Chapter 608 Moore, let’s happily harvest the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom! (Please vote, please book)

The wheels of the carriage ran over the thick wooden boards on the newly built Waibaidu Bridge, which made the "Daily Shipping News" in Wenxian's hands rustle. This is an English newspaper sponsored by an English merchant that was published last year. It is a daily newspaper issued by the Beihua Jiebao Pavilion, which opened in 1850. It is also one of the few foreign capital-controlled newspapers approved for issuance in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

Luo Yaoguo was very strict with foreign newspapers, and the reason why he did not ban them all was mainly because the industry and commerce of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, especially the merchants who do import and export trade, needed some channels to understand the international market. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's own newspapers cannot bear such responsibilities at present, so they can only consent foreigners to run newspapers.

In addition to the bad news that the bankruptcy of Ohio Life Insurance and Trust Company in the United States caused financial panic, the most important thing that attracted Wen Xian's attention was that the French "psychologist" Pasteur discovered "silkworm bacteria" in the laboratory of the Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Bureau of Shanghai and proposed an effective "silkworm bacteria" detection method - killing the female moth after laying eggs and grinding the dead moth into paste juice, and observing under a microscope to find the diseased silkworm eggs. Although this detection method may cause disgust among silkworm farmers who believe in Buddhism and are unwilling to kill animals.

However, the Ministry of Revenue of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Southern Zhili Farmers Association jointly announced the establishment of the Suhu Silkworm Bacteria Control Institute.

What makes the foreign journalists of "Daily Shipping News" a little unrestrained is that the acting patriarch Wei Changhui, the 60th generation Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Jue, and the president of the Nanzhili Buddhist Federation, also jointly declared that the silkworm disease bacteria are demons, and that they must be completely eliminated according to the highest instructions of God, Jade Emperor, and Buddha! Anyone who protects silkworm disease demons will have to go down to the eighteen layers of Avici Hell after death. Alas, the three religions in this hell are united.

After reading the newspaper, Wen Xian lifted the brocade curtains and looked at the scenery on the north bank of the Suzhou River outside the car window: "Now it is a silk reel factory here. When I was an ambassador in Shanghai, there were rice fields, and now they have become silk reel factories. The raw silk exports in Shanghai must have grown a lot!"

Friedrich was recording the number of silk reel factories in Shanghai in his notebook. When he heard Wen Xian's words, he wrote in his notebook: "The increase in silk reel factories means that a large number of farmers in Jiangnan abandoned rice and planted mulberry trees. Although the income per mu can increase greatly, the grain self-sufficiency rate."

"This is a chronic disease of capitalism!" Moore hit the window frame with his pipe a few times and commented, "When the silk reel factory makes good profits, capitalists will rush forward, and overproduction will lead to a plummeting price of raw silk. These factory owners will abandon workers like they abandon their broken socks. Farmers who abandon rice and mulberry seeds will face the crisis of bankruptcy, and their mulberry gardens will not be able to turn back into rice fields immediately. Then unemployed workers and bankrupt farmers will have to face high food prices!"

"That's right!" Wen Xian seemed to have heard some good news, "This is the fatal point of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

Moore shook his head slightly, feeling that this crisis was not enough to defeat the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

The carriage suddenly braked suddenly, and the coachman cursed and avoided the mule cart full of steel ingots. Wen Xian took the opportunity to point out the car: "But their industrial machines can no longer stop - these iron ingots transported from Xuzhou should have been sent to Jiangnan-Stephenson Steam Engine Manufacturing Company, which is a joint venture factory between Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau and Stephenson Company. The goal of the first phase of the project is to produce 250 steam engines per year."

When the carriage was parked outside the newly completed British consulate on the north bank of the Suzhou River, Bai Siwen interrupted sinisterly: "You British Empire wanted to amplify the Qing Dynasty at that time, but now even a steam engine in the Qing Dynasty cannot be built!"

When the cast iron gate of the British Consulate slowly opened, six unicycle convoys loaded with raw silk were passing by the door. Wen Xian, who had just gotten out of the carriage, looked at the six carriages of raw silk, tilted his head to Moore behind him and said, "Moore, how long will it take for China's raw silk production to experience a serious surplus?"

"Jazz, are you asking about raw silk?" British Consul Charles Winchester warmly welcomed him. "Last year, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom exported more than 4,000 tons of raw silk. It is the absolute overlord of the international raw silk market. It is expected to exceed 5,000 tons this year!"

Wen Xian's civilized rod hit the granite steps heavily: "How could there be such a large market? Will it increase?"

"Yes!" Moore replied, "It will increase, and there should be a lot of room for growth!"

"Is that so? How can I tell?" The British consul looked at Mr. Moore and asked humbly - "Moore" is the name of a Jew! That is the smartest businessman!

"That's obvious," Moore explained, while moving his suitcase from the carriage to Indian servants who came out of the consulate, "Now every year, 110,000 people go to the United States, and more people go to Southeast Asia to earn a hundred times more wealth in foreign countries than in China. They are all consumers of Chinese silk, Chinese porcelain, Chinese tea, and various other Chinese-made goods. So you can't just consider the consumption of white people, but also the consumption of Chinese immigrants."

"It makes sense, and the analysis makes sense!" A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a well-designed tuxedo walked out of the consulate, and Moore found his tuxedo embroidered with the Rothschilds badge.

"Nataniel Rothschild," the middle-aged man introduced himself, "from Britain."

Moore pointed to himself: "Moore, editor of the Mercury."

Nathaniel Rothschild was stunned: "Mercury? That's it."

"Worker's newspaper!" Moore smiled, "but I am a friend of Prince Albert."

"Oh" Nathaniel Rothschild looked stunned.
Chapter completed!