Master Gehrman was stunned. He naturally came up with an idea: these two people came back again, maybe it wasn't him they were looking for, but little Gretel, right?
"Tell...Grete to go with us to greet the guests!"
He gave the order, and Gretel hurried downstairs after receiving the news. As soon as he stepped into the hall, he heard two people laughing at each other in the reception room. The bald bishop was full of anger, and Elder Erwin's voice was not high, but he could understand every sentence.
It is so clear that it goes straight to the core of one’s heart:
"Why are you here?"
"Aren't you here too!"
"I'm here to find my apprentice! Where are you?"
"To find an apprentice, do you need to run to the village and then sneak back?"
"Didn't you also go into the city with the high priest and then sneak back back?"
"——How can I get rid of that old man?"
"It's not the old man you want to get rid of, it's me! Don't even think about it, little Grete is my disciple!"
Gretel glanced at Master Herman and lowered his head silently. Teacher, Bishop, can you please stop arguing in the Master Tower - it's so embarrassing in front of Master Herman!
The mage was also a little surprised. Did he really come to see Gretel? This little guy, a newly promoted first-level priest and mage apprentice, actually made the two church leaders treat each other differently, and even regarded him as a collaborator! In this case
, the treatment given to him by the Mage Tower cannot be too low...
He quietly took two steps back, coughed, and then led Gretel inside. The sound in the reception room was immediately silenced, and the two healers sat facing each other with a smile, as if they had not been bickering before.
"Mr. Master, I'm sorry to disturb you again." The bald bishop said, without any trace of embarrassment on his face. He sat struttingly on the sofa. With his two long legs stretched out, one person took up two
Personal location:
"We are here to discuss yesterday's matter... Little Gretel, yesterday's plan to clean up the city, continue talking about the part you haven't finished yet!"
Gretel's eyes lit up. He did stay up late last night and finished writing the plan, but he didn't know when to go to the teacher or how to convince him. Who knew, before he took the initiative to find the teacher, the opportunity would come to his door!
"Master Bishop, teacher," he stopped and bowed slightly: "Wait for a moment, I will show you the plan -"
"You actually wrote it down? Come on, come on!"
Gretel ran up to the second floor with a bang, and then ran down again. There was a roll of paper in his hand. He passed it forward, left, right, and front, and three hands grabbed it at the same time, and one person grabbed a corner of the paper.
Gretel: "..." It's over, who should I give it to?
There are no copy machines in this alien world.
Master Gehrman immediately relieved him of his embarrassment. The master held the paper tightly, glared at him, and flicked his eyes outward:
"Go get two more pieces of paper! Copying Technique!"
Oh, text copying... or it can be called photocopying. How could I forget this spell! Master Mage, you are so kind, you are willing to act as a human copy machine yourself!
Gretel ran away, and after a while, he brought a pile of papers from the library next to him. Master Herman waved his hand, and one plan book became two, and two plans turned into four. In an instant, a small reception room was opened.
Here, everyone has a copy.
Master Gehrman deliberately took care of it, and even Grete's share was not left behind. The big brothers were each concentrating on reading, while Grete sat upright, assuming the posture of a thesis defense, ready to answer questions anytime and anywhere.
"Huh?" The first one to exclaim was the bald bishop: "Can you still make money by doing this kind of thing?"
"You only think about spending money, right?" Elder Erwin laughed at him. He turned to Gretel and explained:
"When this guy was a child, his whole family died in the plague, and he was the only one who was adopted by the temple. You mentioned that cleaning up the streets can suppress the plague, etc. Others don't care, but he cares the most."
Grete nodded. Beside the elder, Master Hermann turned another page of the plan and muttered softly:
"Compost? Mature? Must it be treated in this way before fertilizing? No wonder I heard them say that manure cannot be used...
So how big should the compost pit be?
We still need to ventilate the bottom, how do we do this?
Also, when should fertilizer be applied and how much should be applied per acre?
Little Gretel, why are you writing so vaguely?"
"Because I know this..." Gretel was on the verge of crying but had no tears. He majored in medicine, not agriculture, and this was something he only saw in novels. Seniors from Qidian, masters of historical literature.
, why don’t you write more details...
"Okay, let's try these things." Elder Erwin interfaced. Priests of the Church of Nature travel around the countryside every day, and they often teach farmers how to farm, but now there is just one more subject. Even if investment and
The output is relatively flat, and the power of faith gained from this is also the sect’s net profit:
"No matter what, the principle of using manure to increase production is right. This business can make money."
"Then let's do it together!" The bald bishop and Master Gehrman said in unison. They looked at each other and smiled, and just as they were about to start talking about the specific quota, a discordant voice hurriedly interrupted:
"Can't be so hasty!" Gretel leaned forward, put his hands on his knees, and spoke quickly:
"How to dig a hole, how to compost, when to apply fertilizer, and how much fertilizer to apply to increase yields are the best. Only by trying out the best methods can we teach the farmers. Otherwise, the farmers will not listen and will force them to do it."
There will be trouble!"
At this point, his face darkened and he was slightly uneasy. The elder nodded: "Yes, it will take at least a year to try out the method."
"But the faster we clean up the streets, the better..." Gretel spoke a little faster, holding the money bag tightly with his right hand close to his waist, his palms wet:
"Teacher, Your Excellency the Master, Your Majesty the Bishop...can you think of a way to start the cleanup work first?"
The more Gretel talked about it, the more he felt guilty. A project that starts with an investment of a few hundred gold coins is estimated to cost more than a thousand. The return on investment will not be seen until a year later. God knows how many years it will take to recover the cost, and whether it can even be recovered depends on the experimental results...
If you use this kind of project to convince investors, are you afraid that you will be left with a lot of money?
And the sincerity he could give and the initial investment he made was only——
"If you need money..."
Grete stretched out his right hand forward. With a clang, the bag of money rewarded by the city lord Viscount Joann yesterday fell on the table unchanged.
"Eh - how can you use your child's money?" Master Gehrman stopped him immediately. Elder Erwin stretched out his hand to stop him:
"No, let him out."
"What?"
"This business is his share." The bald bishop also responded and responded without hesitation. He took off his money bag and put it on the table with a clank:
"Except for Little Grete, the three of us contribute equally and share the profits equally."
"Equal sharing is not appropriate." Elder Erwin shook his head:
"Experiment how to compost, how to apply fertilizer, and teach farmers. Only we can do this kind of thing, and those who farm only trust us."
"We are responsible for persuading the city lord!" the bald bishop said without any sign of weakness: "I will contact the city guards to clean up the streets, and they have to be counted on to do it!"
"The Mage Tower can provide fields." Master Gehrman interrupted quickly. The bald bishop snorted: "Fields? Tenant farmers? We have them too!"
"We can also convince the city lord!"
"It's just the city guards, who can't deal with it?"
"The Mage Tower will account for 30%!"
"Twenty-and-a-half percent at most! Otherwise, we'll find another company!"
The harmonious and friendly academic seminar suddenly turned into a business place filled with blows, slaps on the table and quarrels. Moreover, it was still a street vendor haggling with no technical content.