On the afternoon of the end of the training class, the last batch of students were sent away. When Guo Qing walked through the door of the credit union, Director Lin came out of his cave with a smile and said to Guo Qing,"After lunch today, when you were organizing the accountant's exam, your sister Jianzhen came. She specially came to inform you that your wife had given birth to a child. Hurry up and pack up. Go back and take a look! You've been so busy this time. It's time for you to rest for a few days.”
Guo Qing was indeed a little excited after listening to it. He quickly packed up the training materials and lecture notes, gave a way to Accountant Ma, pushed out the bicycle, and left.
When he returned home excitedly, he saw that his mother was making rice soup for Li Zhen in the kitchen, so he went straight to the cave where he and Li Zhen lived. He gently pushed the door open. Li Zhen had already fallen asleep. Beside her was a child wrapped in a flower mattress. He slowly lifted a corner of the mattress and revealed a chubby little face. His little face was a little red, and his eyes were tightly shut. His little mouth was mumbling as if he was sucking on something. At this moment, Li Zhen woke up. She looked at Guo Qing and smiled. Guo Qing immediately kissed her on the lips.
By right, Director Lin had already given him permission to stay at home for a few more days. However, he couldn't stay at home on National Day. He was worried about some of the brigade's accountant. Besides, his parents were taking care of Li Zhen at home, so there was nothing for him to worry about. He seized the time to pick up a few buckets of water from the water tank and send a few buckets of manure from the latrine pit to the ground. When he returned from the ground with two pots, it was already completely dark. His parents were sitting under the lamp waiting for him to drink the steamed bread.
Early the next morning, he rode his bike to the various brigades again. He wanted to see how everyone was reorganizing according to the steps of the reorganization plan.
He wanted to take a look at the few brigades that usually had more problems. He pushed the bicycle alone and climbed up the winding mountain road. It was the hot season of the dog days. Pushing the bicycle up the slope was so tiring that he was panting, sweating, and his head was steaming. He tried his best to climb up the slope, his mind still churning with some unpleasant things.
He parked the car halfway up the slope and took out a towel to wipe his sweat. The cynical smile of the captain of the eighth production team of the Dragon Valley, Wang Honghong, appeared in front of him.
"Captain Wang, there are a total of nine teams in our Divine Dragon Valley. Everyone has asked the accountant to publish the accounts on time, but why is your team not doing anything?”The last time he went to Shenlong Valley for an inspection, Guo Qing couldn't help but question Team 8's captain, Wang Honghong, in front of a group of members.
"Announce! Announce! Who said it wouldn't be announced? How can Team 8 pee higher than others? Aren't I busy recently? I have to hold a meeting to study this matter!”He smiled and handed Guo Qing a cigarette.
Guo Qing waved his hand and smiled." Next month, I'll come to watch. If it hasn't been announced yet, we'll have to talk about it."”
During this training session, Guo Qing met a young accountant from Shenlong Valley and asked him,""Yusheng, is there anything wrong with your captain Wang Honghong's financial procedures? Was he afraid that he would expose the accounts and let the members catch him?”
"There's nothing to make him afraid of the crowd, he's decent and clean.”
"Then why did he stop you from publishing the accounts?”
"He always said, don't be so pretentious and formalistic. It's a waste of time. If we have that little effort and money, we can still buy fertilizer!”
Just before he left the Divine Dragon Valley for National Day, he went to see Wang Honghong again. He patted his chest and expressed his stance."Accountant Zhong, don't worry. This time, the brigade director came back and emphasized the policies of the higher-ups. I also know the importance.”
However, Guo Qing looked at his cheeky expression and still did not have much confidence. This was the first thing that made National Day angry and anxious.
