Returning to the camp, the Latter-Saints were gearing up, and although they could not understand the attitude of the prophet Rigdon, an atmosphere of imminent war had already permeated everyone: some people were reciting scriptures aloud while wiping their guns, and others were making religious gestures while sharpening their knives on the whetstone.

Bishop Mordecai panicked and grabbed the people and shouted.

"God, what do you want to do? If you raise your sword, you will only end up disqualifying your soul from being redeemed by the Lord at the Last Judgment and will not be able to ascend to Heaven! Let alone.... If you die on the battlefield, what will happen to your wives? What about your children? The members of the Hand of God who were tugged at by his sleeves were disdainful, and in their eyes, there was no need to answer the questions posed by Bishop Mordecai, because all of them had experienced that terrible night, and a truth had been ingrained in their hearts: the weapon of criticism with the scriptures was no substitute for the weapon of criticism that must be held in the hand.

In other words, the weapon of criticism is not a substitute for the weapon of criticism. The people of New Canaan, who had practiced absolute pacifism in the past, had almost died in the catastrophe that destroyed New Canaan, and the hearts of those who remained had already changed after witnessing what had happened.

Now, they will never lay down their arms again, and what Bishop Mordecai says doesn't make any sense, people look at him and just remain silent.

After running into a wall, Bishop Mordecai was devastated, and he returned to his die-hard faith, tears streaming down his eyes.

The people who had followed Bishop Mordecai and returned because they did not believe in Jeremiah Rigdon, the new prophet, saw that Bishop Mordecai was in such pain, and they came to surround Bishop Mordecai and reassure him not to be sad.

Bishop Mordecai slowly wiped away his tears, and turned his head to see a little boy looking at him with his mouth slightly open, the child was Bishop Mordecai's favorite child, and he often stayed with this child to teach him all kinds of knowledge, so that when he saw this child, he immediately knew that his hope was in him.

"Daniel.... Daniel? Come here, don't be afraid, I'm fine, I have something to tell you. The boy walked to Bishop Mordecai, who was over sixty years old, holding the boy's hand.

"Do you remember what I told you? Your name, do you remember what that means? The little boy named Daniel thought for a moment and replied in a child's voice.

"Bishop Mordecai, you say... Well, you say, that's what God's judgment means..."Bishop Mordecai smiled reluctantly, and spoke earnestly to the orphan he had rescued from the ruins of New Canaan.

"Listen, Daniel, this man has abandoned mercy and indulged in the thoughts of violence and war; Remember when I told you stories from the past? The bombs that destroy the world are the end of this line of thinking, and the people who fight have no time to think about anything else, and choose the worst option again and again, leading to the worst result; They will also repeat the mistakes of the past, and this is what is really terrible about war... It never changes. Bishop Mordecai pointed his finger at the post-congregational believers who were eager to take the hand of God with their weapons.

"Will they be able to take back New Canaan? Maybe yes, but so what? When they kill the first man, whatever the cause, they are lost, lost in the whirlpool of strife. As long as they return to New Canaan in this way, it won't be long before everything repeats itself, and the worst things, the most terrible changes, will be repeated..."

"Maybe there is no place for mercy in this world, but even if violence tramples me into dust, I will never accept it, I will never forgive it."

"One day, I will grow old and die, and then it will be you, and you will do good deeds in my place, and you will never learn from them." The boy nodded stunned, and although he still did not fully understand what Bishop Mordecai was saying, he had already listened to it in his heart.

........................ Andy temporarily stabilized Jeremiah, and hurriedly prepared to leave the church camp to go to Jericho Town to explain the situation to Sheriff O'Connor, when he suddenly saw that the farmer was still working in the field.

So he turned it over, because he felt that this man was not ordinary, that the environment here was so bad, that the fields under his care could still be productive, and if this was true, it might be a bargaining chip to persuade Sheriff O'Connor to finally reconcile with the Latter-Saints.

It just so happened that the man was not doing farm work now, but squatting with another person and whispering.

Andy didn't think much about it, he strode over, but the two of them were startled like frightened birds, one of them turned around and ran away without a trace, leaving only Andy's target helplessly and crampedly grasping the farm tools in his hand and looking at the two of them, and the other hand was still holding something, he was trying to stuff those things into his pocket, but unfortunately his clothes pocket was too small.

With a bang, he broke the pocket of the brown torn pants because he used too much force, and the things instantly slipped out of the pants and rolled all over the ground, Andy looked down and saw that it was clearly some small pill bottles, and when they were opened, they were all small white pills.

"This.... Is this Mantat? Andy looked at the man strangely, and the Church of the Later Saints forbade everything

"Corrupt things", violators will be severely punished, or even expelled, so tobacco, alcohol and medicine are not allowed here; There was no doubt that these Mantats should not have been on one of the Post-Saints, which explained why the two were so cautious, and why the man was running so fast.

The middle-aged man with wide body and fat hair and black curls smiled awkwardly and kept signaling Andy to lower his voice.

"Hey, man... I'm sorry to let you see it, but you're not a member of the Latter-Saints, are you? This one... It's just a little personal hobby of mine, and it's the first time you've met me, so I don't know. I've always taken care of the crops in this little camp, and everyone else knows a little bit about farming, and they have to rack their brains to get a harvest in such harsh conditions, so you see, I sometimes need a little help from the outside. Alexandra looked at him twice, and the man was very unfamiliar to her.

"You joined later, too?" The man smiled and nodded.

