Chapter 731 Xianfeng: Not good, someone wants to harm me!

The biggest "thunder" facing the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom today is that there are too many people!

When Luo Yaoguo thought of "there are many people", he reached out to pull out the newly submitted "Popular Book of the Eleventh Year of the Tianli Population" by the Ministry of Revenue.

The cover of cowhide also has a few big words "Four and Eighty million Dingkou" written in red pen, as if reporting good news to Premier Luo.

But in Luo Yaoguo's view, this number is a bit heavy. Since the southeast was pacified, it has been pacifying the southeast. In the eight or nine years, the people under the rule of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom have risen by tens of millions. In the rich fish and rice town of Jiangnan, there are scenes of big dolls of five or six years old leading three or four-year-olds around everywhere. Primary schools in various places are even full of children. Except for a very small number of "key primary schools", there are hundreds of people in one class in ordinary schools!

"Prince, the tea is cold." Su Sanniang's voice suddenly rang in Luo Yaoguo's ears. He looked back and saw that Maria had gone. His eldest wife, Su Sanniang, held a teapot and smiled and put it on the desk. The Sanniang is wearing a lotus-colored silk shirt and a magnolia flower on her temples, which is a bit gentler than when she was in charge of the women's camp.

Luo Yaoguo waved his hand, his eyes still stuck to the yellow book. He calculated the account: According to the report from the Ministry of Revenue, more than 40% of the people under his rule are now children with draped buns, and more than 50% of them are young people. Such a young population is just like the weeds that grow wildly in spring, and they must be fertile and fertile fields to be raised. But now, let alone fertilizer machinery, the rice seeds from the mature fields in the south of the Yangtze River or the old seeds passed down from the previous dynasty, with a yield of only a few hundred kilograms per mu. Not to mention the dry land in the north, there are not many common years, and when drought and flood, there will be no harvest.

"Yesterday, Cheng Peifu handed a memorial to say that Jiangnan still needs to expand the mulberry garden." He suddenly spoke, "It's Shanghai,

Suzhou's nest silk factory has huge demand, and high-quality raw silk is in short supply."

Su Sanniang took over the conversation: "I heard from the old sisters who were placed in Suhu's female camp that there are many silkworm farmers in Huzhou Prefecture. However, silkworms want to eat mulberry leaves, and the mulberry forests occupy paddy fields......" He stopped talking here,

She noticed that her husband's brows were twisted into a Sichuanzi again, and there were some wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and forehead. He was five or six years younger than him, but now he was only in his thirties, but he looked older than him, as if he was in his early forties.

It seems that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's home...:::. It's not easy to be a good person!

Luo Yaoguo suddenly stood up, went to the world map hanging on the western wall, and stroked his fingers through Luzon and Java, and finally stopped on the coast of Peru and Chile, saying to himself: "In 1863, the bird droppings war...\n.

As she was talking, the sound of children playing suddenly came from outside. Maria came in holding the sour plum soup, and her six-month-old body was already showing her arms. Zhou Xiuying was followed by the sky-green school uniform, and she held Luo Yaoguo's eldest son Luo Xinhua in her left hand, and held the little girl Xiao Xinyue in her right hand. Wanzhen walked at the end, hugging the little boy who was only one or two years old in her arms, just like the Empress who gave birth to a child in the New Year painting. There were also three children who had not yet entered elementary school, two women and one man, and walked in with her hands.

"I met my father in Xinhua." Luo Yaoguo's eldest son is eight years old this year and is studying at the No. 1 Primary School in Tianjing Prefecture. Zhou Xiuying is his class teacher. Now he respectfully bows forward.

"Dad, Dad..." Luo Yaoguo's second son Luo Xinya shook off his two sisters' hands and took out a wooden carved boat to climb onto the desk. "This is a newly built ironclad ship by the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau. I want to drive the ironclad ship when I grow up!"

This child is a mixed race, and his mother is Maria.

Luo Yaoguo hurriedly reached out and took Xiao Xinyue from Zhou Xiuying's arms. Maria wanted to pull Luo Xinya, whom she had born, from the desk, but was stopped by Luo Yaoguo: "Let him go. He said he would drive an ironclad ship when he grew up. It seems that when he finished elementary school, he should go to the Navy Middle School in Shanghai to live.:::

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As he said that, he raised the girl above his head, and the little girl giggled and grabbed a bun on his father's head.

Zhou Xiuying smiled and said, "It's not easy to take the exam in Navy Middle School. Erlang has to work hard after entering elementary school!"

"Luo Xiaoer" standing on the desk focused on the key points: "Er Mother, I will definitely study hard in the future and will be able to take the Shanghai Military Middle School in one go!"

Luo Yaoguo looked at his "ambitious" son and nodded with satisfaction. Of course, his son was sure to be from Shanghai Military Middle School and Naval Academy...:::. According to Luo Yaoguo and Feng Yunshan, Xiao Chaogui, and Wei Changhui,

According to Shi Dakai and others, the Army Middle School of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Naval Middle School were opened for the "Second Generation of Heaven". The purpose was to use strict military education to shape these "Second Generations" into the successors of the Taiping Army. Of course, after graduating from the Army and Naval Middle School, you still have to take the Army Academy and Naval Academy, and the Army and Naval Academy will also leave some places for the children of civilians, but the "Second Generation of Heaven" will be the mainstream in the Army and Naval Academy.

