It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 273 I said it’s your turn to pay, who has any objections? (Updated update 3/5)
Chapter 273 I said it’s your turn to pay, who has any objections? (Updated update 3/5)
The high-level healer of the Temple of the Spring Goddess—Grete now knew that he was the great priest—had a dark face and said nothing. However, a nobleman stood up behind him, bowed to the rostrum, and said respectfully:
"Dear Great Mage, I have no intention of offending you, but out of my lofty belief, I have to ask:
She has always been the great goddess of springs, nourishing her people with clean water. Why isn’t the project of providing drinking water entrusted to the goddess’s servants?”
That's of course because - I'm not familiar with you!
Grete stood upright on the spot, looking at his nose, his eyes and his mouth, and his mouth and his heart, resolutely not speaking.
He is really not familiar with the Temple of the Goddess of Spring. The Order of the God of Nature is his home, and the Temple of the God of War has always cooperated happily. As for the Temple of the Goddess of Spring?
If Priest Donald hadn't left a good impression on him, this temple would have been a complete mess to Gretel.
Moreover, the belief in the goddess of spring water is the state religion of the kingdom, and every king of the rank must be crowned by the pope himself. The royal family and nobles are the natural sphere of influence of the temple. The children of nobles, especially the second son, youngest son and daughter, as long as there is no special reason
, will be sent to the Spring Goddess Temple for education.
However, there can only be one ruler in a place. Relying on the Wang Family's Spring Water Temple, he was relegated to the corner of the city of mage and did not attract attention at all.
Grete walked all over Nevis City, and finally found a small goddess temple in the corner of the garden area. The area of the entrance square was only slightly larger than the Spring Goddess Temple in Heartland City.
Son. And more importantly, in the slums, he almost didn’t find the drinking water station set up by the temple...
Leave it to them?
laugh!
In the drinking water supply plan, Grete deliberately did not consider the spring water temple, and Gretel did it without any psychological pressure.
The judges also cooperated well with him. The great magician of the protection department pretended to cough and pressed his palm down:
"Viscount Brio, thank you for your opinion. The Nordmark mage's plan is still a preliminary design. If we finally decide to implement it, the Council will dispatch more high-level magicians to improve it.
——Of course, we welcome the priests of the Fountain Goddess to participate in this health plan at any time.”
He nodded politely to the high priest. The high priest could only nod in return and remained motionless, as if he didn't hear Gretel trying to kick them out. The magician looked kindly and nodded to Gretel:
“In addition to the clean drinking water plan, what else do you think needs to be implemented together in terms of public health?”
Hey, public health is an interlocking system project. Gretel really wanted to tell everything according to what he had learned in his previous life, or at least throw it away according to the version he had submitted to the parliament before. But now, he can only
Be able to pick and choose and pick out the most important items:
"Add public restrooms."
"It is prohibited to defecate in the street and it is prohibited to dump garbage randomly."
"Build a specialized infectious disease hospital..."
When he said that, the official of the budget committee on the other side of the discussion table turned bitter. Behind the official, a group of guys who looked like civilian affairs officers and a group of businessmen all sighed. It seemed that every time Grete talked about a project,
It's like cutting a piece of flesh from them.
Maybe...the fact is that...
The review member of the Department of Change happily jotted down a few items and knocked on the table. For a moment, Grete's hair stood up:
Why are you smiling like this?
That smile of yours is so cunning!
There are unscrupulous people who want to harm me!
He subconsciously clenched the manuscript in his hand, and even hid it beside him. The next moment, the great magician smiled with a friendly face, waved for him to sit down, and then waved to the other side of the discussion table:
"Everyone, do you have any suggestions regarding the cost of public health construction and institutional operation?"
The person in charge of the Budget Committee was the first to stand up. His face was full of bitterness, his tone was respectful, but he did not give in an inch when he spoke:
"Dear Archmage, we admire the far-sightedness of the judging committee, and we are also grateful to Master Nordmark for his deep concern for the residents of Nevis.
However, according to the budget arrangement of the city hall, there is really no extra money for expenditure.
If the review committee decides to build public health facilities, either additional taxes will be imposed, or other sources of funding will have to be found."
He bowed deeply and sat back down. To his right, closest to the end of the discussion table and closest to the secretary, stood a thin man.
As soon as the man stood up, he subconsciously touched the table and held a flat black cane in his hand.
What is this?
Gretel couldn't help but pay attention. The man seemed to know that something was wrong, and quickly put the cane back. Aurora Wharton seized this opportunity, quietly whispered in his ear, and whispered in disgust:
"Bah, tax dog."
Tax...oh, tax collector.
Gretel suddenly realized.
I remember Aurora mentioned once that his family was in the wine business, and he probably had suffered losses from the tax collector before.
