You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 272 Soldiers! They must have a sense of honor!

Roman emphasized food hygiene and urged his residents to drink more hot water.

Regardless of the circumstances, whether male or female, young or old.

Drink more hot water!

The large kitchen model greatly saves fuel, and boiling water is very convenient. There are always pots and stoves specifically for boiling water, and the supply of boiling water is unlimited. Many workers like to use wooden buckets to fetch water from the large kitchen after work and keep it at home for later use.

However, this is an exception.

Because ordinary people in the Middle Ages couldn't afford boiled water.

The saying goes, "firewood, rice, oil, and salt," with firewood being the most important element.

For most people at the bottom of society, life isn't about living, it's about surviving. Fuel is also one of the heavy burdens on these farmers.

Let alone firewood, even wheat straw is a form of wealth.

Wheat straw was not used for burning, but was used to fill sacks or woven into straw mats to be laid on beds as bedding.

Therefore, Roman chose the large kitchen model in order to save fuel and time.

Therefore, the mortality rate from illness in Origin City is extremely low.

Drinking hot water really helps!
However, it cannot prevent all diseases.

After a great disaster there will be a great epidemic.

Environmental pollution, virus breeding, and mosquito transmission.

Flood relief workers are constantly immersed in water, which lowers their immunity and makes them susceptible to various bacterial infections.

There are just too many ways for diseases to spread.

When Roman finished his flood relief efforts, before he could even catch his breath, he discovered that an infectious disease was spreading within the flood relief team.

Fever, diarrhea, blood rash, malaria... these diseases can easily take a person's life.

Roman was very distressed.

The only option is to isolate them to prevent the disease from spreading further.

He dragged his weary body back to Origin City, opened the warehouse, and took out thousands of kilograms of garlic.

Onions, ginger, and garlic are the main seasonings in Origin City.

After all, in this era without chili peppers and precious spices, Roman could only grow a few kinds of seasonings.

This batch of garlic was harvested in May or June, with a yield of only 300 jin per mu. However, Roman planted 400 mu. For a vegetable that can be used as a seasoning, the more the better, so there is a large amount stored in the warehouse, which is more than enough to produce allicin.

He hurriedly made several copper stills.

Finally, the allicin obtained by distillation is distributed and taken orally. It has mild side effects, but it is effective in resisting various bacterial diseases.

In this day and age, it can be called a miracle drug.

Roman hadn't made allicin in the past simply because he hadn't thought of it.

More crops are better than any miracle drug.

Roman breathed a sigh of relief as he watched those who had fever and diarrhea gradually recover.

He taught the hospital staff this distillation process. Allicin cannot be stored for a long time, but it can be kept on hand every day and incorporated into the medical system. In the event of an infectious disease outbreak in livestock farms, allicin can also be used to enhance their resistance.

He recruited five hundred apostles last time, including many converted nuns and priests.

These are the people he can rely on.

Especially since the nuns already possessed basic medical skills and various life skills, Roman was not wrong to spread their knowledge.

The infectious disease at the flood control camp has now infected more than a thousand people.

People will definitely die; allicin is not a panacea.

But as long as the mortality rate can be reduced, a one percent mortality rate is acceptable.

After doing all this, Roman felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and could barely keep his eyes open.

Now that the situation was settled, he handed over the remaining trivial matters to others, returned to Origin Manor, took a hot bath with the help of a maid, went back to his room and fell asleep. He vaguely felt someone adjust his position and cover his abdomen with a blanket, so he slept more comfortably and had no intention of waking up. At this point, even if someone stabbed him a few times with a knife, he would be too lazy to care.

……

Roman woke up ravenously hungry. It was noon, and he must have slept since yesterday afternoon.

Roman got up and went to the hall, where he found the knights and witches there.

“You’ve slept for almost a day and a night,” Green said. “We’ve done a great job this time, shouldn’t you reward us properly?”

"Reward me! Give me whatever you want." Roman sat in the main seat, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Really?"

"fake."

Just kidding, we can't start this trend, otherwise the nature of the situation will change.

Roman thought for a moment, "I'll give all of you a medal of honor in a while."

“I sent it myself,” he emphasized.

Are medals of honor more motivating than material possessions?
Soldiers! They must have a sense of honor!

Instead of shamelessly begging for favors like Green did.

"That's it?" Green looked disgusted.

Which medal wasn't awarded by you personally?
Jet, Dick, and Aaron all watched Roman silently.

Those in positions of authority should fulfill their responsibilities.

They always had to fight for some benefits for their men, after all, they had all come from mud and water, and which soldier didn't have blisters and bloodstains, their skin rubbed raw?

“Alright,” Roman rubbed his head, “an extra bar of soap every month.”

Soldiers were originally allotted only two bars of soap per month, so they had to use them sparingly. Therefore, this increase is quite significant, representing a direct increase of one-half.

"Two dollars!" Green bargained.

“That’s impossible… Sigh, I’ll give you an extra set of clothes this fall,” Roman sighed.

Maintaining an army is a bottomless pit.

Especially in professional armies, everything from food and drink to toileting needs to be taken care of.

Five thousand sets of clothes, made with solid materials and of excellent quality.

One set of clothes provided to a soldier is equivalent to three sets of clothes given to a civilian—farmers go shirtless when they go to fight floods, just in case their clothes wear out, and they have to take off their clothes every time they do heavy work.

But military-grade equipment needs to be thicker and more wear-resistant.

These are chaotic times, and the price of those textile raw materials has tripled.

That's nearly a thousand gold coins thrown into the water, and whether they can even be bought is another matter.

Since Roman made the promise, he had to find a way to fulfill it.

He planted 200 mu of cotton this year. If he can get 30 jin per mu, he'll be considered successful. Plus, with the wool from the livestock farm, it shouldn't be too difficult.

After all, sending the clothes once is enough.

If you give them four bars of soap every month, it's like constantly bleeding them dry. Once that becomes the norm, there's no way to reduce their benefits.

Soldiers are already receiving salaries, so giving them too much compensation is not a good thing.

At this moment, Jimmy arrived at the manor and exclaimed with delight upon seeing Roman, "Master, you've finally woken up!"

Roman tapped his head. "By the way, Jimmy, are you done with your work?"

"Sir, as you instructed, I will give each flood relief worker a blank slip of paper."

"That's good." Roman nodded. "Um... based on the IOU, give each of them five bars of soap, and say it's a reward from me."

"Five dollars?" Jimmy exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, go ahead and get it,” Roman said generously.
On the first day, he mobilized 7,000 people, and on the second and third days, he gathered even more people, totaling 10,000 people, plus another 5,000 soldiers. It can be said that he brought his mobilization capacity to the extreme.

Because it wasn't just men, Roman also had the residents' department select a large number of physically fit women to help carry soil and stones.

It's time to give feedback.

(End of this chapter)