Chapter 771 Take over the luck of industrialization! (Please vote)

When the carriage ran over the asphalt road on the Suzhou River, Feng Xiuying suddenly lifted the curtains. The September sunlight cut in obliquely, illuminating the red gold pocket watch chain on her chest, which shone brightly. This was one of a pair of Shanghai gold watches presented by Luo Yaoguo when she and Hu Wansheng were married, and the watch was covered with a statue of the Heavenly King.

"Look at those chimneys." She pointed it at Hu Wansheng.

On the skyline of Pudong on the other side, seven large and small red brick chimneys were spraying black smoke unscrupulously into the blue sky. The highest chimney stands on the top of the chimney, which is rusted red in the morning light. Sitting opposite Hu Wansheng, Ma Bao, who was opposite Feng Xiuying and his wife, turned his head and looked at it: "The one with a five-pointed star on the top is the chimney in the casting workshop of the Pudong Factory of the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau, is used to produce large castings and forge the 120mm caliber rifled gun body."

"The other chimneys are used in silk reel factories and spinning mills and boilers." Feng Yunshan was spreading his knees with the "Shen Bao", and the front page printed the news that China Merchants Group had newly purchased 8,000 tons of wheels to launch water. "However, these big factories have problems with opening too many of them. Last year, there were weavers in various provinces and machine owners causing trouble and smashed a lot of shops selling machine cloth."

Ma Baocai took Feng Yunshan's words and said, "There are still many prefectures setting up checkpoints privately to prevent machine layouts from being sent in from other places! The King of Wu also sent many local officials for this."

Feng Yunshan sighed softly: "They are also for the people below to make a living!"

The few people in the carriage were silent.

Machine weaving in the second half of the 19th century can already crush the local cloth! The machine weaving in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which has been industrialized for nearly 10 years, has also had an increasingly greater impact on the domestic local cloth market. For Southern Zhili (Jiangsu), Zhejiang, Fujian, Guangdong and Northern Zhili, which are at the forefront of industrialization, this is certainly a good thing, but for many inland areas, the impact is a bit big!

For the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which already has a population of nearly 500 million, the unemployment of traditional handicraft workers caused by the impact of industrialization on traditional handicrafts is directly related to social stability.

The carriage was passing through Waibaidu Bridge. In the turbid waves of the Huangpu River east of the bridge, three-masted sailboats and paddle steamers were walking in an interlaced manner. On the dock on the other side of the Suzhou River, groups of shirtless dock workers were unloading goods from the barges. The bronze spine was bent from Shandong by large bags of cotton transported from northern Jiangsu, and the blue cloth towel on the shoulders had been soaked in dark colors by sweat. Suddenly, the whistle sounded, and another iron-shelled steamer was spraying white steam, dragging a long list of barges filled with steel slowly into the Huangpu River. These steels were either transported by the "old brand" Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant, or the products of Hubei Daye Iron and Steel Plant, which had just completed the modernization last year.

At present, there are three modern steel plants in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, namely the Xuzhou Steel Plant in Southern Zhili (Jiangsu), the Tangshan Steel Plant in Northern Zhili and the Daye Steel Plant in Hubei.

Among them, the second phase of Xuzhou Iron and Steel Plant has reached full production, and the third phase is about to be put into production. The Tangshan Iron and Steel Plant and the Daye Steel Plant are still in the state of not reaching production. By the third phase of Xuzhou and Tangshan, the first phase of Daye has reached production, and the pig iron production of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom can reach 2 million tons, and the steel production will also be launched to more than 500,000 tons. As for one million tons of steel, it is the case in the 1870s.

A glimpse of the whole leopard shows that the industrialization process of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is much smoother than the original history. It’s just that a big country with hundreds of millions of people needs to undergo a lot of pain to transform.

The carriage has turned into the "financial street" of coats. On one side is the Huangpu River, and on the other side is the "Ten Miles of Foreign Field" with tall buildings. Chinese businessmen in long gowns and compradors in various Western clothing are shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk. Various Western-wheeled carriages are coming and going on the open road, and the copper whistles of traffic police are heard one after another.

A roar of steam pile driver suddenly came, and Hu Wansheng saw a huge construction site at the intersection of a big road. The bamboo scaffolding was tied like a hornet's nest, and the workers wearing rattan hats climbed up and down like ants. A steam pile driver that Hu Wansheng had only heard of but had never seen before stood there, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,

The convoy continued to move forward and finally stopped next to the Bund passenger terminal opposite the Customs Building. Hu Wansheng saw the bronze bell of the Bund Customs Building pointing at nine o'clock, which was still one hour away from the departure time of the "Western" cruise ship of the China Merchants Bank, which he was about to take.

Feng Yunshan, Hu Wansheng, Ma Baocai, and Feng Xiuying got out of the car together. Under the protection of more than a dozen guards of the Southern Prince's Mansion, they wanted to walk to the VIP Building. At this time, they saw more than 20 immigration ships moored on the nearby river surface, and the black, red and yellow flags on the masts were clattering. Outside the boarding dock used by ordinary people, there was a crowd of people. The peasant women in cloth shirts held milking dolls, and the shoulder poles carried by men on their shoulders were shaking the bed rolls and iron pots.

