"The show is finally on!"

On the roof of Jinyiwei Guangzhou Station, Luo Xin held a telescope with interest and looked at the street in the distance and said.

The strike has finally begun.

And the momentum of development is rapid, the first batch of workers organized by those Jinyiwei is less than two thousand, after all, they are not a really powerful underground organization, and Jinyiwei has not yet evolved to this ability. That is, because they usually help the poor and help the needy, they have won over some of the workers, and these workers have some relatives and friends in the same village, and they have taken advantage of this incident to agitate, and they have joined along, but it is certainly impossible to say that a real general strike can be organized among the workers.

But they just lit the fuse.

Just as they shouted slogans and walked to the government office with banners in their hands, more and more workers who were already on the verge of an outbreak immediately joined in on the road. Especially for those coolies who are transported from the dock to the factory, because of the lack of a sufficient number of horses, the freight in Guangzhou is currently more using man-powered carts.

In fact, manpower is cheaper than raising horses.

The rotten lives of these coolies are not as valuable as horses in the eyes of those capitalists.

They are also at the bottom.

After all, there is still a need for skills like silk reeling, and there is no need for skills to pull carts, and those peasants who have been driven out of the land basically start from this line, especially with a large number of child laborers, and at the age of twelve or thirteen, they have to follow adults to pull heavy charcoal carts to and from the factories and docks, which is the same as in England at this time.

Among them, Gaozhou and Luoding are naturally indispensable.

And the workers who were arrested were also in these two provinces.

When the procession, which initially thought they were crying out for grievances, went to the government, these fellow villagers, who might even know each other, quickly joined in.

Their participation has skyrocketed in numbers.

The convergence of tens of thousands of workers and coolies also made the slogan begin to change, after all, the vast majority of people are not concerned about those few workers, they do not know the latter, they just need to vent the suffering accumulated in their hearts for all these years. They have been holding back their anger for all these years, and they need a complete vent, and they have no other outlet for it, and it just so happens that these marchers give them the opportunity to shout out.

They really can't take it anymore.

Despite the fact that they live in a city that is supposed to represent the tide of historical development, in the progressive air of the transition to capitalism in the feudal era, which is praised by modern people, this is a real hell for them. Liberal capitalism does represent progress, and Europeans have relied on liberal capitalism to create modern prosperity and power, but what modern Europeans are stepping on is a piece of white bones and blood as thick as a thousand meters. It's just that modern people see flowers, but they can't see the rotten mud under the flowers, and it is countless poor people with an average life expectancy of 15 years and a mortality rate of 57 percent before the age of five, who have piled up modern Europe with their bones from generation to generation.

And in the bloodiest accumulation period of liberal capitalism, what those European upstarts did, the same as the sages of Guangzhou in this era, and what the capitalists of the Republic of China could do three hundred years later, their ancestors will not lag behind.

Seventeen or eighteen hours of work a day, wages as low as not enough to buy sweet potatoes, overseers with whips and even guns, beatings and even hanging under the scorching sun for punishment......

The hearts of capitalists are all the same.

There is no difference in time, and there will be no difference in nationality.

Especially when they have no state control, or they are state controllers, their ferocity is driven by profit, and grows like weeds in spring in this land that belongs to them completely. The village sages of Guangzhou took advantage of this special era and a monarch who had no real power to make themselves leapfrog into the era of liberal capitalism at once. They have indeed created a city of wealth in less than ten years, and the silver flowing into the city every year is not less than ten million, and Yang Qingkai is only slightly stronger than here.

But this brilliance is also stepping on bones.

For the workers of the city, they were not as good as tenants.

If it is said that being a tenant is hungry and cold.

Then when the industrial slaves of the primitive accumulation of capital under the system of liberal capitalism are completely in a dark hell.

It's better to be a tenant!

The tenants can still gnaw on the bark of grass roots and trees when they are hungry, and there is not even Guanyin soil in this Guangzhou city, and the rice residues fished out of the gutters of those rich families, washed, dried and steamed again, can become the food of the poor people in the slums who have been kicked out of the factory by injuries and diseases. Li Zicheng said that during the famine in northern Shaanxi, those hungry people even ate all the flies, and if there was no famine, there were people to eat, and the hungry people starved to death because the land could not produce food, and there was grain here but there were still people starving to death every day.

It's an abyss.

They are the inhabitants of the abyss.

All they can do every day is to look up to the sky and pray for salvation, and if there is no comparison, these poor people may be able to endure longer.

After all, the Europeans endured for hundreds of years.

