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

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

Master Gehrman was stunned. A thought came to his mind naturally: these two people were looking for little Gretel instead of him when they left and came back, right?

"Tell...Gretel to go with us to greet the guests!"

He gave the order, and Gretel hurried downstairs after receiving the news. As soon as I stepped into the hall, I heard two people laughing at each other in the reception room. The bald bishop was full of energy. Elder Erwin's voice was not high, but his words were clear and piercing the heart:

"Why are you here?"

"Aren't you here too!"

"I'm here to find my apprentice! What about 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 great 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 Gretel is my disciple!"

Grete glanced at Master Gehrman and lowered his head silently. Teacher, Lord Bishop, can you please stop arguing in the Mage Tower - it's so embarrassing in front of Master Gehrman!

The Master was also a little surprised. Are you really here to find Gretel? This little guy, a newly promoted first-level priest and mage apprentice, actually made the two church leaders treat him 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 smiles on their faces, as if they had not been arguing before.

"Mr. Master, I'm sorry to bother you again." The bald bishop said without any trace of embarrassment on his face as he sat on the sofa swaggeringly. With two long legs stretched out, one person occupies the space of two people:

"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 look for it, an 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 ran down again with a roll of paper in his hand. Passing it forward, three hands grabbed it from the left, right, and front 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 copy machine in this strange world.

Master Gehrman immediately relieved him of his embarrassment. The mage pinched the paper tightly, glared at him, and flicked his eyes outward:

"Go get two more pieces of paper! Copy!"

Oh, text copying...or it can be called photocopying. How could I forget this spell! Master Mage, you are so kind that you are willing to act as a human copy machine!

Grete 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 became four. In an instant, everyone in the small reception room had a copy.

Master Gehrman deliberately took care of him, and even Gretel's share was not left behind. The bosses were each concentrating on their reading. 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?"

"Are you just thinking about spending money?" Elder Erwin laughed at him. He turned around and explained to Gretel:

"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."

Gretel nodded. Beside the elder, Master Gehrman turned over another page of the plan and muttered softly:

"Compost? Decomposed? Does it need to be treated like this before fertilizing? No wonder I heard them say that you can't use manure...

So how big should the compost pit be?

We still need to ventilate the lower part. How to do this?

Also, when should fertilizer be applied and how much should be applied per acre?

Little Grete, why do you write so vaguely? "

"Because I know this..." Gretel was on the verge of crying. He majored in medicine, not agriculture, but this was just from the novel. Seniors from Qidian, masters of historical literature, why don’t you write in more detail...

"Okay, let's try these things." Elder Erwin said. The priests of the Church of Nature travel around the countryside every day, and they often teach farmers how to farm, but now they have just one more subject. Even if the input and output are almost the same, the power of faith gained from this is the sect’s net profit:

"No matter what, 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 when they were about to talk about the specific quota, a discordant voice hurriedly interrupted:

"Can't be so hasty!" Grete 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. All these must be tried out and the best methods can be taught to farmers. Otherwise, farmers will not listen and will force them to do so. There will be trouble!"

At this point, his face darkened and he felt 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, the Bishop...can you think of a way to start the cleanup work first?"

The more Grete talked, the more guilty he became. A project starts with an investment of a few hundred gold coins and 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. Whether it can even be recovered depends on the experimental results... This kind of project is used to convince investors. , are you afraid that your head will be covered with baggage?

And the only sincerity and upfront investment he can give is——

"If you need money..."

Gretel stretched his right hand forward. With a clang, the bag of money rewarded by the city lord, Viscount Joan, yesterday, fell on the table unchanged.

"Eh - how can you use your child's money?" Master Herman 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 wallet and placed it on the table with a clank:

"Except for Little Gretel, the three of us contributed equally and the profits were equally shared."

"Equal sharing is not appropriate." Elder Erwin shook his head:

"Try how to compost and fertilize, 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 as part of it!"

"The Mage Tower can provide fields." Mage Gehrman interrupted urgently. 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 glares, slaps on the table and quarrels. Moreover, it still has no technical content, just like a street vendor bargaining for a price.

Gretel was stunned.

I lost five collections in one afternoon, it’s so...crying...don’t you all love me anymore?

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