Ye Zhiqiu was still doing his writing, drawing and accounting, which was a new job he had added after coming here.
Jiang Nian would definitely not do these trivial things, and Ye Zhiqiu didn't want to do it either, but there was no other way. He had to be cautious because he would be held responsible if he made any mistakes.
The sun was shining brightly today, and we had our meal in the yard. Song Yanbai was also able to go out for some activities, but his movements were not very agile, so he could not walk fast.
After finishing the accounts, Ye Zhiqiu lost all his energy. "Master, I want to apply for an abacus. Also, didn't Director Yan say that we can have two nurses? I think I can take one position, but we need a financial officer more. Otherwise, it will take a lot of time just to deal with the account books every day."
Chinese medicines are complicated, and they set the prices themselves. If they occasionally encounter difficulties, they will inevitably charge less, or simply not charge a few cents. Those who like to take advantage will also bargain when buying medicine. After all, this is the countryside, and even if it is a regular health center now, it cannot be compared with the ones on the street in the eyes of others.
This makes accounting more difficult, or even impossible to keep.
Jiang Nian, who was always calm, couldn't help but be upset. He said helplessly: "I will go to Director Yan to talk about this matter later. You hold on for a few more days, and I will find a plan for you later."
In the past, she could spend enough money once to live on for the rest of her life. She threw money around as if it were a toy and never had to worry about keeping accounts.
She also didn't understand this world. The medicinal herbs she collected in the mountains with her own ability did not belong to her but to the government.
I give up.
But past experience taught her that one person cannot defeat a group of people, so she should just go with the flow, at least it’s not a big deal.
Seeing that they have been worrying about the accounts these days, Song Yanbai said, "In your case, you only need to keep a clear record of the medicines distributed by the higher-ups. Don't set the prices too high for the medicines you pick or make yourself. They are also used by the people and are not considered private appropriation. As long as there are no problems with the medicines and they don't cause any problems, you don't need to keep a complete record of them."
"But the commune leaders said that everything must be recorded clearly, otherwise it would be considered as misappropriation of public property and suspicion of speculation, which is a very serious problem." Ye Zhiqiu frowned.
"Speculation refers to making profits by buying and selling short, hoarding, and arbitrage. Although your herbs are collected from the mountains, you still need to put in your own labor and process them again. It's the same as the straw mats woven by the villagers. The grass also grows in the fields, but it takes human labor to turn them into straw mats. So it's income from labor. It's not illegal to take it to the supply and marketing cooperative or the market to exchange it for other things. You use it on patients, but you charge a small amount of compensation, which is also income from your own labor."
Ye Zhiqiu's eyes lit up. "That means we can do it just like we did in Zhoujia Village before. Those who don't want to pay can also use things to offset the money. This way we don't have to keep accounts, right?"
Song Yanbai didn’t know how they were doing when they were in Zhoujia Village before, but this was the truth.
"If it's bartering medicine, then it's even less of a speculation." After all, even money is rarely involved, but Jiang Nian and the others are still involved in some financial transactions.
"But that's not what the Commune said."
"If you tell ten people the same thing, it will have ten different meanings. This is why some policies vary from place to place, but it is essentially correct. Whether it will succeed depends on your communication with the commune."
Zhang Er looked at Song Yanbai suspiciously, "Comrade Song, you... your memory has recovered?"
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