Tonight's wine, everyone drank very happily, because it is a celebration banquet, but also the village cadre team of the welcome banquet, if everyone is one mind, in the future, the work will be handy, twice the result with half the effort.

The old accountant's surname is Lu, his name is Lu Aimin, he is an educated youth who went to the countryside in that special era, and due to various reasons, he did not return to the city, and settled in Wangjing Village in the form of an inverted door.

In his life, his luck was not very good, he went to the countryside in the last few years, and then missed the opportunity to return to the city, fortunately, his daughter-in-law is very beautiful, and the people are kind, he is reluctant to leave.

He has knowledge, can write and calculate, in the era of eating a big pot of rice in the past, he was the accountant in the village, but unfortunately he can't drill the camp, and he is still an accountant, and he has not been able to get an official position.

In addition to drinking and eating some game, I don't have any special hobbies.

No matter who is the village party secretary or who is the village head, he has no quarrel with the world and manages his own accounts with a smile, but whoever wants to do means in the accounts will not work...... Accounting is his bottom line, and no one can cross the line.

Therefore, for so many years, the members of the village committee of Wangjing Village have never had problems with the accounts and money.

He has a good relationship with the old principal Wang Banli, has a good temperament, and often chats and drinks together.

After the wine field was dispersed, Wang Ping'an sent the village party secretary and the old accountant home, and then returned to Taoyuan with the big yellow dog.

When encountering dogs from the same village on the road, the big yellow dog will always pounce on them and teach them the modest and low-key way of being a dog.

With the current size of the big yellow dog, it is indeed far more than any kind of dog in the local area, and the trend of evolutionary mutation is very obvious.

The half-human height of the earth dog is rare everywhere, and the muscles on the body are very exaggerated, the limbs are strong and powerful, and the claws are sharp, like a wild beast in the mountains, full of wild breath.

Now the dogs in the village, even if they are hunting dogs, are not its enemies.

"Sparrow, you have to keep a low profile. ”

"Wang. ”

The big yellow dog agreed very smoothly without the slightest hesitation, but after entering the peach orchard, he quickly got into the barren mountain, and he didn't know what he was busy doing in the mountain.

The next day, the village began to recruit workers for the herb industry to prepare for the opening of the wasteland.

An adult man has a hundred yuan a day, and an adult woman has eighty yuan a day, and the work is counted as one per day.

Only when the labor force of the village is insufficient, it is allowed to recruit workers from other villages, which is stipulated in the initialed contract and gives special care to the village.

As soon as the village committee shouted a few times on the loudspeaker, the idlers in the village ran to the village committee compound in twos and threes, ready to sign up.

The village party secretary, village head, and village accountant, as recruitment managers, also have salaries, and they are justifiable, enthusiastic and very attentive.

Wang Jingshi, the captain of the militia, if he does not make trouble in the middle, he also has the opportunity to get a management salary.

It's just that after such a toss, the members of the village committee intentionally or unintentionally excluded him, not to mention getting a management salary, and he didn't even have the qualifications to sign up for land reclamation.

It wasn't that he was deliberately suppressed, but that his hands were injured and he couldn't work.

In the spirit of being responsible for the investor, we must not recruit wounded people with mixed wages.

When the people in the village were gearing up and preparing to do a big job, a traditional Chinese medicine clinic was opened at the south intersection of the village, which was located directly opposite the western medicine clinic.

The name of the TCM clinic is Tang's Medical Center.

When the hospital opened, there were no firecrackers or banquets for the villagers, only the old principal Wang Banli accompanied him to drink a pot of Longjing.

"I didn't expect that my Tang Divine Doctor, and today, I opened a medical hall, and it was so deserted. If you are in the imperial capital, the flower basket sent can be placed for ten miles......"

"But this is Wangjing Village, Huaxi Town, if you can open it, you can be content. Principal Wang Banli smiled and took a sip of tea and comforted.

