Rome Must Perish-Chapter 313 - 192: Medical, Legal, Kitchen, and Newlyweds

"I understand," said Maximus decisively. "The medical staff at the Medical Camp and the craftsmen from the Public Works Department, as well as the teachers from the Cultivation Department, all have their lands helped to be cultivated by the Reserve Tribe Members, and the tribe also pays them a salary."

"The leader is so considerate for us medical staff!" Horace complimented, then continued, "I also have a suggestion. Each village in our tribe should have a clinic in the future, and these medical staff from the Medical Department can be stationed in these clinics to be responsible for treating the tribesmen. Patients need to pay a certain fee, and the money obtained goes to the tribe to purchase linen, herbs, instruments, and other materials needed for medical treatment..."

"Hmm, this suggestion is good," Maximus nodded and said, "but the name clinic sounds small; let’s call it a hospital. Regarding building hospitals, you can discuss it with Capito. However, one thing to note is that the village where the Political Affairs Hall is located is the center of the entire tribe, and also the center of all future hospitals. Therefore, the hospital here needs to be built large, gathering doctors with high medical skills and nurses with strong caregiving abilities from the original Medical Camp to primarily treat complex illnesses and frequently exchange and learn to improve the medical level of our entire tribe.

Only doctors who study at this hospital and pass assessment, being judged as medically competent, can be dispatched to work in hospitals in other villages... Let your subordinate Ikechiu take charge of this central large hospital. All hospitals must be under the jurisdiction of your Medical Department. If there is a problem in any hospital, the tribe will first look to your Medical Department for responsibility.

In addition... hospitals can charge fees, but the price for treating tribe patients cannot be high, and for treating soldiers wounded in battle, the hospital must be free."

"Leader, you consider everything thoroughly, and the Medical Department will develop a more comprehensive plan according to these proposals and implement it as soon as possible."

Maximus nodded and asked again, "Any other suggestions?"

Having calmed down after being criticized before, Sidonius stood up and said, "Leader, the relevant decrees concerning theft, debt, fighting, harming others, rape, and adultery... previously submitted to the Political Affairs Hall and discussed and passed by everyone, our Legal Department will, according to your requirements, engrave these common decrees concerning the life of the tribesmen onto wooden boards within two days and stand them outside the main hall for the tribesmen to view and understand."

Maximus stated seriously, "I heard that Rome once engraved its City State decrees on 12 bronze pillars and stood them in the square for the public to understand. Our tribe is newly established and cannot be that luxurious. Engraving them on wooden boards can achieve the same effect.

We make decrees not because we like to punish people, but to maintain tribe order. Therefore, your Legal Department must not only engrave wooden boards and erect wooden boards, but also frequently send subordinates to those tribesmen who can’t read to explain the decrees so that everyone knows the law and understands the law. In this way, those who violate the decrees will naturally decrease, the lives of the tribesmen will be more stable, and your Legal Department will be more relaxed."

"Yes, the leader is right," Sidonius responded.

Just as he sat down, Acronis stood up, "Leader, I also have a problem here. Now everyone has been allocated houses and lands, but our kitchen people are still cooking for the tribesmen. How long will this continue?"

Maximus responded calmly, "The reason I called you to today’s Political Affairs Hall meeting is precisely to discuss this issue with you. Although most tribesmen have been allocated houses, they currently lack things in their homes and cannot cook by themselves, so for a period of time, your kitchen still needs to cook collectively for everyone, and they will come to collect it in batches..."

While speaking, Maximus glanced at the Agricultural Officer, and Volenus immediately interjected, "The leader discussed with me that for tribesmen to cook for themselves, they need stoves, firewood, cookware, and ingredients.

I have seen those houses, and the Segestica people’s stove is the fire pit in the center of the house. Tribesmen can use it after a little cleaning, wood can be chopped in the mountains by themselves, and ingredients can be distributed daily by the tribe until next autumn’s harvest... These are not problems; the only problem is the cookware.

The iron baking pans used for baking bread, apart from the dozen in your kitchen, have no extras. The large clay pots used for making soup, porridge, and stewing meat were previously collected from every household in two villages, but during transportation, some were damaged, and now there are not enough to give to each household..."

Acronis protested discontentedly, "How could you be so careless and manage to ruin such important large clay pots? When will every household have good large clay pots and baking pans?!"

