Chapter 724 The Eight Banners System of America - A black slave who doesn't want to be Mr. Bai is not a good black slave

Mr. O'Hara was stunned by Xianfeng's words, but Prince Vasily asked disdainfully: "Biss Zhao, please explain, if this Eight Banners system is really so effective, how did the Qing Dynasty perish?"

This really hit Xianfeng's lung tube. Xianfeng laughed bitterly: "The Qing Dynasty relied on the Eight Banners system, with hundreds of thousands of households and hundreds of thousands of people, and ruled so many Han people for more than 200 years. Do you think this Eight Banners system is so smart? As for why the Eight Banners system in the end can't be played in the end? It's not that the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty actually only put a small number of people in it. The Han people who account for the vast majority of the population are not among the Eight Banners. They are neither coated slaves nor can they become bannermen. They want to climb up, not to mention those evil ways, there is basically one way to be one, which is to be an official in the exam!"

"Be an official in the exam?" O'Hara was confused, "Be an official in the exam? What kind of backward system is this?"

Father Tupolev spent some years in Beijing and knew the imperial examinations, so he explained: "This Chinese test official is similar to our Russian Orthodox Theological Seminary, which gives ordinary children a way out."

"What way out?" Xianfeng waved his hand vigorously, "I only won more than 200 Jinshi in three years, how many people in the country want to study and improve?" He used his fingers to settle accounts for the foreigners. "In the early years of Xianfeng, the number of Han people exceeded 400 million! I only won more than 200 Jinshi in three years, and the average number of dozens of people a year is only a few."

Prince Vasily thought: "It is true that hope is slim."

"It's not just a slim?" Xianfeng sighed, "The poor scholars who failed the exam have been suffocated again. Most of them are unwilling to work steadily after failing the exam. They complain about the world all day long, and many of them have ulterior motives - isn't Hong Xiuquan just such a child who failed the exam?"

He suddenly lowered his voice: "But if there is a way to carry the flag, it will be different. You can carry the flag one by one! So our Eight Banners of America must pack all the Indians, niggers, and Lao Mo. No matter how cheap the slave is, they must give them a thought of carrying the flag. For example, at the beginning, they are a coated slave of the Zheng Black Flag. If you are a slave, you may be able to raise the Master of the Zheng Black Flag. Then work harder and maybe you will be lifted from the Zheng Black Flag to the Inlaid Black Flag."

"Carry the black flag inlaid?" O'Hara didn't understand, "This black flag inlaid is higher than the black flag?"

"Of course, isn't the black inlaid not as black as black?" Xianfeng smiled, "Isn't the white people supreme in America? The highest is the white flag, then the white flag, and then the yellow flag, which is the three flags above. Then the yellow flag is the upper three flags, and then the yellow flag is the lower five flags. The red and the black flag correspond to the Indians and the blacks. When rising, the black is rising, the black is rising, the red is rising, and the yellow flag is raised."

When Scarlett O'Hara came with her newly picked grapes, she heard her father shouting, "Let the nigger carry the flag? Then my cotton field."

"Father!" asked the southern beauty with green eyes with curiosity, "What does niggers mean to raise the flag?"

Without waiting for O'Hara to explain, Xianfeng said to Scarlett directly: "Scarlett, go and call Zeng Ke!"

The black slave housekeeper of the Ohara family quickly stood in front of Xianfeng and Master Ohara. Xianfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the young black man who was tall and strong, always looking at Scarlett with a lustful look: "Zeng Ke, I heard that you have twenty black slaves for Master O?"

"Reply to the master, thirty-seven." Zeng Ke replied.

Prince Vasily asked, “Then do you know how to read?”

"Know some," Zengke replied, "Miss taught me to read and write."

Xianfeng smiled and leaned close to Zeng Ke: "Zeng Ke, I ask you, do you want to be a white master?"

The black housekeeper's Adam's apple rolled violently, and the moonlight condensed into beads of sweat on his shiny forehead.

"Be a white master?" Zeng Ke suddenly looked up, looking puzzled, "But I am a black man! Can people's skin color change?"

When talking about "changing skin color", Zeng Ke's voice trembled a little.

This is clearly there!

"That's right!" Xianfeng patted Zeng Ke on the shoulder, "If you don't want to be a black slave of a white master, you are not a good black slave!"

"Bissary," Zeng Ke knelt down to Xianfeng in a flash, "Miss Scarlett said you know magic. Can you turn me into a white man?"

"You nigger is dreaming in the daytime again." Mr. O'Hara was about to get the whip, but was pressed by the "Russian King of Conscience" Vasily's iron-plied hand.

Xianfeng smiled so hard that his face was full of pockmarks: "Your skin cannot turn white, but your identity can be promoted from a black slave to a white master step by step! As long as the United States implements the Eight Banners system, and as long as you are promoted to a white master-" He deliberately dragged his tone, "You can marry a white wife as beautiful as Miss Scarlett!"

"Zhao Si!" O'Hara roared, "What are you talking about?"

