Chapter 555: Earthquake

Cheng was already convinced by Baifeng's words; at the very least, it was now certain that the future path for the Huaxia Ministry of Education would be very easy to walk, as Baifeng had already arranged everything properly, and in the process, the selection of future talent for several other ministries had also been settled.

"Yi, the problem of population shortages in your Ministry of Health will be gradually filled. In the future, I think you need to have closer ties with the teaching at the Advanced School. First, teach the students theoretical knowledge, and then you must also let the students truly come into contact with patients while they are still in school, so they know what truly treating an illness should be like."

"As for the training of doctors, after graduation, they should first intern at the Huaxia City Central Hospital for one year, focusing primarily on learning. All treatments can only be done as an assistant; they will have no actual authority to treat. After one year, they will be directly sent down to the towns."

"The household registration placement for our entire Huaxia City must also change. At that time, we will use the form of communities to replace the Production Teams, which no longer have any practical meaning. At that time, every community must send one community doctor. Small illnesses and minor problems that they can solve, they will solve themselves; if they cannot solve them, then they will be sent to the Central Hospital. Otherwise, if everyone comes over for a heatstroke or frostbite, it will not only increase your pressure for no reason, but it will also occupy the opportunities of those with more serious illnesses."

Although Yi was the highest leader of the Ministry of Health, when it came to the entire field of medicine in Huaxia, Baifeng's word was final. Moreover, Baifeng was very clear about the current difficulties of the Huaxia Hospital, so there was no need for Yi to list any data. He had a grasp of everything himself; Yi only needed to execute it.

Regarding Baifeng's policy, Yi agreed without a second word and asked excitedly: "Master, when shall we begin execution?"

Baifeng did not say much: "This meeting has already resolved it for you all."

Subsequently, Baifeng bypassed the Ministry of Health and pointed his spearhead directly at the Ministry of Personnel: "Ministry of Personnel, you manage the promotion and selection of officials in Huaxia, so you must be the department that requires the most justice. You must never have any selfishness, providing convenience to your own relatives and friends, or giving them official positions, do you understand? There are some people—I won't explicitly say who—that the Ministry of Justice is already investigating. This originally should have been the Ministry of Personnel's own business, but now the Ministry of Justice has intervened."

"Because this is a grand assembly and we are discussing issues concerning how Huaxia will develop in the future, I won't say much more now. In any case, after the assembly ends, it is best to go to the Ministry of Justice to confess yourself; you may see your punishment reduced depending on your situation. If you still haven't woken up and continue waiting, thinking that they won't be able to investigate you, then just wait and see..."

Below, several people were already wringing their hands, their heads lowered, and sweat began to bead on their foreheads. Among them were not only people from the Ministry of Personnel.

"Speaking of the Ministry of Personnel, we must also talk about this issue with the Ministry of War."

Xiong suddenly raised his head, glaring around at his colleagues. Could it be that they had also done these things?

Seeing Xiong like this, Baifeng hurriedly pacified him: "Xiong, don't be anxious. It isn't that your Ministry of War has a problem, but rather that the reform your Ministry of War is about to undergo has a great deal to do with the Ministry of Personnel."

Only then did Xiong's expression relax, and his eyes became kind again.

"The current management of the Ministry of War is relatively chaotic. When carrying out missions, captains are temporarily drafted and temporarily arranged to command. Although they only look at ability and seniority, they have not been given clear authority and treatment. Now, we must focus on solving these problems. As far as the current Huaxia is concerned, the only ones in danger are the Ministry of War."

"In the future, the Ministry of War must follow the system of Army, Division, Brigade, Regiment, Battalion, Company, Platoon, and Squad. In the future, it will be four thousand people to an Army, two thousand to a Brigade, one thousand to a Regiment, five hundred to a Brigade, one hundred to a Company, fifty to a Platoon, and ten to a Squad. Of course, this is calculated according to the current number of soldiers in Huaxia. If the number of soldiers is greater in the future, this personnel configuration will still be changed."

"Currently, Huaxia only has one Army, and the number is still insufficient. This year, my requirement for your Ministry of War is to assemble one full Army for me! It must be at full strength, and not a single person can be missing, do you understand?"

Xiong stood up and gave a military salute: "Yes!"

"Each position has both a primary and a deputy role. The Ministry of War will abolish the previous titles such as Minister and Vice Minister, and they will be called Army Commander and Deputy Army Commander. The positions below will follow this logic. Specific management is also calculated from high to low. When the Ministry of War reforms after the meeting ends, you must select people clearly. Pick the people carefully for me, and after the Ministry of Personnel audits them, I must audit everyone at the Battalion level and above once more."

"Finally, in normal times, they are called Army Commanders; in wartime, they are called Marshals. The deputy positions are called Generals. I, Baifeng, am the General Marshal of the entire Ministry of War. Whether in war or in peace, I am the General Marshal!"

The entire Ministry of War stood up immediately and saluted: "General Marshal!" The sound was so resonant and the momentum so great that the entire room began to shed dust and even shake.

Even the people from the Ministry of War were a bit puzzled: Is our voice that loud?

After being stunned for two seconds, Baifeng's expression changed drastically, and then he shouted loudly: "Earthquake, run!"

Subsequently, he stood up and quickly began to run outside, not forgetting to grab Yulong and pull him up, then anxiously went to find Changle.

However, after shaking for a few seconds, it stopped immediately. The entire house didn't even shed much dust.

But Baifeng was still very afraid. The shadow that earthquakes had cast upon him had long been carved into his bones. When he was young, he had once heard a classmate tell him about a scene his grandmother had described during an earthquake: the earth splitting open, even the sky splitting open, shaking so much that people couldn't stand. The word "earthquake" was also etched into his brain, and he even wanted to experience what an earthquake felt like himself.

However, not long after, as if it were a programmed procedure, there was an earthquake. He remembered very clearly that it was the eighth day of the fourth month of the Agricultural Calendar, because there would be a temple fair, and schools would give everyone a holiday to go play.

That day, he was taking a nap at home when he suddenly felt it start to shake. The iron lock on the door clattered. His mother picked him up and ran, running all the way to an open space. He also saw with his own eyes the scene of earth and stone collapsing on the slope opposite, and the fear brought by the violent shaking left him at a loss. Later, his mother told him that it was an earthquake.

Their village basically suffered no disaster. Some families had tiles fall off. An elder in one family said he thought it was the devils' airplanes dropping eggs. That night, he also spent the night with all the children in a large tent made of plastic in the largest open space in the village.

It was just that, on a piece of land far away, the casualties were countless, becoming a deep scar in everyone's hearts.

In the years that followed, Baifeng experienced several more minor earthquakes, but every single time, it stimulated Baifeng's soul, filling him with fear for the two words "earthquake."