Capito took the initiative to respond, "The pottery workshop making clay pots and the iron workshop making baking pans, these two workshops need four or five months to be built well and capable of making good things. But I can assure you that every tribal household will have a new set of cookware before next autumn’s harvest."

Acronis turned her eyes, then said, "Since the tribe has difficulties now, our kitchen is willing to continue cooking for everyone, but they won’t have time to cultivate the land—"

"Since your previous subordinates are doing things for everyone, their lands can temporarily be farmed by the Reserve Tribe Members," Maximus said.

"Will they be paid a salary?"

"Unlike those teachers, doctors, and craftsmen, this is a temporary job. After a few months, they can return home to take care of their own affairs, so the matter of paying a salary is not considered."

"What about those Reserve Tribe Members? They don’t have their own houses and need long-term collective cooking from the kitchen. Will those cooking personnel be paid a salary?"

"We have considered this issue. Cooking isn’t very difficult; we can select a portion of people from among the Reserve Tribe Members to learn with your subordinates. Once they are familiar with it, your subordinates can completely disengage and focus on their own affairs."

"Uh... I have no more questions," Acronis somewhat sorrowfully thinking of the team she led for more than a year soon to be disbanded, said, "It’s just that we’re cooking in your courtyard, causing a lot of oil smoke everywhere, it smells unpleasant, and with so many people blocking the entrance to collect food every day, it’s chaotic... really will affect your sleep and work!"

Maximus smiled, "Our tribe is newly established, and everyone is making efforts, all wanting the tribe to operate normally as soon as possible. As long as it’s beneficial to the tribe, I don’t feel it troublesome at all; I’m rather glad that this main hall can contribute to the tribe."

"Leader, with you here, our tribe will surely prosper soon!" Acronis blurted out.

This sounded comfortable... Maximus lightly coughed twice and asked, "Does anyone else have other suggestions?"

No one spoke again.

After so long a discussion of this and that, it finally came to an end!... Maximus pondered for a while, feeling that every aspect of the tribe he prepared to discuss and mention beforehand had been addressed. Finally, he completely relaxed, and his stomach immediately growled.

"We’ve been discussing for so long, it’s already dark outside, and everyone must be hungry, right? Acronis, is there any food left?"

"Of course, I saved it all for you!" Acronis replied immediately.

"See, you’re quite a competent Chief of Internal Affairs!" Maximus’s compliment made Acronis feel much better.

After dinner, everyone dispersed, leaving only Chief of Internal Affairs Acronis still in the hall, watching Maximus slumped on a wooden chair continuously belching. After hesitating for a while, she softly reminded, "Leader, Nexia is still waiting for you in the bedroom."

Oh, I’m a married man now... Maximus suddenly remembered, his heart both nervous and expectant, he stood up by the wooden table, took a few steps out, then realized he had no time to roam his residence due to the tribe’s relocation today, turned back, and asked, "Where’s the bedroom?"

Acronis held a torch, leading Maximus to the bedroom door.

The half-open door let out a light. Maximus gulped and gently pushed open the door.

The room contained only a large wooden bed, making it seem very spacious. On the floor beside the bed were two red candles, captured by the rebel army during their time in Italy, now almost depleted. Nexia had changed from her usual plain clothes into a colorful long dress, lying flat on the bed, her body curves more pronounced...

Maximus gulped and walked in.

Nexia, possibly having fallen asleep due to a long wait, lay motionless, the flickering candlelight illuminating her beautiful face, her moist red lips especially alluring...

Maximus couldn’t help bending down, but he suddenly paused, turning to beckon to Acronis standing at the door.

Acronis grudgingly turned and left.

Maximus then continued his previous action, but just as their enticing red lips were within reach, Nexia suddenly opened her bright eyes, gazing at him passionately, and softly said, "Leader, you made me wait for so long!"

The words seemed like a complaint but were more like a confession of longing for Maximus over the past year, stirring ripples in his heart.

Before he could respond, Nexia swiftly extended her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and eagerly kissed him...

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In the main hall, Maximus regarded the young man before him, "Are you Rochemnix, the second son of Karsipengpas?"

"My father is often at sea, and the village matters are managed by my elder brother. Father said to send someone trustworthy to live long-term in your village, so he sent me. Don’t be fooled by my youth; I am quite capable!" The youth puffed up his chest and emphasized loudly.