Chapter 277 I Said You Should Pay, Who Has Any Objection? (Published to Update 35)

The high-level healer of the Temple of the Spring Goddess—Grete now knew that he was the high priest—had a dark face and said nothing. However, a nobleman stood up in the row behind him, bowed to the rostrum, and said respectfully:

"Dear great magicians. I have no intention of offending you, but out of my lofty faith, I have to ask:

It has always been the great goddess of springs, nourishing her people with clean water. Why is the project of providing drinking water not entrusted to the servants of the goddess? "

That's of course because - I'm not familiar with you!

Grete stood up straight on the spot, looking at his nose, his nose and his mouth, and his mouth and his heart, resolutely not speaking.

He is really not familiar with the Spring Goddess Temple. The Order of the God of Nature is our own home, and the War God Temple has always been a happy cooperation. As for the Spring Goddess Temple?

If Priest Donald hadn't left a good impression on him, this temple would have been a complete mess to Gretel.

Moreover, the faith of the Spring Goddess is the state religion of the kingdom, and every king level must be crowned by the Pope himself. The royal family and nobles are the natural sphere of influence of the temple. The children of the nobles, especially the second son, youngest son and daughter, will be sent to the Spring Goddess Temple for education as long as there is no special reason.

However, a place can only have one ruler. Relying on the Wang family's spring water temple, it was relegated to the corner in the city of mage, not attracting attention at all.

Grete walked all over the city of Nevis, and finally found a small goddess temple in the corner of the garden area. The area of ​​the entrance square is only slightly larger than the Temple of the Spring Goddess in Heartland City. 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, Gretel deliberately did not consider the spring water temple, and Gretel did it without any psychological pressure.

The judges also worked well with him. The great protection mage 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 always welcome priests of the Fountain Goddess to participate in this health plan. "

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 wanting to kick them out. Mr. Magician looked cheerful and nodded to Gret:

“In addition to clean drinking water programs, what else do you think needs to be done together in terms of public health?”

Well, public health is an interlocking system project. Grete really wanted to tell him everything he had learned in his previous life, or at least throw it away according to the version he had submitted to the council before. But now, he can only pick and choose and pick out the most important ones:

"More public restrooms."

"It is prohibited to defecate in the street and dump garbage randomly."

"Build a dedicated infectious disease hospital..."

When he said this, the official on the Budget Committee on the other side of the discussion table turned bitter. Behind the officials, a group of guys who looked like civilian affairs officers and a group of businessmen were all sighing. It was as if Grete wanted to cut a piece of flesh from them every time he talked about a project.

Maybe...that's the fact...

The review member from the Department of Change happily jotted down a few items and knocked on the table again. For a moment, Gretel'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 institution operation?"

The head of the Budget Committee was the first to stand up. His face was full of bitterness, his tone was respectful, but he didn't give in even an inch when he spoke:

"Dear Archmage. We admire the far-sightedness of the review committee and thank 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 levied or other sources of funding will have to be found. "

He bowed deeply and sat back down. And to his right, closest to the end of the discussion table and closest to the clerk, 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 something was wrong, and quickly put the cane back. Aurora Wharton seized this opportunity and whispered in his ear quietly:

"Bah, tax dog."

Tax...oh, the 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 tax officials before.

I don’t know if there are tax collectors in this era. If there are, the losses will be even greater...

But Aurora is now a level 5 mage and has become a disciple of the 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 uncomfortable.

As the tax officer spoke, the topic changed:

"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. .”

“What is a stove tax?”

Grete asked Aurora quietly. Wizard Wharton shrugged:

"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?

Gretel frowned. Two silver coins may not be too much, but considering that it is already the end of the year - the sudden need to collect all taxes is likely to interrupt the family's capital 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 Grete:

"Master 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's 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 guys are great too! As long as we are serious, we will definitely be able to collect it - besides, the money is also used for 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 worker 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 on the poor, it is equivalent to starving for a day. It may be that on this day, 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 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 even dare to risk it? Grete glanced up. I didn't see the person who was speaking, I just saw a group of people above them clapping their hands and thumbing up. There are still people who rely on the law and do not blame others, 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 an eyebrow. Grete 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 control others 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 operate on the person in front of you? Or at least give him a fight?

Forget it, I'm too timid to even show my head, and it's boring to argue with him. Grete did not directly protest and drag the person 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. Of course you have the right to make suggestions." The great magician of the Change Department 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!

Gretel took a deep breath, and suddenly his aura was full. Although he is a doctor, he has already become very familiar with quarreling with students, junior doctors, patients, and family members. Now he stood outside the discussion table and when he opened his mouth, there was unexpectedly silence on the other side:

"Whoever pollutes it will clean it up. Whoever draws the water will pay. - Those workshops along the river, who draw water from the river and dump garbage into the river, all have to pay. Who has any objections?!"

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