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Chapter 1678 Blasphemer

The road from the intersection to the market is not very far, only twenty or thirty meters. But Adams walked very slowly. He is a top-notch stickman who has deceived people all his life. He has met countless devout believers, but thousands of

Among the believers, there are not many fanatical believers.

Mormon believers have a relatively high level of education, and this is a sect that pays more attention to education. People with more knowledge are more sensible. 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 surround the legion. Maybe the humble policeman just said he was willing to go to the battlefield in a moment of excitement, but it would be difficult to find a few such excited people in the Mormon Church.

After fooling around for a lifetime, he is actually not as good as a novice in the field he is best at. Adams was very dissatisfied and sullen. This was really unpleasant, "Where is the market? Let's go and see the market."

Putting aside the shock brought by the police assistance, the eighty-year-old leader thought he was well-informed and just ignored the strangeness. He quickly calmed down and continued to move forward. The market in front of him was just one street with two rows of shops.

, there are also some small vendors setting up stalls on the roadside.

Compared with when the market was first opened, there are now more types of shops and products. Not only canned foods that were popular in the past are available in the food store, but also fast-growing vegetables from some farmlands have begun to be supplied to the market, and live chickens and ducks also appear from time to time.

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"Well, not bad." After seeing the food products, His Majesty Adams just gave a light evaluation and was not excited.

What makes the United States strong is not just its cutting-edge industry. In fact, agriculture is truly the best in the world. If the United States did not export food, people in many countries around the world would starve to death. The output value of its food industry is higher than that of the military industry.

The agricultural production conditions in North America are really good.

During the catastrophe, large-scale farms in the United States had the best life. Due to the need to operate semi-independently, the farms did not lack food, medicine, weapons, fuel, and almost everything. Long-term production collaboration also allowed

The agricultural population unites easily.

If the severe nuclear winter had not killed too many people, the United States 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 comparison, the fresh food supply of the Aurora Legion

Still seriously inadequate.

So when Adams saw the Legion's food supply situation, he was still qualified to evaluate it from a bird's eye view. However, he stopped talking when he saw the clothing products - Rabbit had nothing else, and it relied on hundreds of millions of clothes to exchange for Boeing airliners.

of.

It is impossible to restart clothing factories in North America. The entire textile industry chain from beginning to end has long since disappeared from North America. There are at most a few designers, but the most useless thing in the end of the world is all kinds of pretense.

Designers, these people who cannot survive without the city will die the fastest.

Steel plants can be reopened, minerals can be excavated again, chemical industry and medicine are all easy to talk about, but the textile industry is really unable to do so.

The current demand for clothing products in North America is extremely hungry, and tens of millions of people need huge quantities of clothes. This market alone has made the rabbit textile industry in the real world a huge profit, and the operating rate has already exploded. The entire industry chain was originally

They were all shrinking, but now they are extremely prosperous.

Looking at the cheap and abundant supply of textiles on the market, Adams became silent. During the most difficult times, his Mormon church was forced to spin its own homespun cloth to make clothes. Not to mention the quality, the output was ridiculous.

There is a Bingham Canyon copper mine in Utah. It took more than a hundred years to dig out a large pit more than 1,200 meters deep and more than 4,000 meters in diameter. Now all the ore mined in this open-pit mine has been mined by the Aurora Corps.

Buy it and exchange it for clothing products.

"Alas..." Thinking of this, His Majesty Adams' mood became not so good again. Next, the same is true for light industrial and electrical products. In addition to letting the Aurora Legion 'pick up garbage', North America can currently only

Provide mineral products, and in the future, agricultural products will be added for trade.

After looking at a row of shops, Adams still sighed at the commercial vitality of the Legion's production and sales. The huge market demand will create prosperous commercial development, which will make the Legion's power surge.

He couldn't find any particularly conspicuous flaws in the Legion, which made His Majesty Adams, who came with a rescue mentality, quite depressed. The magician hates a perfect world the most, just like a fly encountering a seamless egg.

Coming out of an electrical appliance store, Adams had an electronic watch in his hand. In the era before mobile phones, this thing was now cheap and practical, and it was a necessity in people's lives.

Putting the electronic watch on his wrist, His Majesty Adams decided to end today's market inspection. After all, he was old and a little tired after walking for a long time. However, when leaving, he unexpectedly saw a bookstall on the roadside.

After reading the book, Mian immediately felt excited and stepped forward to ask.

"Is there a Bible here?"

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

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

The Book of Mormon compiled by God.

Seeing an old man coming forward to ask about the Bible, the book stall owner immediately took out a red-covered book and handed it to Adams. Adams happily took it and opened it, and casually recited a sentence in Spanish, "A Spark of Fire"

, can start a prairie fire."

Eh... Adams has been reading the Bible for decades and has never seen this sentence in the Bible. He flipped through it casually and recited it casually again, "Not only are we good at destroying an old world, we will also be good at building it.

A new world."

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

Adams felt that his boss had taken the wrong book, so he handed the red-covered book back and asked in a louder voice: "What I want is the Bible."

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

"This is..., the title of it says 'Little Red Book'. This is not the Bible I want." Adams thought to himself: Boss, do you think I am illiterate?

But the boss still insisted: "We don't have the New Testament or the Old Testament here. This is our Bible. We like to read it. Everyone thinks it is easier to understand and more useful than the Bible."

Are you kidding me?

No, this is much more serious than a joke!

Adams was furious, his old face turned red, and he wanted to curse immediately - ridiculous, how can you just use that book as a Bible? This is blasphemy! You will be sent to the stake.

A bunch of ignorant idiots.

Adams wanted to get angry, but he knew he couldn't compete with a street vendor. He was so angry that he wanted to throw away his sleeves, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by several posters on the bookstall - a stack of paintings of the Passion of Christ, a stack of Madonnas

Portrait of the Holy Son in his arms.

"Huh, it's not completely hopeless. The businessmen here also know how to print some sacred images for sale." Adams tried to calm down and asked in a stiff tone: "Are there many people buying the images?"

The bookstall owner nodded, "The sales are pretty good, and many people need them."

"Oh..., most people buy the Madonna statues." Mexico is a Catholic country. His Majesty Adams saw that there were fewer Madonna statues in the pile, so they must have been sold.

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

Gah... Poor Adams, your Majesty has been having a bad day today, and his mood has been ups and downs. This damn guy is about to leave, and he got a critical hit... He almost couldn't get out after holding in his breath.

"Victor Hugo's portrait sells the best?" Adams thought to himself: Can you stop worshiping idols like this? This is wrong.

Unexpectedly, the always kind bookstall owner turned dark and shouted angrily: "How can you call the legion commander by his holy name? Our beloved legion commander is going to be the emperor, and we will be subjects of the Holy American Empire from now on. What do you think?

Your Majesty the Emperor must respect you."

I respect you as a ghost... Adams is still in a daze.

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

The Legion Commander is the embodiment of justice, kindness, mercy and justice, and is our patron saint of Mexico. He will bless you and give you happiness. For such a sacred portrait, there is no bargaining for one dollar a piece."

Looking at the bust of Zhou Qingfeng in military uniform, Adams, who was in his eighties, was so angry that he vomited blood - Victor Hugo, you blasphemer. You big liar, you tricked me into Mexico to accept humiliation. I

I'm going to fight you!


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