cigarette before speaking: "Master, do you think this American man can really understand the essence of slave control in the Qing Dynasty? Yesterday, I saw that the manor named O'Hara gave everyone a large piece of meat to eat and drink a big bowl of wine? Is it a mess to be a slave? You have to be a slave, so how can you do it the same?"

Xianfeng, who was in a new position, was wearing a dress with a Cuban cigar in his hand, and was sucking happily. When he heard Sushun's words, his eyelids were raised: "Isn't this just a mess that asked us and the Russians to help? President Davis told me in person that our Qing Dynasty's slaves were a big problem."

He raised his legs and exposed his shiny calfskin shoes. "These red-necked masters in the south of America are good at riding horses and playing with guns, but when it comes to regulating slaves." A cloud of smoke came out of his nose. "Even the way to divide and control slaves and let them fight slaves. It's really a waste of time to kill Kunlun slaves!"

Linshu dressed as a cowboy in the west. The guard with a knife turned into a guard with a gun, or a double gun, one left and one right, and then he also came to Xianfeng: "It's still Master Shengming! But can these foreign fans learn our charter?"

"If you can't learn, learn slowly!" Xianfeng took a cigar again, "I know why you asked me to come from Jinshan? I just want you to help me teach the Red Neck Master and the Black Slaves of America to each share their own differences. What is the best thing about the Qing Dynasty? It is to control slaves and be slaves! The white-skinned master wants to learn to be masters, and the black slaves must learn to be slaves. We have to make the unique skill of our Qing Dynasty's slaves "raising the flag" system and the "coating" system of our Qing Dynasty's slaves have been transformed into America!"

He suddenly lowered his voice, and his numb face was full of longing: "If this matter is done, our Qing Dynasty will be possessed by the United States! Although the Qing Dynasty cannot really come back, our Qing Dynasty's advanced system can continue in the United States, which can be regarded as refuting the slander of those traitors for our Qing Dynasty!"

After hearing what Xianfeng said, Sushun, Linshu, Yuan Bao, and Deling all nodded there repeatedly, as if they were clockwork.

This Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is too bullying. I wrote a lot of small essays slandering the Qing Dynasty in primary school textbooks, saying that the Qing Dynasty's slave system was so backward and cruel, and that it was not considered human beings. If America could learn from the Qing Dynasty and do a good job in the coated slave system, then the whole world would know that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was lying.

At that time, the people of the world will know that the Qing Dynasty's slave system is actually not behind at all. Not only is it not behind, but it is also very advanced. Even the United States, the "Choose Country", learned from the Qing Dynasty.

Xianfeng took a cigar and said to his men: "When the Russian distinguished guests arrive later, we have to combine the unique skills of "Eight Banners" and "coating" with the methods of Russian serfdom."

Before he finished speaking, the whistle broke through the hustle and bustle of the port. The French cruise ship Provence spitted black smoke and landed on the deck. A Russian prince wrapped in mink fur was named Vasily Alexandrovich Cherkasky, with a tiger-back and bear-back, and was like a brown bear with an upright head.

Although this hairy bear prince does not look like a good person, he is actually a famous "conscientious prince" in Russia. Although he was born into the prominent Cherkasky family (an ancient Russian aristocratic family) and owned a large area of ​​land and serfs, he was conscientious and found that he felt that it was too bad to exploit serfs in this way. So as early as 1850, he took the lead in trying to liberation of serfs, allowing serfs to obtain land and freedom through redemption, which became a template for national reform.

In 1857, he joined the "Secret Committee on the Serfs" established by Tsar Alexander II, and jointly drafted the "Proverb on the Liberation of Serfs" with Nikola Miliuking and others. He proposed that "land and freedom are inseparable", emphasizing that farmers need to obtain a share of land to make ends meet and avoid serfs starving to death - this is the true Russian conscience!

However, the Russian King of Conscience seemed quite uneasy now. Seeing Charleston's dock getting closer, he suddenly turned back to a bearded Russian priest wearing a black robe and said, "Father Tupolev, do you think His Majesty the Tsar has drunk too much Gvas? We have just started to abolish the serfdom in our country, so I will teach Americans to do this serfdom."

Father Tupolev's silver cross was wandering in the sea breeze. When he heard the prince's words, he immediately continued: "Your Highness, Prince, don't think that we are teaching the United States to engage in serfdom is doing evil." He drew a cross on his chest, "May God forgive these backward American barbarians. In fact, they can't even serfdom! What they do is slavery similar to the ones made by ancient Greece, ancient Rome, and barbaric Turks!"

