There are not many questions, just four multiple-choice questions and some forms. The first question is to answer the methods and requirements of bookkeeping, and you are required to write them in detail.
Everyone knows how to keep accounts. It's just about how much money comes in today, how much goes out tomorrow, and how much money is left. What else do you need
The second question was to prepare financial statements. They had never seen financial statements before, how to prepare them, and what a balance sheet was...
The third question is even more outrageous. When it comes to 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 the audit. What is audit? You also need to assist in the village’s audit work, including providing accounts, reports and other information so that auditors can audit the village’s financial situation.
Wang Xiangyang was disappointed, but since he was here he had to fill in something. Li Huan was also looking at the test paper. The more he looked, the more shocked he became. What kind of questions were these? How come he couldn't answer any of them
He glanced at Chen Weidang and thought to himself that it was fortunate that he had the foresight to invite the old village chief. The old village chief had been the village chief for so many years, he must understand these things.
Sure enough, when Chen Weidang collected the test papers and marked them, he felt dizzy and almost fainted. What kind of answers were these? They could make him angry to death.
Wang Xiangyang's exam paper required accounting, which required him to record more but not less. To prepare reports, he went to the mountains to find some jute, had the old women weave it into ropes, and then made them into the shapes of newspapers and watches.
Wang Xiangdang's test paper, managed funds, put the money in her pocket and asked her mother to sew it up with a needle, assisted in the audit, and believed that it would be better to have more children and be a glorious mother.
His own son Damao's answer was a little better, but it was still completely irrelevant, which made him so angry that he tore the test paper into pieces.
"Old village chief, why don't you do this job? The monthly salary will be a little less, just 24 yuan, plus some coupons."
Li Huan really didn't mean to raise the salary, that would be like stabbing the old village chief in the heart, but he had to raise it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to continue his words.
"Little rascal, I don't know how much you are paid. When I first became the village chief, I only made one yuan a month. Later, it gradually increased to 72 yuan, but all this money..."
"Old village chief, I don't care about this, and don't tell anyone. Our common goal now is to develop Xiangyang Village."
Chen Weidang nodded. He had never been an accountant, but he was familiar with it. Every month he had to take a stack of sub-reports to the commune to report.
"Li Huan, there is another question. I was dismissed from my position in disguise. The higher-ups don't agree with my being an accountant."
"I agree. I've already informed you in advance. There are not many people studying here, so no one else can do the job except you."
Li Huan laughed. He had already reported this problem when he went to handle the procedures for the position of village chief. At that time, he recommended Chen Weidang to be the accountant, otherwise their Xiangyang Village would be in chaos.
Although the leaders were reluctant, 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, they reluctantly agreed.
So, Chen Weidang, who had just been unemployed, returned to work as the accountant of Xiangyang Village. When the news came out, Chen Weimin was so angry that he spit out blood on the spot.
Li Huan didn't care whether Chen Weimin was spitting blood or water. He struck the gongs and drums again. When the villagers heard the deafening sound of the gongs and drums, they excitedly ran out with their bowls in their hands, wondering if the new village chief was going to distribute steamed buns again.
Li Huan looked at the bowls in the villagers' hands and forgot what he was going to do for a moment, until Aunt Wang smiled and asked Li Huan why she called them out, then he came to his senses.
"There is still nearly a month before spring ploughing. We cannot waste our time playing cards, chatting, or sleeping. I want to set up a literacy class."
"Tsk, literacy class? I won't go."
"I won't go either. It's so cold, it's so comfortable to sleep with my wife in my arms."
"I don't want to go, but I can let the kid go."
Li Huan coughed twice and everyone in the room immediately fell silent. They were worried that this guy would take out the earthenware silo if something went wrong. If it went off accidentally, it could be fatal.
"Anyone who can recognize 100 characters within a month will be rewarded with a pound of flour; anyone who can recognize 50 characters will be rewarded with a pound of corn flour; anyone who can recognize 25 characters will be rewarded with a pound of sorghum flour."
"Second rate, no, no, Village Chief Li, no, Huanzi, I'll go, I'll sign up."
"I'll go too. I'll sign up."
"My goodness, I like this village chief. This little scoundrel has his own way. I'm in too."
Uncle Niu also raised his hand. Fenqiu looked around and saw that everyone had raised their hands. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand as well.
It's just a hundred words. You definitely can't buy a pound of flour at the grain station. It's already sold for 80 cents a pound on the black market. Only a fool wouldn't go there.
"Huanzi, who will be the teacher? And are there work points for being a teacher?"
Aunt Wang asked if there were work points, and her sons Xiangyang, Xiangdang and Xianghua all knew a few words and could teach everyone to read.
"Jiang Guangrong, you can take a few educated youth as teachers. If one of them can recognize 100 characters, you will be rewarded with a pound of cornmeal. If one of them can recognize 50 characters, you will be rewarded with half a pound of cornmeal, and so on."
Jiang Guangrong's eyes lit up. It's just literacy, it's too easy. Start teaching from one, two, three. Ten numbers become ten words. Add the sun, moon, stars and their names, twenty-five words will be too easy.
"And those who have attended primary school don't count. Literacy education is for the blind. If you can read, you are not considered blind. Don't play tricks on me when the time comes, okay?"
Li Huan looked at Wang Xiangyang and other people who had been to school. These guys were dreaming if they wanted to cheat him of his food.
The lifeless Xiangyang Village became lively again. Of course one needs a blackboard to learn to read, but they didn't have a blackboard, so they first made one out of broken wooden boards, and then tried to get some black paint on it.
Li Huan once again came to the commune with the scented flowers made by Cheng Qiao, Li Le and Li's mother. The clerks of the commune, especially the female clerks, were so fond of the lifelike and fragrant flowers that they took one after another, and more than a dozen flowers were taken away in an instant.
"Tell me what you want to do."
The head of the clerk took a pack of cigarettes from Li Huan with a smile and quickly put it into his pocket.
"I applied for two buckets of black paint. I wanted to run a literacy class in the village and asked someone to make two blackboards, but I had no way to get the paint."
"Okay, I'll give you a note, but this cigarette..."
"How much do you want? Are there any more? I can still get one or two, but you have to give me a week."
"Okay, but I have to tell you in advance that I don't have any cigarette coupons. You take the money."
Li Huan took the five yuan from the clerk without any pressure. The cigarettes were 28 cents a pack, so five yuan would buy two packs. Even though it seemed like he was losing money, he was actually making money.