Chapter 275 Job Assignment
Song Lubai didn't feel much pleasure when others called her the regimental commander's wife; instead, she felt a little ashamed.
She currently has no job and can only use the title of "regimental commander's wife" to achieve her goal.
But the phrase "the regimental commander's wife" made the previously listless man sit up.
Sales clerk Li Cheng looked Song Lubai up and down, glanced at the file bag in front of her, and said, "The director is in the back office. Come in, I'll take you there."
The two went through the back door and entered the small courtyard at the back.
The door to Director Liu's office was open. Hearing the noise, Director Liu turned around, and upon seeing Song Lubai's face, he stood up and said uncertainly, "Comrade Song?"
Song Lubai smiled and nodded, "It's me, Director Liu."
Li Cheng left, looking back every few steps, while Song Lubai followed Director Liu into the office.
There was only one table in the office, the floor was covered with tiles, and the walls were painted white; it looked pretty good.
Song Lubai handed over the file bag and said, "I used to work in the supply and marketing department in Shicheng. Please take a look at the documents inside."
Director Liu had no complaints after reviewing it.
The supply and marketing cooperative didn't have many people to begin with, and now that the group has handed over the work of the vegetable garden to him, he would have to hire a few more people to handle this matter.
Song Lubai used to work in the secretary's office of the supply and marketing department, and she has a letter of recommendation and proof, so she definitely meets the requirements for recruitment.
At this moment, he even wondered if the regimental commander had done it on purpose.
Director Liu said, "The regiment is going to manage the vegetable garden in a unified manner, and we happen to be short-staffed. Why don't you take charge of this part of the work first?"
Song Lubai asked, "Am I the only one here?"
Director Liu said, "You alone definitely can't do it, but most of the people here have things to do, so we need to hire two more temporary workers to help you with the vegetable garden."
Director Liu said, "At the meeting this morning, the group leader asked the supply and marketing cooperative to come up with a plan by the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, you can submit a plan to me first."
Hearing the probing in his tone, Song Lubai asked, "So am I considered a temporary worker or a permanent employee now?"
Director Liu said, "I can't answer that question right now. I'll have to wait until the day after tomorrow when I submit the proposal to the leadership to ask about the treatment of the newly recruited personnel. The salaries of the supply and marketing cooperatives are all paid by the group. Let's see what the group says."
Song Lubai nodded, "Okay, I'll work on the plan first."
Director Liu got up and led her to the next room.
In the office next door, there were two desks placed side by side, and a woman was sitting inside.
"This is accountant Zhu Ying. Zhu Ying, this is the new comrade Song Lubai, who will be in charge of the vegetable garden from now on."
After the two greeted each other, Director Liu continued, "There are only two chairs in the office. You two can sit down first. I'll try to get a few more. You can use the notebooks and pens on the table for now."
Director Liu figured he needed to recruit two more people anyway, so he decided to take Song Lubai's file folder with him to the office.
The office is well-ventilated, but it's still unbearably hot.
Zhu Ying fanned herself with a straw fan and asked, "Comrade Song, are you married? Where are you from?"
The two chatted about everyday things while working, but Song Lubai couldn't hold back any longer, so she fetched a basin of water and splashed it all over the house.
After sitting here for just half an hour, my clothes were soaked with sweat.
Zhu Ying, who kept fanning herself, said, "Our house is facing the wrong direction, and the roof is thin. In the summer, it's not as cool as a mud-brick house, and splashing water on it doesn't help."
Splashing water won't solve anything, because the sun is shining into the house now, and dust is flying around in the light.
Regarding the plan, Song Lubai had already written a general framework. She spent some time filling in the details and reorganized it into a new version. Feeling that nothing had been missed, she took the document and knocked on Director Liu's door.
Director Liu had just returned from the office, his forehead covered in sweat.
"Xiao Song, the regiment has approved the recruitment. They were originally unwilling to give you a permanent position, but I submitted your information. After reviewing it, the leaders of the Organization Department said that you should be a permanent employee, but you still need a one-month probationary period. If there are no unexpected events, you will be officially hired in a month."
Song Lubai remained silent, so Director Liu added, "Little Song, it's like this, the troupe isn't exactly well-off, so..."
Song Lubai nodded in understanding, "Thank you, Director. Take a look at the plan I made. If you have anything to add, let's discuss it."
The content is already very detailed, including all the methods to prevent theft.
Director Liu could tell from her beautiful handwriting that she wasn't just there to coast along. After asking for more details, he found that everything she said made sense and that her methods were both legal and comprehensive. He nodded and said, "I think it's a good idea."
"You just had a happy occasion today. Now that you're done with your work, you can go back. You don't need to come back tomorrow. We'll start working on it after the regiment gives its approval the day after tomorrow. Okay, you can go back now."
Song Lubai said, "Okay, that's perfect. I was thinking of going to the regiment's vegetable garden when it gets cooler."
Director Liu casually praised, "Comrade Song is very responsible. We need to hire two more temporary workers. If you have any suitable candidates, you can recommend them."
When Song Lubai returned home, Wei Zhao was sitting under someone else's shed, enjoying the cool air and talking to his neighbors.
Seeing that she had returned, Wei Zhao got up and went into the house, asking, "What were you doing just now?"
After Song Lubai explained the situation, she asked, "Sister, the supply and marketing cooperative needs to hire two temporary workers."
Wei Zhao shook his head, "I won't go."
She took out the money she had hidden under the bed and said, "This is the money given by the people who attended the banquet today."
I didn't want to accept the gifts from my neighbors, but I couldn't persuade them otherwise.
Look, some people gave money, some gave vegetables, and some gave daily necessities; I've written them all down.
Most of the neighbors gave two mao (0.2 yuan), some gave five mao (0.5 yuan), and the male leaders who sat at the same table with Wei Yang gave more, starting at two yuan. Secretary Feng gave the most, five yuan.
"We only had one teapot to begin with, but we got a new one today. You and Weiyang can use the new one. Do you need a pillowcase?"
Song Lubai shook her head, "Give two to Shaohua."
Wei Zhao frowned and said, "They used to be very hygienic, but here they are all dirtier than the last. They have to wash their clothes every day."
Song Lubai said, "Aunt Jiang said that Shaohua and his family are the most hygienic. It's dry here and there's a lot of dust, so it's impossible to keep it clean."
Knowing that Wei Yang would be home from get off work soon, Song Lubai started cooking.
Wei Zhao told her not to do it, but Song Lubai didn't want to eat the terrible food she made and insisted on cooking it herself.
A small pot was placed on the next stove, containing cornmeal porridge. The bottom of the pot in front was wiped with an oiled cloth before the beaten eggs were poured in.
The smell of eggs attracted the neighbors.
"The regimental commander's wife is a new bride, so you're not allowed to cook today."
Although they were talking to her, everyone's eyes were on the golden-brown eggs frying in the pan.
Song Lubai said with a smile, "We're all family, so let's not talk about what's right or wrong. I have to let my sister try my cooking."
As Song Lubai was talking to everyone, she thought that she should build a wall to block the neighbors' view.
Otherwise, you'd be surrounded by onlookers when you're just frying an egg, which would be incredibly uncomfortable.
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