"Give it! Give it!" Several patrolmen in black waved their batons and led the way. The crowd parted like a tide, revealing a Chinese in a tuxedo. The three-color ribbon on their chests were dazzling.

"Dear elders!" The man raised the iron horn in the wooden box, "I, Zhang Agui, are also a cousin of Guangxi! I sold my ancestral fields in Xunzhou Prefecture to San Francisco ten years ago, and now I am an immigration committee member for the California government." He stomped his feet and put on his shiny leather shoes, "See? British goods!"

The crowd made a buzzing comment. A lame old man spat: "The official and the master are lying to others!"

"You lie? Are you worthy?" Zhang Agui grabbed a handful of gold coins from his bag, and the sun was dazzling. "In the California Gold Rush Field, you can pick up this thing by bent down! Drag the family to the West Coast, and each household immediately divided 100 acres of dry land! He wanted to go to Rocky Mountain to clear the land, 600 acres!"

Ma Bao suddenly said, "This is the luck of our Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Otherwise, the world would not be as chaotic as it would be?"

Feng Yunshan sighed lightly: "It's not enough, there are already 500 million people now. In another thirty or forty years, one billion people will not be able to stop it! Baocai, you and Wansheng are responsible for this trip!"

The whistle suddenly sounded. The "Immigration Transport" ship of Pacific Ship Company began to place the gangway - this is a steam sailboat with a light load displacement of more than 5,000 tons. It was designed and manufactured by engineers from the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau with the help of British and French engineers after mastering the "Tianjing"-level construction technology. 2,000 people were transported out in one trip!

Under subsidies from the three states in the West Coast of the United States, Pacific Shipping Company has ordered 100 "Kingsoft" grades from the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau. After all of them are put into use, it will be able to attract at least 500,000 people to the West Coast of the United States a year.

"Gold and silver mountains on the west coast, with large tile houses divided into fields and land!"

Amid Zhang Agui's roar, the crowd rushed towards the new world like a tide.

On the wastelands of Colorado, the autumn wind was rolling up sand and gravel and whipping the curtains of the caravan. Xianfeng was still shivering in a bearskin mattress, and his forehead was so hot that he could make pancakes. He got sick shortly after the Battle of Vicksburg, and had a cold and fever. He never recovered. He had no medicine to take, so he could only simmer.

After putting a wet towel on his forehead to cool him down, Bell lifted the curtain and looked east. He saw the winding team like a dying black snake - 150,000 "black coats" carrying iron pots and leading a skinny donkey, stepping on the withered and yellow bison grass and heading west.

The ones who "protected" them were about 30,000 black flag masters wearing gray military uniforms, carrying rifles, and wearing "black, yellow and red" tricolor flags! There were also thousands of "Americans" dressed like Americans, driving countless cattle, sheep and horses to travel west together.

At this time, Bell heard several black flag masters cheering the black serfs below at the top of their voices.

"The Governor said that you are liberated now, you are not black slaves, but black serfs!"

"When you arrive in Colorado, you don't have to pick cotton for the white masters. You just need to help us grow wheat, raise pigs, and grazle. How great is it!"

"The serfs can go up even further. As long as you save enough points, you can raise the flag."

Bell Waterlin said: "Black serfs are indeed stronger than black serfs, but this progress seems to be a little smaller."

The sound of horse hooves came at this moment. Bell looked around and saw Chen Yucheng, who was leading the team behind the palace, coming with the Bishop Lingli in a red robe. When they got closer, Bell realized that Lingli looked dusty and was carrying a leather bag on his back.

"Master, General Chen and Bishop Lingli are here." Bell whispered to Xianfeng, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Lingli. Why did he come?"

"Governor," Chen Yucheng had turned over and dismounted, "The urgent telegram from His Highness the King of Wu came from Washington."

This telegram was not easy to come. It was first sent to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Embassy in Washington in secret, and then sent it to New Orleans to Lingli. Then Lingli personally chased the Xianfeng team to the west, and chased it until Colorado before it caught up.

When this telegram "It's hard to send" was unfolded under the oil lamp, a long horn came from outside the caravan. The "black, red and yellow" tricolor flag was hanging low in the twilight, and 150,000 people were camping. Smartly said in stiff official words: "The King of Wu asked Colorado, Idaho, and New Mexico to actually control it? How powerful does the Southern Army still have? If you want to turn against the north before next year's election."

"Turn against the North?" Xianfeng was stunned, interrupted Lingli's words, then reached out to take the telegram, looked carefully, and after reading it, he was silent for a long time before shook his head and said, "It's still a bit difficult to turn against the North next year! The combat power of the south is still there, and the vitality of the north and the north have not been greatly damaged. If you turn against the side too early, you will have less stable days in the future. If you can support it again, let the north and south of the United States spend another time. When you turn against the side again in 1868, the luck of America will be exhausted."
Chapter completed!