Chapter 238: Recruitment

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This evening, everyone had a great drink, because it was a celebration banquet, and also a welcome banquet for the village cadre team. If everyone worked together, they would work well in the future and do more with less.
The old accountant surnamed Lu, named Lu Aimin, was an educated youth who went to the countryside in that special era. For various reasons, he did not return to the city and settled in Wangjing Village in the form of a backward door.
In his life, he was unlucky and caught up with the last few years of going to the countryside. He later missed the opportunity to return to the city. Fortunately, his wife was very beautiful and kind. He was reluctant to leave.
He has knowledge and can write and calculate. In the past, when he ate big pots, he was the accountant in the village. Unfortunately, he would n’t work in the camp. He is still an accountant.
In addition to drinking, eating game, there is no special hobby.
No matter who is the village party secretary and who is the village chief, he has no dispute with the world and manages his own accounts with a smile, but whoever wants to do things in the account, that will not work ... Accounts are his bottom line, No one can cross the line.
So for so many years, the members of the village committee of Wangjing Village have never had problems with their accounts.
He has a good relationship with the old principal Wang Banli, and he has a good temperament. He often chats and drinks together.
After the winery broke up, Wang Ping'an sent the village party secretary and the old accountant home, and then returned to Taoyuan with the yellow dog.
When encountering dogs from the same village on the road, the big yellow dog will always rush to teach them how to be a humble and low-key dog.
The rhubarb dog's current size is indeed far more than any local dog, and the trend of evolutionary variation is very obvious.
A half-human tall dog is rare everywhere, and its muscles are very exaggerated, its limbs are strong and powerful, and its claws are sharp, like a wild animal in the mountain, full of wild breath.
Now the dogs in the village, even if they are hounds, are not their enemies.
"Sparrow, you need to be low-key."
"Wang Wang."
The big yellow dog promised to be very smooth, without any hesitation, but after entering Taoyuan, he quickly entered the barren mountain, I do n’t know what to do in the mountain.
The next day, the village started recruiting workers for the herbal medicine industry to prepare for the wasteland development.
Adult men cost 100 yuan per day, and adult women cost 80 yuan per day.
Only when the village has insufficient labor force, it is allowed to recruit workers from other villages, which is specified in the initial contract and gives special care to the village.
The wages in the local area are absolutely not low. Just after a few shouts in the village committee loudspeaker, the idlers in the village went to the village committee courtyard in twos and threes to prepare for registration.
The village party secretary, village head, and village accountant, as recruitment managers, also have a salary, and they are justified, with a lot of enthusiasm and great intentions.
Wang Jingshi, the captain of the militia, also had the opportunity to get management salary if he did not make trouble in the middle.
It was just a toss, the village committee members deliberately or unintentionally excluded him, not to mention the management salary, and even the qualification to sign up for wasteland was gone.
Nor did he deliberately suppress him, but his hands were injured and he was unable to work.
In the spirit of being responsible for investors, it is absolutely impossible to recruit wounded people with mixed wages.
When people in the village fought and prepared for a big fight, a Chinese medicine clinic was opened at the south intersection of the village, just opposite the Western medicine clinic.
The name of the Chinese medicine clinic is called Tang's Medical Hall.
When the medical hall opened, he did not set off firecrackers or entertain the villagers. Only the old principal Wang Banli accompanied him to drink a pot of Longjing.
"I can't think of my Tang Shen doctor, but also today, I opened a medical hall, which is so deserted. If in the imperial capital, the flower baskets I sent can be placed ten miles ..."
"But here is Wangjing Village in Huaxi Town. If you can open it, you will be content." Principal Wang Banli took a sip of tea with a smile and comforted.
At the moment, the only doctor at the Wangjing Village clinic across the road and the only boss, Huang Dongyu, stood at the door with his arms folded, frowning, staring at the Tang's Medical Center in a daze.
This is not a prosperous community near the school or a big city, but a small remote mountain village. As for such competition?
Dr. Huang ’s hometown is from the village of Huangmen Village in his town. He was taken care of by relatives in Wangjing Village, but he did not dare to mess up or offend the old Chinese medicine brought by the old principal.
"It's half dead to open a clinic. If you open another clinic, you will definitely starve to death!"
Huang Dongyu thought, seeing that there was no patient in the other hospital, but there were four patients in his own hospital infusion, so he was more comfortable.
Wangjing Village has a small bridge to the west. After crossing the bridge, it is Midian Village and Qianzhuang. The clinic is opened here to receive patients from the two villages next door, which is why he opened the clinic here.
"Well, looking for opportunities, I have to talk to the Erbao family. Can Chinese medicine cure the disease? Don't delay the patient here." Thinking of this, Huang Dongyu's face finally showed a smile.
Wang Ping'an had a quiet day today, lying under the peach tree, reading the novel quietly, no one bothered.
At lunchtime, Laiwang and the War Commission washed and cut the vegetables, cleaned the fish, thawed the wild boar, and set aside.
Then, respectfully invited Wang Ping's to cook.
Although the ingredients are top-notch, if the cooking skills are too poor, it will only destroy these ingredients, and what you make may not be as tasty as instant noodles.
"Alas, as a boss, it is too tragic to cook and cook for you every day. No, I have to hire an employee who can cook in a few days." Wang Pingping grumbled reluctantly and got up lazily. Cooking.
Laiwang listened to nothing, but he was nervous about the war committee. There are food and drink here, and the work is still leisurely. What if the boss quits himself?
It is said that no salary is paid for one month, but after working hard for yourself, maybe the salary will be paid next month?
Is it possible to go to the Chinese medicine base to open up wasteland with those stupid people who cannot play games? That would be too embarrassing.
Three thousand a month, can not buy the glory of the king.
He has heard that the snake baby in the same village has been trying to find a job in recent days.
I just didn't find the right one. I just encountered Bai herbal medicine industry to recruit wasteland workers. Shewa has already signed up for wasteland.
"Boss, why don't you teach me how to cook? When I learn, I will cook for everyone." The war committee actively saved itself and wanted to survive.
"You? Cooking? Ha ha, you still go to play games." Wang Ping is not optimistic about his talent for cooking.
"..." The war commission was very hurt, and felt that he was despised by the boss. He secretly vowed that after returning home, he must practice hard cooking, and when the time comes, let the boss eat a pound.
At this moment, the loud speaker from the big road suddenly heard the shouting: "Changing scissors and choppers, changing pots and buckets for daily necessities ..."
Every once in a while, small vendors come to the village to scream, you can use your old mobile phone to exchange these things, or you can replace them with mountain products, fur, dried mushrooms and other things.
Wang Ping An shouted to the outside: "Longwang, you take some bamboo rat skins and change back two buckets. Our iron buckets were passed by the fish-buying bosses. In Taoyuan, there are almost no buckets."
"Good boss." Laiwang responded by taking a few dried bamboo rat skins from the wall and running out of Taoyuan.
It did n’t take long for Laiwang to bring back the bamboo rat belt again, and said indignantly: "Boss, this little vendor is so strange, he actually does n’t want animal skins, as long as coins, porcelain ... or even pieces of porcelain are used for things. . "
Speaking, Laiwang opened his phone and took some broken pieces of porcelain.
A few days ago, I sent water, and some broken pieces of porcelain came from someplace, with beautiful patterns. They were everywhere. There were many people who stabbed their feet. Some children picked them up and threw them for fun.
Unexpectedly, there are also small vendors who specialize in replacing these pieces of porcelain.