As for non-military universities such as Tianjin University Hall, Shanghai University Hall, Beiyang University Hall, and Guangdong University Hall, you have to take the college entrance examination! Even if you are the "second generation of heaven", you have to cross the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops. There is no way to go in. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is still poor, with limited educational resources, and several science and engineering universities can be established.

It is already a "cheating", and we must leave a door for geniuses and let others enter with our ability! The children of heroes in the Kingdom of Heaven.::::. It is better to go to the military academy to make contributions to the country in the future!

In the future... there is a world war waiting for them!

The morning mist in Richmond was not yet dissipated, and the bulletin board in front of the city hall was already crowded. Dozens of undried ink leaflets of the American Field Acre System were pasted next to the notice of "Recruiting Volunteers". The bold English reads: "Anyone who participates in the war can accumulate 100 points for each Northern Army; each point can be accumulated, one acre of fertile land after the war!"

"Oh God!" Jack, a poor white blacksmith in a torn felt hat, squeezed into the front row, and his fingers dyed black from coal ash trembled across the flyer. "This is much more than the previous one!" He tore off a flyer and stuffed it into his arms, and turned around and rushed to the recruitment office without saying a word.

The crowd behind him was in an uproar, and several Irish immigrants rushed over and tore off a few pieces and shouted, "Join the army and fight, make meritorious contributions and divide the land, and all descendants are masters!"

At the same time, on the oak table in the Charleston Pier Tavern, three leaflets of "American Field Acre System" were soaked in rum. Thomson, a black artillery soldier, poked the leaflet with the tip of a bayonet, and the points marks on the bronze waist plate were jingling: "I have praised 200 points, and I will not be a white man anymore. I will just be a black flag and exchange it for a hundred acres of fertile land.....will plant cotton or tobacco?"

"Idiot!" White corporal McMurlen sipped whiskey, mixed with a Scottish accent, "The back of the flyer says one by one and one can be exchanged for Richmond's property! As long as you have 100 points, just give a three-story building in Charleston, covering a quarter of the acre!" He took out his pistol and slapped it on the table, "I will apply to be transferred to the front line tomorrow!"

The tavern owner also secretly rolled a flyer into his pocket. Just kill a Yankee... and he can change to a comfortable house in Charleston!

At the black division station outside Washington, Mr. O'Hara's carriage crashed into the rain and rushed into the camp gate. He broke into the command center with soaked flyers. The tone of the Irish accent was twisted with anger: "Zhao Si! Your Eight Banners Fari didn't say you wanted to divide the plantation!"

Xianfeng grabbed the flyer and glanced at it. His face turned gray and the end of the flyer was covered with a fake "Eight Banners Committee of America". He suddenly overturned the sand table, and the Beijing film sounded like a thunderbolt: "Who is this damn plan of disagreement! Someone wants to harm me...:

O'Hara couldn't understand Xianfeng's Chinese, but she could still tell from his numb face: "Zhao Si, what are you talking about? Didn't this "America System" be proposed by you?"

Xianfeng glared at O'Hara: "What's the use of my proposal? I'm not the president of the United States...::.\n. If I propose this, can Congress agree? Can the president sign it? This matter must be a Yankees' conspiracy, and it is probably a detriment made by Hong Ren!"

Yes! O'Hara also reacted, this is wrong!

There was a sudden commotion outside the tent. Zeng Ke rushed in with a white instructor, and the latter's arms fell out of the leaflet of the "American Field System": "Teacher, this guy is circulating this in the military camp, I don't know what it meant?"

The white militia immediately shouted anxiously: "Zeng Ke, what do you mean? Isn't this a decree from the White House and Congress? You black people can hold the flag for meritorious service, what can we white people get for meritorious service? Isn't it okay to share some land?

Yes, it should be very much!

Xianfeng's face was blue! His "Eight Banners System of America" ​​ultimately comes from military merit titles, and military merit titles are to truly divide the land and land for people!

So this "American Field Acre System" is very consistent with the logic of the "American Eight Banners System". Those southern masters would definitely think it was created by him, Nicholas and Zhao Si...::. This is going to kill him!

"Seal all leaflets immediately!" Xianfeng pulled out his sword and slashed the corner of the table. "Zeng Ke, go and tell those poor people that points can only be used to carry the flag. Dividing the fields is purely a rumor of the rulings!"

"It's late...::.:" O'Hara sat down dejectedly and took out a wrinkled letter from her arms. "My daughter Scarlett said that Charleston had spread all over, and there were long queues in front of all the recruitment offices. The poor white people in South Carolina wanted to join the army...\n.\n.\n.\n.\n" He suddenly widened his eyes, "Wait, you just said...\n.Hong Ren? Who is he?"

"The King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the North Korean Heavenly Kingdom?" Xianfeng grabbed the false scriptures and sneered: "Who will do it except him."
Chapter completed!