Chapter 1678: The Blasphemer

The road from the intersection to the market is not very far, only twenty or thirty meters. But His Majesty Adams walked very slowly. He is a top-level magician, he has fooled people all his life, and has seen countless devout believers, but he can't find a few fanatics among the thousands of believers.

Believers in the Mormon Church have a relatively high level of education, and this is a sect that pays more attention to education. People with more knowledge are more rational. Belief in religion is one thing, but martyrdom is another.

As for the Aurora Legion, they have only ruled Mexico for more than four months.

In less than half a year, there were fanatics who were willing to sacrifice their lives to encircle the legion. Maybe that humble policeman just said he was willing to go to the battlefield because of his excitement, but it is hard to find a few such excited people in the Mormon Church.

After fooling around all his life, he is actually not as good as a novice in the field he is best at. Adams was very dissatisfied and depressed, which was really annoying, "Where is the market? Let's go and look at the market."

Leaving aside the shock brought by the police coordinator, the 80-odd leaders thought they were well-informed, so they just took it for granted. He quickly calmed down and moved on. The market in front is just one street, with two rows of shops along the street, and some small vendors set up stalls on the side of the road.

Compared with when the market was just opened, there are more types of shops and commodities at present. In the food store, not only canned food that was popular in the past, but also some fast-growing vegetables from the farmland have begun to supply the market, and live chickens and ducks also appear from time to time.

"Well, not bad." His Majesty Adams only gave a faint evaluation after seeing the food products, and he was not excited.

What makes America strong is not only its cutting-edge industries, but agriculture is truly the best in the world. If the United States does not export food, people in many countries around the world will starve to death. The output value of its food industry is higher than that of the military industry, and the agricultural production conditions in North America are really good.

Large farms in the United States had the best time during the Cataclysm. Due to the need to operate semi-independently, the farm has no shortage of food, no medicine, no weapons, no fuel, almost nothing. Long-term production cooperation also makes it easy for the agricultural population to unite.

If it weren't for the brutal nuclear winter that killed too many people, America would have recovered much faster. At present, the Brotherhood of Steel basically has no shortage of food, but there is a problem with the distribution of food. In contrast, the fresh food supply of the Aurora Legion is still seriously insufficient.

Therefore, when Adams saw the food supply situation of the Legion, he was still qualified to evaluate it with a overlooking attitude. But he stopped talking when he saw the clothing products next. Rabbit had nothing else to do. Back then, hundreds of millions of pieces of clothing were used to exchange for Boeing airliners.

In North America, it is impossible to restart garment factories. The entire industrial chain of the textile industry has long since disappeared from North America. There are at most a few designers, but the most useless in the last days are all kinds of designers who are used to pretend. These people who can't survive without the city are the fastest to die.

Iron and steel plants can be reopened, and minerals can also be excavated again. Chemicals and medicines are easy to talk about, but the textile industry is really the same.

At present, the demand for clothing products in North America is extremely hungry, and tens of millions of people need a huge amount of clothes. This market alone has made the rabbit textile industry in the real world very profitable, and the operating rate has already exploded. The entire industrial chain was originally shrinking, but now it has become extremely prosperous.

Seeing the cheap and abundant supply of textiles in the market, Adams fell silent. His Mormon Church was forced to weave homemade cloth to make clothes when it was most difficult. The quality was poor, and the output was ridiculous.

There is a Bingham Canyon copper mine in Utah. After more than 100 years of digging, a large pit with a depth of more than 1,200 meters and a diameter of more than 4,000 meters was dug out. Now all the ores mined in this open-pit mine have been bought by the Aurora Legion in exchange for clothing products.

"Alas..." Thinking of this, Adams's mood became bad again. Next, the same is true for light industrial and electrical products. In addition to allowing the Aurora Legion to "pick up garbage", North America can only provide mineral products at present, and agricultural products will be added for trade in the future.

Looking at a row of shops, His Majesty Adams still has to sigh at the commercial vitality of the Legion's booming production and sales.

Huge market demand creates prosperous business development, which will increase the power of the legion.

Can't find any particularly conspicuous flaws in the Legion, which makes Adams, who came with a rescue mentality, quite depressed. The magic stick hates the perfect world the most, just like a fly encounters a seamless egg.

