It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 275 GDP per capita, have you heard of it? (Push up to update 15)

Gretel held the speech script tightly and stood up slowly.

Bang bang, bang bang, my heart pounded in my chest, my breathing quickened, and my vest began to sweat faintly.It felt like seeing the ambulance door open, and the patient rushed in lying on the flat car, or like being on the second-line shift in the middle of the night, sleeping soundly, and the emergency phone rang beside the bed...

Gretel didn't need to press his own pulse, but he knew that his heartbeat must have soared to more than 120 beats per minute.

Oh, tachycardia.

Estimated to be sinus.

There is no way, it is so unsure to challenge opponents in the field that others are good at.

...But, that's worth it.

For the kids who died at 14, 15, 16.

For the sake of little Jenny and her mother, poor people who get water from polluted rivers and who will die of illness at some point.

For those low-level workers whose average life expectancy is appalling.

department of health;
Life depends on you!

Gretel stood up straight, turned, and saluted.Then, he took a deep breath and asked a question that he had prepared for a long time:

"Your Excellencies Archmages, distinguished healers, ladies and gentlemen. Before discussing the City Hall budget, I would like to ask a question:
A person, the most common and low-level citizen of Nevis, how much is his value in gold coins? "

There was a sudden silence in the conference hall.On the other side of the discussion table, the spokesperson of the budget committee curled his lips lightly, showing contempt.Two rows behind him, there were two small businessmen whispering: "What's the deal?"

"That is, how much are those untouchables worth?"

"One or two silver coins at most?"

"Not necessarily, if you die in a collision on the street, you still have to pay a few gold coins..."

Gretel pretended not to hear.He looked to the left, and on the rostrum, the high-ranking mages looked serious, showing displeasure; looking to the right, Elder Wood frowned, and his voice was like a bell:

"The great God of Nature teaches us that everyone is equal before nature."

Oh well, the teaching of the God of Nature does.The servants of the God of Nature never regard themselves as nobler than ordinary people.Gretel's eyes shifted slightly, and he looked beside Elder Wood...

"Under the glory of the God of War, every soldier is a brother."

The archbishop followed the interface.After a pause, the high-ranking healer of the Goddess of Spring Temple spoke reluctantly:
"The Goddess loves everyone with kindness."

Hmm, at least the clergy of the church still want to say "everyone is equal before God" on the surface.Of course, some people must be more equal than others, but several high-ranking priests spoke one after another, so at least no one dared to shout in front of their faces: How much are those untouchables worth?

Gretel smiled and bowed to them to express his thanks.Then, he turned to the rostrum and said calmly:

"I have checked the taxes of Nevis City. In the past ten years, the annual taxes of Nevis City have fluctuated between 100 million and 110 million gold coins. Considering that the prevailing tax rate is about one-tenth, that is to say, The value created by the residents of Nevis City every year is about 1000 million to 1100 million, with an average of 20 to 22 gold coins per person.

And considering that one quarter of the residents are boys and girls under the age of seven, unable to work, and about one tenth are exempted from work because of titles and official titles, the value created by each worker every year is 30 Between 34 gold coins. "

"You're not right!"

There was a shout from across the table.

Gretel turned his head and saw a man he didn't know standing in the fifth row opposite, that is, the last row.He didn't wear a badge, he couldn't feel the magic fluctuations, and he didn't look like a knight or warrior—maybe he was a businessman?
Gretel was still trying to figure out the other party's identity, the man tugged on the waffle collar hard, his stomach trembled, and he said eagerly:
"A water delivery worker can only earn 5 silver coins a month, a laundry woman worker earns three and a half silver coins a month, and a small worker in a workshop earns three silver coins a month in charge of food and shelter. You say they earn 30 silver coins a year To 34 gold coins, this is not right at all!"

Gretel sighed.What the businessman retorted was precisely the point he was about to make next:
"We all know that without a farmer's field, it is impossible to grow crops; without a worker's workshop, it is impossible to produce wool, leather and swords; without a fisherman, the fish in the sea will not go to the table; even, without dock workers , the goods can't grow legs, upload and disembark by themselves.

It is human beings, and only human labor can create value.We add the value of the wheat, bread, woolen cloth, glassware...all the things that a city produces every year, called the gross national product.The GNP divided by the number of workers is the output per capita.

The value that a laborer can create through his life's labor is equal to his value to the city and the country.I think that, as the ruler of a city, this is how Parliament should look at its people. "

"That makes sense." On the rostrum, a great magician with black eye circles and looking half asleep, nodded slightly.Gretel was slightly encouraged and continued:

"A laborer, starting from his ability to work, if he can work for 20 years, it is equivalent to creating 20 years of value. If he can continue to work for 30 years, it is equivalent to creating 30 years of value. But let us see Look, how many years can these poorest and lowest-class citizens work?"