At this moment, Huang Dongyu, the only doctor and the only owner of the Wangjing Village Clinic across the road, was standing at the door with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, staring at the Tang Medical Center in a daze.

This is not a bustling community near a school, nor a big city, but just a small remote mountain village, as for such competition?

Dr. Huang's hometown is from Huangmenzhai in this town, and he has relatives to take care of him in Wangjing Village, but he doesn't dare to mess around, and he doesn't dare to offend the old Chinese medicine doctor brought by the old principal.

"If you open a clinic, you will be half dead, and if you open another one, you will definitely starve to death!"

Huang Dongyu thought to himself, seeing that there was not a single patient in the other party's medical hall, but there were four patients in his own medical hall who were infusion, he felt more comfortable.

There is a small bridge to the west of Wangjing Village, and after crossing the bridge, there are Midian Village and Qianzhuang, where the clinic is opened, and can receive patients from the two villages next door, which is why he opened a clinic here in the first place.

"Hmph, looking for a chance, I have to talk to Erbao's family, Chinese medicine or something, can it cure the disease? Don't delay the patient here. Thinking of this, Huang Dongyu finally showed a smile on his face.

Wang Ping'an lived a very peaceful life today, lying under the peach tree, quietly, no one disturbed.

When it was time for lunch, Laiwang and the war commissar washed and cut the vegetables, cleaned up the fish, thawed the wild boar, and set it aside for later use.

Then, he respectfully asked Wang Ping'an to cook.

Although the ingredients are top-notch, if the cooking skills are too poor, it will only ruin these ingredients, and the resulting ingredients may not be as delicious as instant noodles.

"Alas, as the boss, it's a tragedy to cook for you every day. No, in a few days, I'll have to hire an employee who can cook. Wang Ping'an muttered reluctantly, and got up lazily to cook.

Laiwang listened to nothing, but he made the war committee nervous, there is food and drink here, and the work is still leisurely, if the boss quits himself, what should he do?

They say that they will not be paid for one month, but after they are proficient in their work, maybe they will be paid next month?

Could it be that I want to go to the Chinese medicine base with those stupid fellow villagers who can't play games? That would be too embarrassing.

Three thousand a month can't 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 the past few days.

It's just that I didn't find a suitable one, and I just happened to meet the hundred herb medicine industry recruiting people to open up the wasteland, and the snake baby has already signed up for the wasteland.

"Boss, why don't you teach me how to cook, and when I learn, I'll be a chef for everyone." "The war commissars are actively saving themselves and want to try to survive.

"You're cooking, hehe, you're going to play games. Wang Ping'an is not optimistic about his talent in cooking.

The "......" war commissar was very hurt and felt despised by the boss, and he secretly swore that after returning home, he would definitely practice his cooking skills hard, and when the time came, let the boss eat a pound.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the shouting of a small horn on the road: "Change scissors for kitchen knives, change pots and barrels for daily necessities......"

Every once in a while, small traders come to the village to shout, and they can exchange old mobile phones for these things, as well as mountain goods, furs, dried mushrooms, etc.

Wang Ping'an shouted outside: "Come to Wang, you take a few bamboo rat skins and exchange them for two buckets to come back." Our iron buckets were taken away by the bosses who bought fish, and there were almost no buckets in the peach orchard. ”

"Good boss. Laiwang responded, picked off a few sun-dried bamboo rat skins from the wall, and ran out of the peach orchard.

It didn't take long for Laiwang to bring the bamboo rat back again, and said with some indignation: "Boss, this little trader is so strange, he doesn't want animal skins, only copper coins and porcelain...... Even broken porcelain pieces for things. ”

As he spoke, Laiwang opened his phone and took some broken porcelain pieces.

A few days ago, some broken porcelain pieces were rushed out of nowhere, with beautiful patterns, everywhere, no less pricking people's feet, some children picked it up, and threw it to play.

I didn't expect that there were still small traders who specialized in replacing these porcelain fragments.