"My name is Pablo, don't look at me like this, I'm also an agricultural expert, otherwise why wouldn't these post-Saints let me leave when they learned that I didn't want to convert to their faith? Because they need my help! Andy's eyes lit up when he heard this, although this man's name was a bit of a big deal, and he had the same name as the one who opened the shop at the top of the Hoover Dam, but he didn't run a tavern, he was actually an agricultural expert, which was an extremely rare talent.

"Really? Where are you from? Where did you get your education? Pablo smiled confidently, tugging at the collar of his dirty shirt before clearing his throat.

"Ahem... I used to work in New Reno, and yes, I came from New California like Dr. Tay and Dr. Angela, and we were both citizens of the NcR, although that status was of little use. I'm kind of self-taught when it comes to agriculture, I found some leftover holographic cartridges, I gained knowledge by reading the data, and I quickly started to practice them. ”

"There's a lot of mess over there, and if you want to get a job and survive, you have to join a gang. At that time, I was working in one of the most powerful gangs in New Reno, called the Mordino family. Hey, it was a well-known name back then, but now I'm afraid it's gone and no one remembers. Andy wondered if this man was a liar, after all, there were enough liars in the wasteland at all times, and this man's words sounded a bit inappropriate to Andy.

"Hey, wait a minute, I have a question, why would a gang need an agricultural expert? Are they still part-time farmers? Pablo burst out laughing, but then apologized repeatedly.

"Sorry, ahem, sorry.... I really can't help it, if someone dared to say this witty remark and spread it to the ears of those villains, that person would have evaporated from the world within three days. Of course, the gangsters are not going to do much farming, and the greatest invention of the Mordino family, and their main livelihood, is 'Jett', which is a kind of ..... Very terrible medicine, it can put people into an extremely comfortable situation, you just need to inhale this gas.... Do you know this? Andy and Alexandra both nodded.

"That stuff makes addicts want to stop, and I've never seen anyone get rid of it."

"It has destroyed so many families and individuals, I really didn't expect this thing to be invented by a gangster.... Or it can be said that this origin is appropriate. Pablo mysteriously leaned over.

"I'll tell you, it's actually very simple to make, and its main ingredient is the dung of a two-headed cow!" Without waiting for Andy to say anything, Alexandra suddenly grabbed Pablo's arm and pulled out his hand hidden behind his back while he was close to it, holding several syringes in his hand, which were filled with liquid.

As soon as he looked at it, Andy knew it was some madness and hemp boil-x or something.

"You're selling medicine here? Well? How can these things help people? You're continuing to quibble! Alexandra looked at Pablo angrily, sweating profusely.

"Shhhh Please don't say it out loud, okay? I really want to stay here, at least in the short term, I haven't figured out where I'm going to go, and now NcR is too dangerous, and the more east side is said to be full of natives, and it's also terrifying.... If you expose me, I'll be kicked out by Jeremiah Rigdon, and it will be bad for everyone! Alexandra's anger still hasn't subsided.

"You know that this kind of business is forbidden here, but you know that even if those fields are not you, the New Canaanites still know how to take care of the crops, but with you, these smoky things will cause a catastrophe sooner or later!" Pablo's face turned pale with fright, and he assured him that he would not sell it again in the future, and he kept giving examples of how important he was here.

"I have a lot of knowledge about agriculture, not just growing corn and potatoes, I.... I have an idea that there is an algae in the Great Salt Lake that is rich in oil, and if we can successfully complete the artificial cultivation, this thing can be refined into enough oil to be used as a high-grade fuel, and people will no longer have to work hard to gather firewood for the fire, and I have already achieved some results, you see.... I'm very important. When Andy heard this, he immediately had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and immediately dissuaded Alexandra from reporting him, and asked Pablo to swear that he would never sell those drugs to the New Canaanites again, and finally made Alexandra let Pablo go.

"By the way, what the hell were you doing in New Reno before?" Pablo was a little depressed after being recognized, and slowly continued the previous topic.

“.... As I said, the main product of the Mordino family at that time, Jet, needed a lot of two-headed cow manure as a material, and my task was to grow the most suitable crop for them to feed the two-headed cows. The feed had to be inexpensive, nutritious, produce more manure and improve the results of Jett, which was a professional thing that only I could do. ”

"But the Mordino family is finished, since Jet's inventor was assassinated by an addict, that family has been going downhill, and I guess in a few years, all their remaining power will eventually be defeated and swallowed up by other gangster families. Things kept getting more chaotic in New California, and I lost my job and simply left NcR and headed east until I met these nice people who were willing to take me in, especially after I told them I was going to farm. After chatting for a while, Andy and Alexandra prepared to leave, and Pablo thanked him repeatedly, promising that he would keep his promise in the future.

Alexandra and Andy sit back in the car, and while Andy is feeding Blackie, she expresses her dissatisfaction.

"That kind of guy, the dog can't change eating, what's the need to let him go and help him cover up? Is it because of that useless fuel? Andy hurried to reassure her.

"Don't worry, Alexandra, that man is indeed hateful, yes, but we will have a chance to clean him up later. As a matter of urgency, he could be a key to the reconciliation of Jericho with the Hand of God, something I've heard from that guy and maybe use his knowledge to make biofuel, which could help Jericho automate its water plant. Alexandra clearly had no idea about it, so she didn't understand it much.

"What do you mean? Just what that guy said to plant.... Thing, can it be realized? Andy nodded.

"Yes, I'm in Dog City... I don't know if you've heard of it, but it's a settlement to the east, where I've seen them use a grease-powered machine. I've also seen a bunch of marauders living on Lake Mead near Hoover Dam City, and they're also using a fuel made from fish grease to power their boats, and that guy should have some skills, and what he says must have the same potential. ”