Jiang Wanyue's heart moved.
She became a teacher initially out of necessity, because she knew she couldn't work in the fields, so she chose to be a teacher as a second choice.
But in fact, she is not that good at teaching, and she is just relying on her advantage as a modern person.
She studied economics in her previous life and is more interested in this area.
For her, managing a fishery is the true way to make the best use of resources and to create a world of her own.
She paused and said, "I know Uncle Tian trusts me, but if such a big business is handed over to an educated youth like me, a person with a different surname, with so many elders in the brigade, they will definitely be the first to disagree."
"I'll see who dares!" Song Dahai said coldly, "You married into the Song family, so you are a member of our Song family, and your household registration is also in the Song family. Who dares to say that you are an outsider!"
"That's right." Tian Youliang nodded. "With me and Lao Song backing you up, just get going and do it."
"Since my father and Uncle Tian have said so, it would be a bit unkind of me to refuse." Jiang Wanyue said with a smile, "But the school matter cannot be resolved so quickly, you have to give me a few more days."
"Okay, okay!" Tian Youliang was delighted. "Now that you are the person in charge of the fishery, you can make your own decisions about the fishery. Unless there are some things you can't make up your mind about, you can come to us for consultation."
Jiang Wanyue took this opportunity to say, "This time, we have to calculate clearly which expenses belong to the brigade and which belong to the fish farm, such as selling fish, buying fish fry, road expenses, and repairing diesel engines. The brigade has an accountant, and I think the fish farm should have one as well, otherwise it will easily cause a lot of unnecessary problems."
"I remember Zhao Xiangyang has a younger brother. When Zhao Xiangyang's child was sick, it was his younger brother who came to do the accounting for him. He is quite capable." Tian Youliang said, "Then let Zhao Xiangyang's younger brother be the accountant of the fishery temporarily. We won't hire him as a formal employee for the time being. Just give him a few dollars a month as a subsidy."
Jiang Wanyue understood that the fishery had not yet achieved any results, and only giving subsidies could save some money.
The three were discussing some details.
Sun Zongyuan ran over excitedly: "Secretary! Captain! The diesel engine has been repaired! It turned out to be a screw problem. Screw in the new screws and the diesel engine will be fixed!"
Tian Youliang and Song Dahai were also very happy.
The original plan was to spend three or four hundred dollars to solve this big problem, but unexpectedly, I didn't spend a penny.
"It's all thanks to Teacher Jiang!" Sun Zongyuan said sincerely, "It was Teacher Jiang who first asked someone to recheck the diesel engine, and after confirming the problem, he used his connections to get the discarded screws from the machinery factory. Without Teacher Jiang, we wouldn't have been able to take a single step forward in the whole process!"
Tian Youliang was very surprised.
I was so busy talking about the fishery that I almost forgot about the diesel engine.
I didn't expect Xiao Jiang to be so capable.
Originally, I was planning to apply to the commune for an "organizer" position for Xiao Jiang, but now I think... the position of organizer is totally unworthy of Xiao Jiang's abilities.
Why not...
Tian Youliang instantly had an idea in his mind.
When Jiang Wanyue returned home, it was already past eight o'clock, but the three children were still awake. They were sitting in the house reading or playing.
As soon as she walked into the house, Song Yunying immediately went to the kitchen to bring back the food, which had been kept warm in the pot. Jiang Wanyue ate it in two or three bites and finally felt alive again.
Every day, she is either this or that, and she is exhausted.
After finishing her meal, she asked the children to go to bed and checked the supplies first.
Song Huaizhi asked someone to help sell the eggs at home to the supply and marketing cooperative, and the number has remained at around 20 to 30. However, there is no way for a child to sell other supplies, and they are piling up more and more. She has to find time to go to the county town to deal with these supplies. She had promised Aunt Wang to bring some fish over, and tomorrow she will buy one from the brigade and put some fish in the cornucopia...
After planning these things, Jiang Wanyue took out a notebook and started writing.
Since the fishery is fully handed over to her for management, some things have to be planned, step by step, to get the fishery back on track.
Now the fishery only has her as the person in charge, an accountant, and one more employee to take care of daily chores.
In addition, regarding the distribution of the fishery's profits, 10% is distributed to the villagers, 20% is used for the village's collective construction, and 70% belongs to the fishery's self-development and employee welfare and wages...
Jiang Wanyue wrote down all these items carefully.
And funding is the biggest problem...
Take the first step carefully and firmly, then the rest of the road will be easier to walk.
Jiang Wanyue wrote until late at night before going to bed.
The next morning, I was woken up by Song Huaizhi. Breakfast was already prepared, with a sweet potato and an egg for each person.
I had a quick breakfast and then walked to school.
She hasn't been to school for many days, and Teacher Wan has been substituting for her, which makes her feel very embarrassed.
On the way, she thought that she should substitute for Teacher Wan today so that Teacher Wan could go back and have a rest.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of a group of children laughing.
This road leads to school, and students often linger and play on the road. At first, Jiang Wanyue didn't take it seriously until she heard an old man's weak and angry shout, then she turned around to look.
I saw an old man surrounded by a group of probably fifth grade students in a field by the side of the road. The students took clods of dirt in their hands and threw them at the old man. He didn't say anything when they threw them at him. It was not until one of the students stepped forward and kicked over a bucket of farm manure at the old man's feet that the old man couldn't help but roar.
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