But Yang Qing placed a circle of flowers around this abyss, and also put lights on it, so that these abyss residents could see it when they opened their eyes, so they could still endure it until now, it can really be said that it is too kind. Originally, the biggest dream of both workers and peasants was that one day the imperial court would take back Guangdong, which was also the last hope to support them in struggling to survive in this abyss. Then the village sages were tempted to lose their brains, or to say that they ignored them too much, and not only hyped up the two mansions in the newspapers, but also commented on the problems that the imperial court had already taken action against Guangdong in order to frighten the landlords and capitalists......

They don't want to think about it, this is what more than 90% of the people in this city are looking forward to!

How many people will cheer in their hearts!

Then they themselves vetoed it and poured a basin of ice water over the heads of the workers who had just cheered for it......

I can't bear it anymore!

The folk instantly became a powder keg.

Since last night, I don't know how many people have tossed and turned in anger, and this march directly lit the fuse.

Soon workers from nearby factories, despite the overseers, rushed out to join the procession, and then they simply shouted the slogan of petitioning the imperial court to take back the Gui domain. At this time, it was even beyond the control of the organizers, although those hidden brocade guards still tried to go to the mansion first according to the plan, but it was obvious that these guys could not control the fire after igniting it. Soon, the crowd that was originally Xiang Fu began to turn directly to the Jinyiwei Guangzhou Station, where all the institutions of the imperial court in Guangzhou were concentrated, just like Dongjiaomin Lane in Beijing during the Qing Dynasty.

It was impossible for the workers to go to Nandu to petition.

Petitioning the officials of the Imperial Court stationed in the Gui domain was the only option, and then their move made the original march really turn into a general outbreak.

That's what the workers want.

Other appeals such as wage increases and reductions in working hours are limited, and only this is the only one that really directly shocks everyone's hearts. The slogan shouted by the procession immediately echoed throughout the city, drawing all the workers who heard it to break through the overseers and get out of the factory. There were even those who had participated in the march who took the initiative to run out to the nearby factories where they had relatives and friends, and to call for the people from these factories to come out and join them.

It is also no longer dominated by the second mansion of Gaoluo.

All the slums, all the factories, the alleys, and even the women and children outside the city, ran out of the city. The government, which was still trying to maintain, was completely paralyzed in the face of this outbreak, and rushed back to the prefect of the Yamen from the Guiwang Mansion in a hurry, and was even so frightened that he immediately hid. Several groups of factory guards who tried to arrest people and go back to work were all so frightened that they turned around and fled.

If you don't run, you may be trampled to death.

"He Wuju is here!"

The eunuch beside Luo Xin looked at the street below and said.

At this time, the procession was less than half a mile away, and those village sages would not allow them to come here to petition, and they still wanted to use public opinion to block Yang Qing. Yesterday's march and petition of several thousand people compared to the march and petition of almost all the poor people in Guangzhou now, even they felt like a farce. In the same way, both Jinyiwei and the Department of Taxation will immediately send the petitions of the people of Guangzhou to Nandu, and the rest is for Her Majesty the Empress to follow the will of the people to take back Guangzhou.

Aren't you talking about public opinion?

This is undoubtedly the real public opinion!

Anyway, I don't know how many villagers are scolding Chen Bangyan for his bad idea at this moment!

"Isn't he dying?"

Luo Xin said with a smile.

On the street below, an open-top carriage carrying He Wuyu hurried forward, flanked by running servants, followed by the guards of King Gui's Mansion and the Advisory Bureau's own escort.

However, the guards of the Katsura clan have not yet appeared.

At present, there are two guards of the Gui Domain, each with 20,000 people, and another 10,000 are the defenders of the forts at Humen and Yamen, plus an inland water division, of which the military headquarters of the First Army is in Guangzhou, but the battalion stationed outside the city, and the military headquarters of the Second Army is the main frontier fortress of Shaoguan. This is the defense system of the Gui Domain, anyway, as long as they can hold the Pearl River Delta, the rest will be handed over to the militia group, and the first army is in command of the veteran Wang Deren, as for Zuo Mengeng, he was poisoned by King Gui a few years ago.

After all, he has a special status.

At the beginning, the Guangdong gentry had to rely on him to get those old Zuo Liangyu troops, but after the new army was trained, they couldn't look down on these people, and after bribing Wang Deren and several generals, they directly poisoned their boss Zuo Mengeng and died violently.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain to Yang Qing.

After all, Zuo Mengeng is Zuo Liangyu's son, and he made Chongzhen rebel back then.

"It's not okay to die quickly, you have to go up if you die quickly!"

The eunuch said with a smile.