Coming out of an electrical appliance store, His Majesty Adams had an extra electronic watch in his hand. In the era without mobile phones, this thing is now cheap and practical, and it is a necessity of people's life.

Wearing the electronic watch on his wrist, Adams decided to end today's market inspection. After all, he was old, and he was a little tired after walking for a long time. It's just that when he was leaving, he suddenly saw a bookstall by the side of the road. As soon as he saw the paper books, His Majesty Mian immediately stepped forward to inquire.

"Is there a Bible here?"

Thanks to countless missionaries, the Bible is the most printed book in the world. As long as you need it, just call or send an email and someone will send you a copy for free.

In the East, religion has long been separated from social life, and worshiping gods has become a kind of leisure entertainment. But in the West, religious belief is a part of life, so most Westerners have a Bible at home. Mormonism is the Book of Mormon compiled by their founding gods.

Seeing an old man approaching to ask for the 'Bible', the owner of the bookstall immediately took out a book with a red cover and handed it to Adams. Adams happily took it and opened it directly, and read a sentence in Spanish casually, "A single spark can start a prairie fire."

Hey... Adams has been familiar with the Bible for decades, but he has never seen this sentence in the Bible. He flipped through it casually again, and said casually again, "We are not only good at destroying an old world, we are also good at building a new world."

You are fucking meowing me, when did Jesus say this?

His Majesty Adams felt that the boss had taken the wrong book, so he handed back the book with the red cover, and raised his voice and asked, "What I want is the Bible."

"This is the Bible." The boss also raised his voice. He opened the front page of the book and read a sentence, "The great leader taught us.... Is this the Bible?"

"This is..., the title of the book on it says 'The Little Red Book'. This is not the Bible I want." Adams thought to himself: Boss, do you think I can't read?

But the boss still insisted: "We don't have the old and new testaments here. This is our Bible. We like to read it. Everyone thinks it is easier to understand and more useful than what the Bible says."

Are you kidding me?

No, this is much more serious than a joke!

Adams was furious, his old face was flushed red, and he wished he could yell at the absurdity immediately, how could you just take that book as a Bible? This is blasphemy! To be sent to the stake.

A bunch of ignorant fools.

Adams wanted to lash out, but knew he couldn't take on a street vendor. He was so angry that he wanted to throw his sleeves away, and suddenly he was attracted by a few posters on the bookstall. There were a stack of portraits of the Passion of Christ, and a stack of portraits of the Virgin Mary embracing the Son.

"Hmph, it's not completely hopeless. The merchants here also know how to print some sacred portraits for sale." Adams tried to calm himself down, and asked in a blunt tone: "Are there many people buying portraits?"

The book stall owner nodded, "It's selling well, and many people want it."

"Oh...the most people buy statues of Madonna." Mexico is a Catholic country, and the stack of Madonna statues under Adams's crown is also less, which must have been sold.

"Oh, the statue of the Madonna is indeed better, but it's not the best. The portrait of the legion commander is the best seller." The boss said honestly.

Ga... Poor Adams has been having a rough day today, and it's not easy to feel ups and downs. The **** is about to leave and needs a critical strike... I almost couldn't get out after holding my breath.

"Victor Hugo's portraits are the best sellers?" Adams thought to himself: Can you stop worshiping idols like this? this is not right.

Unexpectedly, the face of the book stall owner who had always been kind turned black, and he shouted angrily: "How can you directly call the holy name of the legion commander? Our beloved legion commander is going to be the emperor, and we will be subjects of the Holy American Empire in the future. Are you right?" Your Majesty the Emperor must respect you."

I respect you bastard... Adams is still in a daze.

The owner of the bookstall solemnly took out a portrait from under the stall, and said solemnly: "Please take a bust of the legion commander back.

The head of the legion is the embodiment of justice, kindness, benevolence, and justice. He is the patron saint of our Mexico. He will bless you and give you happiness. Such a sacred portrait costs one yuan a piece, and there is no bargaining. "

Looking at the bust of Zhou Qingfeng in military uniform, Adams, who is in his eighties, was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood Victor Hugo, you blasphemer. You big liar, tricked me into Mexico to accept humiliation, I will fight you! For more exciting novels from rw, welcome to visit our reading institute