There were many clergy in New England, and even more undesirable clergy.

Without much effort, Williams brought in several clerics.

They stood together, lined up, under Doug's scrutiny.

Doug's gaze swept from one end to the other, and the different heights were undulating like mountains, "I need you to help me teach my children to read and write, but I can't preach in the process." If you don't want to, leave now. ”

Three of the six or seven priests listened to Doug's words and silently turned away.

Despite the fact that the money is powerful!

Even though they are poor!

But poverty does not dust their faith.

These three clergy, the pious, follow the things of their faith.

The remaining three priests, one of whom had gray hair, said, "Dear Mr. Doug, you are kind enough to give the children food and knowledge, but why can't you bathe them in the arms of the Lord?"

You are so kind, like a lost lamb......"

"Get out!"

Doug didn't wait for him to finish, he pointed to the door.

"Dao ......"

"Get out!"

The middle-aged priest, who was interrupted again, turned around three times and walked to the door, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Doug's face, he could only shake his head.

The remaining two clergy were relatively younger.

One was dressed more like a normal priest, while the other didn't look very normal.

Although he was dressed in clothes that could barely be seen as a clergyman, his uninhibited expression, his embarrassed stubble, and his loose movements could not in any way associate him with the sacred.

"What do you two do besides being clergy? ”

"I ...... I usually write for newspapers, the New Haven Times, and ...... And the New Haven Journal...... "said the first priest who seemed more serious.

"What is the signature?" asked Doug, flipping through the newspaper on his desk.

"I didn't ...... There is no attribution. What I write, will ...... Will be sold to those in need, including authorship. I'm just here to make money. The young priest bowed his head in shame.

It's one thing to do, but it's another to say it.

He also had expectations for the future, dreams, and ideals.

However, when he woke up, he realized that the dream was just a dream.

"Got it. Doug nodded noncommittally, then turned to the other priest, "What about you?"

"Selling counterfeit medicines. The young man, who looked like he was full of bells and whistles, said briefly.

"Selling counterfeit medicines?" Doug repeated in a questioning tone.

"I pressed the tapioca flour into flakes and sold it as medicine. Some people eat it, and some people are good. Said the bells and whistles of the young priest.

"......" Doug was speechless, it was the first time he had seen someone in this world who was so justified in selling counterfeit medicines.

However, pills without active ingredients are not necessarily ineffective.

Medical means do not cure the human body, but help the human body heal itself.

Placebos such as cassava chips, although they have no effect on the body, will give strong mental hints and strengthen one's immunity to some extent.

Doug looked at the remaining two, the bottom of the clergy, the loser of the losers, and began to make difficult choices.

Is it a copywriter priest who doesn't even want to be signed?

Or a priest who can't stop counterfeit medicine?