Russia's "Prince of Conscience" pulled open the silver buckle on the collar and revealed her furry chest: "But I heard that the revolutionaries in northern America have announced the abolition of slavery."

"But that's illegal!" Tupolev shook his head, "and the factory owners in the northern United States only stand on the moral high ground and talk about abolition. But what about after the abolition? Our kind tsar father will not bomb the poor serfs from the nobles' manors and let them die. That is not progress, but killing people! That's why President Davis of the United States asked for help from Russia, who understands serfdom the best in the world, and His Majesty the Tsar sent you, the most conscientious nobles in Russia, to help the black Americans become serfs."

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

On the dock, Xianfeng was already stunned at this time. He saw Tupolev Tulama - the "Great Lama" of the Rakshasah Orthodox Church stationed in Beijing, actually came to America!

Is this a coincidence?

"Tutu Lama?" Xianfeng's Beijing dialect was rumored.

Father Tupolev's golden glasses also fell on the deck. He looked at Emperor Xianfeng who had clearly "ascended to heaven", and his kneecap was weak and he almost knelt on the deck. The "Prince of Conscience" Cherkasky reacted quickly and lifted him up like a chicken.

"Long live?" Father Tupolev's Beijing film is even more authentic than when he was in Xuanwumen Church. He ran down the gangway while shouting, "You are not following King Hong Tian."

Xianfeng had already changed into a mysterious smile and waved his hand and said, "Father Tupolev. If you shouldn't ask, you'd better not ask too much, so as not to blame the above!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the sky!

Tupolev immediately shut up, just stared at Xianfeng with his eyes, then looked at Yuan Bao, Su Shun, and Linshu. They are all old acquaintances!

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

Before Tupolev could reply, the Russian Prince of Conscience had already burst into laughter: "Ha! Ha! Ha! You must be the expert on the Chinese serf issue mentioned in President Davis's telegram." He stretched out his bear-paw-like slap and pinched Xianfeng's little hand, "I am Prince Vasily Alessandrovic Cherkasky, a member of the secret committee on the Russian serf issue."

At this time, Yuan Bao took the opportunity to come to the priest and whispered to him in Chinese: "No, priest, our master was sent by heavenly father and brother Tian. If you don't want to go to hell, don't talk nonsense."

Tu Lama quickly covered his mouth: "I understand, I understand."

New York Harbor, late September 1861.

The Hudson River is wrapped in the coolness of early autumn, and is entangled in the granite marina with the sea breeze on the Atlantic Ocean.

Gideon Wells, the Secretary of the Navy of the Lincoln Administration, stood at the end of the breakwater, and he could hear the restlessness of the crowd behind him - the vendors selling apples stopped shouting, the shoe shining boys tiptoed, and the ladies wearing feathered hats raised the telescopes for watching the show.

"God testified," New York Governor Morgan took off his velvet hat and exposed his prematurely bald forehead. "They really painted Yang Xiuqing as Moses." He pointed to the huge new poster outside the dock warehouse: Abraham Lincoln stood side by side with the East King of North Korea, behind him was a steam iron armored ship that split the sea, and a line of bright red slogans underneath said, "The light of freedom shines on both oceans."

The Navy Minister tightened the monocular with his white gloved hands. Six steam gunboats with star-striped flags were plowing the lead-gray water surface, but everyone's eyes passed over them, staring at the mast hanging from the cross flag of rice ears that appeared on the sea level. Major General Perry suddenly coughed, the old sailor who opened the Japanese gate, felt his heart twitching at this moment.

Those East Asians have made progress too fast! It has only been a long time since they were knocked open to the national gate by a "black ship" to now driving their own ironclad ship to visit New York, the United States and expressing their support!

If they have to make trouble for another twenty or thirty years, this is a yellow peril! The big yellow peril!

But the problem is that no one mentions the "Chinese Exclusion Act" now. People from North Korea and Japan can apply it to the "Chinese Exclusion Act"!

Logically speaking, New York State can directly drive people out according to the Chinese Exclusion Act.

But they came on an ironclad ship, which is a "really yellow peril" and it is still 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 drive ironclad ships cannot be driven away with just a bill."

At this time, the "Oriental" of the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom had already begun to dock, and the cheers of the crowds on the dock were almost overturning the breakwater. A reporter from the Tribune wearing a bowler hat pressed the camera shutter crazily. In the blue smoke of magnesium powder burning, Major General Perry saw a middle-aged man wearing the Prince of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom standing with his hands on the deck, which was the Gan Wang Hong Ren-ye.
Chapter completed!