There are not many questions, just four questions and some tables. The first question is to answer the accounting methods and requirements, and requires writing them clearly in detail.
I know how to keep accounts, but it just means how much money comes in today, how much money comes out tomorrow, how much money is left, and what other requirements are needed.
The second question is about preparing a statement. They have never seen what a statement is, how to prepare it, and what is a balance sheet...
The third question is even more outrageous, about managing funds. They all know that funds are money, but what is a check? Is it also money?
The last question is to assist in auditing. What is auditing? We also need to assist the village’s audit work, including providing accounts and statements and other information so that auditors can audit the village’s financial status.
Wang Xiangyang was disappointed, but he had to fill in something when he came. Li Huan was also reading the test paper, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. What kind of questions are these? Why can't he solve any of them?
I took a look at Chen Weidang, and fortunately I had the foresight to invite the old village chief. The old village chief has been the village chief for so many years, so he must understand these things.
Sure enough, when Chen Weidang collected the test papers and reviewed them, his vision went dark and he almost fainted. What kind of answer was this? It could make him mad to death.
Wang Xiangyang's test papers and accounting requirements were all about memorizing more and not less, preparing reports, going to the mountains to find some jute, asking the ladies to weave it into rope, and then make it look like newspapers and watches.
Wang Xiangdang's examination papers, managing funds, putting money in his pocket, asking his mother to sew it up with a needle, assisting in audits, having more children, and being a glorious mother.
My son Da Mao was a little better at getting closer, but he was wrong and he was so angry that he tore up the exam paper to pieces.
"Old village chief, you can still do this job, but the monthly salary is a little less, only twenty-four yuan, and there are also some receipts."
Li Huan really didn't raise his salary on purpose. It was a knife in the old village chief's heart, but he had to raise it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to continue talking.
"Little ruffian, I don't know how much your salary is. When I first became the village chief, it was only one yuan a month. Then it gradually increased to seventy-two yuan, but all this money..."
"Old village chief, I don't care about this, and don't talk about it outside. Our common goal now is to build Xiangyang Village."
Chen Weidang nodded. He had never been an accountant, but he was familiar with it. He had to go to the commune with a stack of statements every month to report.
"Li Huan, there is another question. I have been dismissed from my post in disguise. The superiors do not allow me to be an accountant."
"I agree. I have already said hello in advance. There are few people studying here, so no one else is qualified except you."
Li Huan laughed. He had already reported this problem when he went to go through the formalities for the position of village chief. At that time, he recommended Chen to be the accountant for the party, otherwise they would be in chaos in Xiangyang Village.
Although the leaders were not very willing, as they were family members of criminals after all, Li Huan took out the document severing relations between Chen Weidang and Chen Weimin, and considering the actual situation, he reluctantly agreed.
So, Chen Weidang, who had just lost his job, took up a job again and became the accountant of Xiangyang Village. When the news came out, Chen Weimin was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Li Huan didn't care whether Chen Weimin was spitting blood or water. He beat the gongs and drums again. When the villagers heard the loud sound of the gongs and drums, they all ran out excitedly with their rice bowls. Is the new village chief going to make a fuss again?
Li Huan looked at the rice bowls in the hands of the villagers and forgot what he was going to do for a moment. It was not until Aunt Wang smiled and asked Li Huan why he called them out that he came back to his senses.
"There is still nearly a month before spring plowing. We can't waste time playing cards, chatting, or sleeping. I want to set up a literacy class."
"Tch, I'm not going to the literacy class."
"I won't go either. In such a cold weather, it would be so comfortable to sleep with my wife in my arms."
"I don't want to go, but I can let my baby go."
Li Huan coughed twice, and the whole place immediately fell into silence. They were worried that this guy would take out the earthwork warehouse if he disagreed. If there was a fire, it would be really fatal.
"Anyone who recognizes 100 characters within a month will be rewarded with a pound of white flour. If he knows fifty characters, he will be rewarded with a pound of corn flour. If he knows twenty-five characters, he will be rewarded with a pound of sorghum flour."
"Second bitch, no, no, Village Chief Li, no, Huan Zai, I'll go, I'll sign up."
"I'll go too, I'll sign up."
"My dear, I like this village chief. The little ruffian has his own tricks, so I'll join in."
Uncle Niu also raised his hand. Dung Ball glanced around and saw everyone raising their hands. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand too.
It's just a hundred words. You can't buy a pound of white flour at the grain station. It's already sold on the black market for 80 cents a pound, so no fool would go there.
"Huan Zai, who will be the teacher? Are there any work points for being a teacher?"
Aunt Wang asked if her family, Xiang Yang, Xiang Dang and Xiang Hua, both knew a few words, if they had work points, they could teach them how to read.
"Jiang Guangrong, if you bring a few educated youths as teachers, if one of them knows a hundred words, he will be rewarded with a pound of cornmeal. If he knows fifty words, he will be rewarded with half a catty of cornmeal, and so on."
Jiang Guangrong's eyes shone with light. Isn't it just literacy? This is too easy. Start teaching from one, two, and three. Ten numbers are ten words. Add the sun, moon, stars and their names, twenty-five.
Don’t write too easily.
"Those who have gone to elementary school don't count. Literacy and literacy, of course, you are blind. If you can read, you won't be blind. Don't play tricks on me then, okay?"
Li Huan looked at Wang Xiangyang and other people who had gone to school. These guys wanted to cheat him out of food and make him dream.
The lifeless Xiangyang Village became lively. Of course, to learn to read, you need a blackboard. Wherever they have a blackboard, they first use broken wooden boards to make it look like a blackboard, and then find a way to get some black paint.
Li Huan brought the perfume flowers made by Cheng Qiao, Li Le and Li's mother to the commune again. The clerks in the commune, especially the female clerks, were very fond of the lifelike flowers with fragrance.
One or more than a dozen flowers were taken away in an instant.
"Tell me what you want to do."
The head clerk took a pack of cigarettes from Li Huan's hand with a smile and quickly put it into his pocket.
"I applied for two buckets of black paint. I wanted to hold a literacy class in the village and had two blackboards made, but I couldn't get the paint."
"It's easy to say, I'll approve the note for you, but this cigarette..."
"How much do you want? Is it too much? I can still get one or two, but you have to give me a week."
"Sure, but I promised you in advance that I don't have any cigarette tickets, so you can keep the money."
Li Huan took the five yuan from the clerk without any pressure. This was a pack of 280 cigarettes, and five yuan was just two cigarettes. Even though he seemed to be losing money, in fact he was definitely making a profit.