I don’t know if there are any tax collectors in this era. If there are, they will suffer even more severe losses...
But Aurora is now a level 5 mage and has become a disciple of a great magician. She should be much better?
The tax official bowed to the rostrum and began to speak. As soon as he spoke, Gretel frowned:
Unlike what the great magician had told him before, the man had no intention of objecting to Gretel. On the contrary, he spoke endlessly and praised the importance of public health.
The gestures were flying, the cheeks were flushed, and the eyes were so bright that they almost glowed. Grete looked at them and instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.
As the tax officer spoke, he changed the subject:
"As the chief tax officer of the city hall, I think it is easy to obtain more funds. The stove tax in Nevis City is now so low that it is almost gone. As long as each person adds one copper coin, it is enough to cover this expenditure.
"Oh, it's equal to the head tax. Two silver coins per family per year, or, if the population is particularly small, two copper coins per person."
What?
Poll tax?
Grete frowned. Two silver coins might not be too much, but considering that it was already the end of the year and all the taxes were suddenly collected, it was likely to interrupt the family's financial chain. He immediately raised his hand:
"I would like to ask Mr. Tax Officer, which income bracket are the main residents who have difficulty paying the stove tax?"
"Then there must be many poor people!" the tax official replied without thinking. After blurting out, he remembered what was wrong and smiled at Gretel:
"Master, please don't worry. Those untouchables are just cunning in nature and have no respect for the Parliament and the kingdom. Whenever you go to collect taxes, he will say that you are poor, have no money, and will only die, even your family."
Bread and salted fish can be hidden under the floor, or in the mezzanine of the ceiling, so that you can't take them away even if you want to pay off your debt.
But our young men are also great! As long as we are serious, we will definitely be able to collect it - besides, the money is also used on them!"
"That won't work." Gretel immediately shook his head. His thoughts were racing, and he even thought of several ideas to persuade the other party. Finally, he turned to the rostrum and bowed deeply:
"Your Excellency, Commissioner, I am opposed to imposing additional stove taxes.
The gentleman from the budget committee said before that a water delivery boy can only earn 5 silver coins a month, and a female laundry worker can earn 3 and a half silver coins a month.
On average, there is only one copper coin, or one and a half copper coins per day - that is their daily ration!
A copper coin has no impact on the rich, but it is equivalent to starving for a day for the poor. It may be because of this day that they cannot withstand a disease or escape a speeding carriage.
We carry out public health services to help the poorest people, and we must not force them to death before doing so!"
There was another commotion in the conference hall. Some people nodded, some shook their heads, some showed approval, and some frowned. However, the eighth-level mage from the medical branch smiled and gave Gretel a thumbs up.
Behind the tax officer, in the four rows of seats from low to high, a veiled voice suddenly sounded, as if it had been deliberately changed:
"Then who should step out? Anyway, we don't need these, we won't step out!"
Don't you even dare to risk your head? Gretel glanced up. He didn't see the speaker. He only saw a group of people above, clapping their hands and picking their thumbs. There were also people who were relying on the law to avoid blaming others and shouting:
"That's right! We don't have to drink that water!"
“We don’t need to build toilets where we live!”
"Why should we pay for it?"
Gretel raised his eyebrows. Gretel glanced at Elder Wood deliberately, but saw that he had a firm look on his face. He clenched his fist hard at himself, then put his palm into the knife and swung it down!
At that moment, the elder's sigh from a few days ago sounded in Gretel's ears:
"Little Grete... If you want to accomplish this, you can't care less about people and don't dare to take action! There are some people, you just have to show them how powerful they are!"
Uh, do you want to take action on the man in front of you? Or at least give him a beating?
Forget it, it’s too tiring to even show your head, and it’s boring to argue. Gretel didn’t directly yell at the person and drag him out. Instead, he turned to the rostrum and asked in a loud voice:
"Your Excellency, Commissioner, do I have the right to make suggestions regarding the funding sources of the organization?"
"If this organization can really be established, you will be the first person in charge, and of course you have the right to make suggestions." The great magician of the Department of Change smiled kindly:
"Not only do you have the right to make suggestions, but you can also come directly to collect money for projects related to your authority - of course, the premise is that you can collect it."
You really want me to take action? Elder Wood, you are right!
Grete took a deep breath, and suddenly his aura was full. Even though he was a doctor, he was already very familiar with quarreling with students, junior doctors, patients, and family members. Now he stood outside the discussion table,
As soon as he opened his mouth, there was unexpected silence on the other side:
"Whoever pollutes it, cleans it up. Whoever draws the water, pays. - Those workshops along the river, those who draw water from the river and dump garbage into the river, all have to pay, who has any objections?!"