Gretel walked out of his seat quickly and stood in front of the whiteboard beside the rostrum.Holding the manuscript paper in one hand, and raising the other hand to the whiteboard, the mage's tricks shined again, drawing a column chart on the whiteboard:

"According to the death data of the past 20 years, the average life expectancy of the nobles, wealthy, and mages in the Garden District is 59 years old.

Middle and high income earners are mainly low-level mages, scholars, and businessmen, with an average life expectancy of 42 years.

Low- and middle-income groups, mainly small traders, artisans, low-level clerks, shop assistants, etc., have an average life expectancy of 33 years.

And the low-income groups, that is, farmers, water delivery workers, laundry workers, dock workers, unskilled workshop workers, etc., their average life expectancy is—”

Gretel took a deep breath.He looked around, deliberately lengthened the pause between the two sentences, and looked at everyone who looked at him.It wasn't until the silence in the conference hall accumulated enough to suppress that he let out that long breath, and drew a shocking column on the whiteboard, only one-third of the length on the far left:
"--22 years old."

The entire conference hall shook violently.Then, the buzzing sound rolled up like a sea tide, flooding every seat:
"what?!"

"So short?"

"Only 22 years old?"

"Even if a child is born at the age of 14 and dies at the age of 22, the child is only 8 years old!"

"That's not the same as letting the child die—"

"Fake it? How could it be so bad..."

"That is, in my shop, there are four 50 years old craftsmen, several of them..."

Gretel lowered his eyebrows and stood quietly beside the whiteboard, listening to these messy discussions.When he first entered the death register, he was worried about those lives who died tragically at the age of fourteen, fifteen, seventeen or eighteen.However, when the statistics were finished and the calculation data was obtained, he still couldn't help but gasp.

The situation was worse than he expected.

Much worse.

22 years old.The average age of death is only 22 years old.You know, even in old China, before liberation, in such a miserable world, the average life expectancy of its citizens reached 35 years old...

What is 22 years old?
It's hell!
He waited quietly for a moment, raised the manuscript paper in his hand, and showed the audience the secret imprint on the paper.The great magician of the conjuration department raised his hand, and a magical brilliance flashed, and the mark of the Thunder Tower rose again, shining in the air.Immediately, a louder sound burst out, and it took a long time to dissipate.

Gretel looked up and waited.These data are not fabricated by him, the original records are sourced, and the calculation process is endorsed by Ta Ling, which can stand the investigation.He waited for the surroundings to gradually calm down, took a step, and made a sincere statement to the rostrum:

"The average age of death is 22 years old, that is to say, the time when a laborer can produce the greatest value is only 8 years. It is 15 years from 22 to 8 years old.

Even if they can live for one more year, this is equivalent to the time for him to create wealth, which has been extended from 8 years to 9 years, and the wealth of the entire society can be expected to increase by one-eighth.

Not to mention, more than half of the children from poor families die before the age of 6.That is to say, from gestation, to birth, to upbringing to the age of six, the social wealth during this period is wasted and has no value.It would be a great asset to society if their conditions could be improved so that more children would survive to adulthood!
Among other things, Nevis City is still recruiting people to work in the New World.The advance payment for each worker is between 20 and 25 gold coins—even if one more person lives to the age of 15, there will be 20 more gold coins! "

Gretel had been preparing for this passage for a long time.Merchants, workshop owners, and minor nobles may look at the wages of individual workers, but the Magic Parliament, as the ruler, must care about the gross national product, or the per capita gross national product.Even if they haven't formed a concrete concept, it's easy to break it down for them.

And to convince the people in power in this city, you only need to ask one question: if investing 1 gold coin in each person can produce 30 gold coins of social wealth, is it worthwhile?
When he said this, he temporarily stopped talking and waited quietly.Opposite the discussion table, in the auditorium, officials, nobles, and businessmen were talking, gesticulating, and discussing non-stop.On the rostrum, several great magicians discussed hurriedly for a while. The review member of the Protection Department flicked his fingers, and a grand bell rang immediately in the conference hall.

The hall quickly fell silent.The white-robed mage turned to Gretel with a serious look and a solemn tone:

"Master Gretel Nordmark, you have made a good point. However, if you want to persuade the parliament to increase investment, you need to explain one more point:
How much will this increase in investment help the lives and health of the citizens? "

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1842年英国工人的孩子有一半不满5岁死亡，伦敦工人、商人和贵族的平均死亡年龄，分别为22、33、44岁。

To be honest, I was also shocked when I found this data... I knew it was miserable, but I didn't know it was so miserable...

The next chapter is 5 minutes later!
(End of this chapter)