Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 774 - 21 The Church’s Exceptionally Rich Heritage

Wang Yunxiao treated to lunch at a restaurant by the door, and had a simple meal.

During the meal, he discussed the matters of opening a store with Sister Zhang and realized that Sister Zhang was quite an imaginative person who had calculated every aspect well, except for the issue of safety.

A few years ago, even if you were a middle-aged man setting up a small street stall to sell snacks, you’d be harassed by loafers for extortion, let alone for a woman to show her face in public.

Now that the social environment has stabilized, it doesn’t mean you can rest easy. If you don’t make money, fine, but once you do, it will invite the jealousy of others who’ll talk behind your back.

In these times, rumors can indeed kill.

Wang Yunxiao assured them that at least in Nantong District, there wouldn’t be any issues – his name, Scar Wang, was still quite effective on the streets.

Sister Zhang was very happy and inquired straightforwardly whether Wang Yunxiao was married.

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to speak, Zhou Qing called out "Dad" from the side.

The expression on Sister Zhang’s face at that moment could be described as quite splendid.

It was clear that the young man in front of her couldn’t have fathered such a large child, so discarding all the impossible answers, there was only one truth left...

It’s common to see an old cow eating tender grass, but it’s rare to see fighting a tiger with a single whip on Jingyang Mountain.

Young man, you’ve got a pretty heavy taste!

Wang Yunxiao wanted to explain, but paused when the words reached his lips, deciding to let it be.

I’m not even close to you guys, why bother explaining so much, it makes me seem like I have a guilty conscience.

After Guozi brought the cart back, they moved another batch of items. This time they took away two carts of parts, needles, threads, brains, and over a hundred pounds of consecrated blessing oil.

This was yet another new thing that Wang Yunxiao had not seen before.

According to Cui Xiaoying, this was industrial grease specially ordered by the Church from overseas, consecrated and blessed.

That is, lubricant oil.

But besides the lubricant’s usual functions, it could also provide divine protection for machinery, dispel evil spirits, and prevent disasters and hardships.

It increases production efficiency and reduces the likelihood of production accidents.

In short, it was very mysterious.

Could a +12 sewing machine have a 12% chance of producing double the goods?

Wang Yunxiao didn’t quite understand, but chose to respect it.

You’ve got to look at this from two perspectives.

On one hand, the fundamental rule of this world is idealism, and maybe there’s indeed some magical effect that just hasn’t been summed up into an objective law by scientific methods.

On the other hand, since the factory is to be handed over to the Light Industry Committee, the Church would definitely take its own things away. Otherwise, if you still depend on the church’s technical nuns and consecrated blessing oils, what would be the difference between transferring and not transferring?

Marrying a wife, you can’t still have her ex-boyfriend help you carry on the family lineage, can you?

And what the Church really relies on isn’t things like the blessing oils.

In the afternoon, leaving the factory and heading to the Church headquarters, it was also like bringing Song Lili back to her maternal home.

The little girls were all excited, chattering all the way and running around, seemingly with endless energy to vent.

For the poor who can’t fill their bellies, the severe cold of winter is deadly, compounded by various stresses of life, which is why there are expressions like "the year’s end is the hardest part of the year."

But this year’s harvest is still good.

Corn cobs from outside the border saved many people this winter.

Walking on the streets, you can see small vendors carrying charcoal stoves, selling roasted sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn on the sidewalks.

In the past, the brothers could only drool at the sight, but now the standard of living has improved, and finally, they can eat heartily without any concerns.

Zhou Qing and his three companions held their scalding hot roasted sweet potatoes, gnawing at them like hamsters, with their mouths covered in blackened bits.

The Church headquarters was much livelier. You could see many nuns coming and going, and the entrance was piled high with guns and ammunition, creating a mountainous display that was quite a sight to behold.

Wang Yunxiao only needed one glance to feel that dissolving the Church’s private armed forces was absolutely justified.

Just look at you nuns—what are you doing stuffing yourselves with food and then playing around with these things?

Hoarding so much military hardware, you have enough to fight a small-scale battle with ease.

And not only that, but they didn’t just buy these—they made them with their own hands.

Beneath the main chapel of Qianjin Church lies a fully-equipped small-scale weapons factory!

They’re capable of not only crafting bullets but also manufacturing guns, and the designs are a completely different style compared to the Liuyun series used by the troops.

The nuns themselves are adept in Demon-Breaking Divine Arts and do not need the Liuyun series’ rust weapons; they prefer using handguns and shotguns, packing all sorts of miscellaneous stuff into the bullets, and then inscribing Exorcism Inscriptions on the casings.

Wang Yunxiao spotted a familiar face here.

Yan Yu’an was busy checking the weapons, ammunition, and "military personnel" with his subordinates.

"This time we plan to incorporate four to eight Battle Nun squads."

Compared with Wang Yunxiao, who works part-time as the head of the Special Service Section, Yan Yu’an, who had long since officially started working, clearly had much more autonomy.

Wang Yunxiao dared not boast such claims; in the Nantong District sub-bureau, they struggle with insufficient funds front and back—how could he afford these foreign nuns?

In the past, the Church could support so many private armed forces solely because of the financial backing from more than a dozen factories behind it.

The situation was different for Yan Yu’an; the customs was wealthy and robust, and since they mainly deal with foreign affairs, incorporating Battle Nuns was entirely appropriate and justified.

These weapons and ammunition were all for him to take away today.

As he watched the customs’ garrison soldiers load up the boxes and the orderly lined-up nuns standing by valiantly, Wang Yunxiao was filled with envy and jealousy.

Why are all the nun sisters’ legs so long? Could the Church’s nutritional supply be too abundant?

I’d like to have some too, but I’ve got no money!

Veronica stood by, arms crossed, with a careless smile on her face.

"Don’t worry, I knew you’d come; I’ve saved you the good stuff!"

Ah? There’s good stuff too? Don’t tell me sisters... what do you mean by ’good stuff’?

Veronica pulled Wang Yunxiao into the chapel and into her bedroom, took down the shotgun hanging on the wall, and handed it to Wang Yunxiao: "I knew you’ve been coveting my gun for a long time, so I deliberately saved it for you."

But I’m not that covetous—yet which man could resist a modded M1887, the kind you reload one-handed while riding a motorcycle?

Wang Yunxiao weighed the gun in hand and couldn’t help but ask curiously: "Are you not going to use this gun anymore?"

"The Church has dissolved its armed forces; I guess there won’t be a chance to handle guns in the future."

Veronica sat down on the bed, looking somewhat disheartened: "I can’t be reassured to give this old ally to just anyone, I’m afraid only in your hands it can realize its true potential."

"Are you planning to stay with the Church instead of returning to the police?"

"Others may leave, but I can’t. Without me, the Church would truly lack a core."

Veronica spread her hands: "If things go as expected, once the Church is restructured, I will become the Bishop of Tianmen City. I’ll remain under the cross reciting prayers for the rest of my life, dying alone, old and without dependence, sob sob sob..."

Your ’sob sob sob’ seems a bit too perfunctory.

Wang Yunxiao puzzledly asked: "I remember the Church doesn’t have a rule against marriage, does it?"

"Of course, it does. Registered nuns are not allowed to marry. If even that rule didn’t exist, how could the Church provide sanctuary to those poor women?"