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

Chapter 87 Let's do business together!

"Elder? Bishop? What are they doing here?"

Mage Gehrman was stunned.He naturally came up with a thought: these two went back and forth, I'm afraid it's not him, but little Grete, right?
"Tell...Gret to go with us and meet the guests!"

He gave an order, and Gretel hurried downstairs when he received the news.As soon as he stepped into the hall, he heard two people laughing at each other in the reception room.The bald-headed bishop was full of anger, Elder Erwin's volume was not high, but his sentence was clear, and it pierced his heart:

"How did you come?"

"Didn't you come too!"

"I'm here to find my apprentice! How about you?"

"Is it necessary to run to the village to find an apprentice, and then sneak back?"

"Didn't you also enter the city with the great priest, and then sneak back back!"

"—I can't shake that old man away?"

"It's not the old man you want to get rid of, it's me! Don't even think about it, little Gretel is my disciple!"

Gretel glanced at Mage Gehrman and lowered his head silently.Teacher, Lord Bishop, can you please stop arguing in the Mage Tower - in front of Mage Gehrman, it's too embarrassing!
His Excellency the Master was also a little surprised.Are you really looking for Gretel?This little guy, a newly promoted first-level priest and a mage apprentice, actually made the two leaders of the church 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 brought Gretel inside.The sound in the reception room was immediately silenced, and the two healers sat facing each other with a smile, looking like they were not bickering at all before.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to bother you again." The bald-headed bishop said without any embarrassment on his face, and sat struttingly on the sofa.With two long legs stretched out, one person occupies the position of two people:
"We're here to discuss what happened yesterday... Little Grete, the plan to clean up the city yesterday, the part you didn't finish, continue!"

Gretel's eyes lit up.He did stay up late last night to finish writing the plan, but when he would go to the teacher and how to persuade him, he still had no idea.Who knows, before he took the initiative to look for it, the opportunity came to the door!
"Sir Bishop, teacher," he stopped and bowed slightly: "Wait a moment, I'll show the two of you the plan-"

"You actually wrote it down? Hurry up!"

Grete ran up to the second floor with a thud, and then ran down again, with an extra scroll in his hand.Handing it forward, the left, right, and front, three hands grabbed at the same time, and one person grabbed a corner of the paper.

Gretel: "..." It's over, who should I give it to?

There is no copier in this world.

Master Gehrman immediately relieved his embarrassment.Master Mage squeezed the paper tightly, glared at him, and flicked his eyes outward:
"Go get two more papers! Replica!"

Oh oh, copywriting... or you could call it copying.How did I forget this spell!Master Mage, you are so kind, willing to act as a human flesh copier in person!
Grete ran away, and after a while, brought a pile of papers from the library next to him.With a wave of Master Gehrman's hand, one plan was changed to two, and two to four. In an instant, in the small reception room, everyone had one copy.

Master Gehrman deliberately took care of him, and even Gretel's share did not fall.The bigwigs were reading attentively, and Gretel sat upright, posing as if he were defending a dissertation, ready to answer questions anytime, anywhere.

"Huh?" The first to exclaim was the bald bishop: "Can you make money doing this kind of thing?"

"You just want to spend money, right?" Elder Erwin laughed at him.Turning his head and explaining to Gretel:

"When this guy was a child, his whole family died from the plague, and he was the only one who was adopted by the temple. When you talk about cleaning up the streets, you can suppress the plague or something. Others don't care, he cares the most."

Gretel nodded.Beside the elder, Master Gehrman turned over another page of the plan and pondered softly:
"Compost? Decomposed? It needs to be treated like this to fertilize? No wonder I heard them say that manure can't be used...

So how big should the compost pit be?
I still need to ventilate below, how is this done?
Also, when to fertilize and how much to apply per acre?
Little Gretel, how did you write so vaguely? "

"Because I know this..." Gretel was about to cry without tears.He is a medical major, not an agronomy major, and that's what it seems in the novel.The predecessors of the starting point, the masters of historical literature, why don't you write in detail...

"Okay, let's try these things." Elder Erwin said.The priests of the natural gods roam the countryside on a daily basis, and they often teach farmers how to cultivate, but now there is only one more topic.Even if the input and output are almost the same, the power of faith gained from this is the net profit of the sect:
"Anyway, it's right to use manure to increase production. This business can make money."

"Then do it together!" The bald bishop and Mage Gehrman said in unison.They looked at each other and smiled, and just as they were about to start discussing the specific allocation, a discordant voice hurried in:
"Can't be in such a hurry!" Grete leaned forward, put his hands on his knees, and spoke quickly and quickly:
"How to dig a pit, how to compost, when to apply fertilizer, and how much to apply is the best way to increase production. All these have to be taught to farmers. Otherwise, farmers won't listen, and they will reluctantly suppress it. There will be trouble!"

Speaking of this, his face darkened and he was a little uneasy.The elder nodded: "Yes, it will take at least a year to try out the method."

"But the sooner the streets are cleared, the better..." Grete spoke a little faster, his right hand close to his waist tightly clutching the purse, his palm wet:
"Teacher, Your Excellency Mage, Lord Bishop... Can you think of a way to start the clean-up work first?"

The more Gretel spoke, the more guilty he became.A project starts with an investment of a few hundred gold coins. It is estimated that it will cost more than a thousand. The return on investment will take a year to see. God knows that the cost can be recovered in a few years, and even whether it can be recovered depends on the experimental results... This kind of project is used to convince investors. , I'm afraid I won't give you a full package?
And the sincerity he can give and the early investment he can take out are only—

"If you need money..."

Gretel's right hand stretched forward.With a bang, the purse that the city owner, Viscount Joan, gave yesterday, landed on the table as it was.

"Hey—how can you use your child's money?" Mage Gehrman immediately stopped him.Elder Erwin reached out and stopped:
"No, let him out."

"what?"

"This business is his share." The bald-headed bishop also responded and said without hesitation.He unbuttoned the purse and placed it on the table with a ding ding:
"Except for Little Great, the three of us contribute equally and share the benefits equally."

"Equal distribution is not appropriate." Elder Erwin shook his head:
"Experiment with how to compost, how to fertilize, and teach farmers. Only we can do this, and those who farm, only trust us."

"We are responsible for convincing the city lord!" The bald bishop said without showing weakness: "I will contact the city guards to do the cleaning of the streets, and they have to be counted!"

"The Mage Tower can provide fields." Mage Gehrman interjected in a race against time.The bald bishop snorted: "Field? Tenant? We have it too!"

"We can also convince the city lord!"

"It's just the city guards, who can't make it right?"

"The Mage Tower will account for [-]%!"

"Twenty-and-a-half percent at most! Otherwise, I'll find another home!"

A harmonious and friendly academic discussion turned into a business field of blowing beards and staring, clapping the table and arguing.Moreover, there is no technical content, the kind of street vendors bargaining.

Gretel was stunned.

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