Father Tupolev made a cross on his chest: "The Book of Leviticus says that you should not sleep with livestock."

The Russian King of Conscience shook his head repeatedly - even the Russian conscience was a little difficult to accept.

Xianfeng ignored these racists and just stared at them and asked, "Zeng Ke, do you want to tell the truth?"

"Think!" Zeng Ke replied gritted his teeth, but the corner of his eyes focused on Scarlett, who was a little silly and sweet.

Xianfeng continued to ask: "What about the other black slaves in the Ohara family? Do they want to be white masters?"

"I think! Of course I think!" Zeng Ke's eyes were hot, "But."

But there is no way!

Xianfeng patted Zeng Ke on the shoulder: "That's right. Since ancient times, there has been no slave who doesn't want to be a master! The superiority of the Eight Banners system lies in opening up a front-line way for slaves to be masters. Moreover, there are many levels to be promoted from slaves to masters, which is difficult to be a master, but there are many opportunities to be a master or a master!"

"Biden Zhao, are you saying true?" Zeng Ke was already impatient, "How can I become a white master?"

Xianfeng raised his thumbs up and said with a smile: "Good boy! I'll plan for you first if you have ambition. If the Eight Banners System of the United States begins tomorrow, you can make meritorious service and upgrade. For example, you can raise the flag and drums of the American Black Flag, carry a musket and fight to the battle - kill three poor northerners and reward the Black Flag! Do you do it?"

"Bishop Cho!" Master O'Hara's cigar fell into the whiskey cup. "You asked the nigger to take a gun? What should they do if they turn around and rebel?"

"No!" Xianfeng waved his hand, "The north can only give black slaves freedom, but it cannot give them a future. It is even more impossible to promote them to become white people!"

Zeng Ke nodded: "Yes, yes, I want to be a white man, I want to be a master!"

"Ambition, good-looking!" Xianfeng slapped his thighs and turned his head to O'Hara and said, "For the black coat of America, freedom is precious, but what they want most is to be white!" He settled the score for everyone with his fingers, "The black coat of the Zhenghe Banner kills three northern men and free men, and kills three more, raises the black flag and kills twelve." The pocky face approached Zeng Ke, "You can wear a white coat of flag uniform and visit Charleston Department Store with Spanish girls!"

Scarlett suddenly sneered and said with a laugh: "If Zeng Ke really becomes the Master of the Inlaid White Flag, is he afraid he will marry a Mexican bitch to anger me?"

The black housekeeper's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes focused on Scarlett and killed twelve of them. If he killed three more, he would be Zhengbaiqi!

"Miss Scarlett was joking." Zeng Ke suddenly replied in an extremely solemn tone, "If I could really raise the flag, I just hope to marry a lady who knows the words." He lowered his eyes and stared at Scarlett's white skirt, "It's best. Green eyes."

It suddenly became quiet around, and then Master O'Hara's Colt wheel had already hit Zeng Ke's temple: "It's a bitch."

Xianfeng hurriedly moved Master O'Hara's revolver with his hands: "Gerald, think about it carefully. If the poor northern ghosts who were deceived by Lincoln to the battlefield discovered that the black slaves they wanted to liberate were shooting at them with muskets. Think about it, who else would fight for the factory owners behind Lincoln? Once the Eight Banners of the American Empire was released, is the south closer to victory? As for killing twelve soldiers of the northern poor. Hehe, where is it that easy? If ten thousand black slaves meet the standard, at least 120,000 people would have to die in the north! Before they died enough, the war would have ended with a great victory in the south!"

Ah. So that's it!

O'Hara, Vasily, and Tupolev all realized it suddenly, and a thought came to his mind: Damn, you, a Chinese, are so bad, how can you deceive black slaves like this? Will your conscience hurt?

Zeng Ke had an extremely disappointed expression, while Xianfeng patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "Zeng Ke, don't worry about a good scam. You must always make some money. You are the one who gets the capital! Only when you and some other 'black warriors' successfully lifted the flag, other black people will continue to fight for the Eight Banners System of America!"

Now even Scarlett looked at Xianfeng with a different look. This man is really, really, really bad!

But Vasily, the king of conscience of Russia, suddenly sighed: "Bishop Zhao, it would be great if I had known you earlier, so I would suggest that His Majesty the Tsar be in Russia with the Eight Banners system! This is obviously much better than directly abolishing the serfdom system!"

Tupolev, who was standing beside him, shook his head gently: It would be useless to know him long ago. How could Emperor Xianfeng be so bad back then? He was so bad that the Qing Dynasty would not perish. It seems that he was learning badly in heaven, and he doesn’t know who he learned from? It must not be God and Jesus, but those Catholic saints, and anyone who dares to be granted the title!

O'Hara seemed to have recovered from his calmness at this time, and he said to Xianfeng: "Biden Zhao, your method sounds good, but it may not be so easy to get Congress to agree!"

Xianfeng lit another cigar and took a sip and said, "They will agree. If they don't agree, they will die!"
Chapter completed!