The second thing was that National Day had long suspected that Zhang Menwa, the cashier of the fourth team of the Golden Plump Brigade, was suspected of embezzling the funds from the treasury. Every time they checked his cash vault, he would always find some excuse to stop them from checking. He remembered that he wasn't at home when he checked the warehouse. He heard that he was helping a relative in the village build a new house. National Day and the accountant went to look for him. When the bored child saw Guo Qing and the accountant from afar at the construction site, he immediately cried out and squatted on the ground. He said that he had sprained his ankle and could not move at all. He asked the two young men to pull him to the medical center on a small cart. Guo Qing had no choice but to give up. Before he left, he left a message to the accountant, Next time, he had to check his cash vault! However, when he went to his house to check on the library again, he was having dinner with his family. After he finished eating, he handed Guo Qing a cigarette. Guo Qing did not smoke, so he put it in his mouth and lit it up as he said seriously,"The last few times, it was always a coincidence that I didn't let you see our cash vault. Today, I'm asking you to check it carefully.”However, after searching for a long time, he could not find the key to his big wooden cabinet. He pretended to be angry and scolded his wife. He blamed his wife for making a mess in the house and where did she put his key? In the end, he didn't manage to find out anything. On the way out of his house, Guo Qing thought to himself,'The next time I come, I'll bring a few new locks. If I can't find the key, I'll let him smash the lock and change it to a new one. I'll definitely check his cash vault!'
Finally, they reached the top of the slope and arrived at Shangzhuang Brigade. National Day first came to the brigade accountant Wang Wenlin's house, saying that he wanted to see the financial situation of the production team. Wang Wenlin was a little hesitant when he heard that. He said,""We just had a reorganization meeting, and no one has made any moves yet. Team One's accountant, Zhou Xiaolong, has also gone on a business trip.”Guo Qing saw that he was looking for an excuse to send her away. He insisted that he had to see it. Guo Qing said,"Team One's Zhou Xiaolong isn't home. We'll just look at Team Two and Team Three.”
The accountant of these two teams were old hands, so the daily accounts were still timely and neat. They could also make the accounts consistent with the accounts, the accounts, and the accounts. The cash and physical storage were also very standard. National Day kept praising it and felt that everyone had taken it seriously. However, after he finished reading the account book at the accountant's house of the second production team, he picked up a bound receipt and flipped through a few pages. He frowned and flipped through a few more documents in succession. He asked very worriedly and angrily,"Why are there so many expenditure certificates that haven't been approved?”
"Sometimes, when I'm in a hurry, I don't go through the approval procedures.”The accountant was a little embarrassed.
"Without approval, this is not in line with the financial system. If there is a problem, can you explain it clearly? Why did he have to spend this money? After spending, where did the money go? Aren't you afraid that others will say that you are corrupt?”Guo Qing asked angrily.
"Impossible. These unapproved documents have the signature of the manager.”
"That means, regardless of whether it's reasonable or not, as long as someone signs it, you'll pay the expenses? The accountant didn't check on the collective money, but turned a blind eye?”
"It's National Day, so don't just stand there and talk. I don't want to do this either! Didn't you see that those unapproved notes were handled by the team's officers!”the accountant grumbled.
National Day did not give in. Where was the role of the accountant? If you offend the officers in the team, can they dismiss you? You even make sense!" Guo Qing then turned to the brigade accountant Wang Wenlin and said,""Accountant Wang, after I leave today, you must cooperate with him to solve this problem. Tell their captain that the financial expenditure of the team must be approved by two people. Those who do not implement the financial system should not be a cadre.”
After leaving the accountant's house of the second production team, National Day requested to see the accounting documents of the third team again to see if the implementation of the approval system had been carried out. However, Wang Wenlin shook his head and said truthfully,""You don't have to look. I've seen the same as Team Two.”
"That's your problem, Accountant Wang. You're an honest person. Why do you always say one thing and do another? Forget it, I won't say anything more. I'll go back and report to Director Han and let him solve this long-standing problem of yours.”After saying that, she left angrily without even looking back.
After leaving Shangzhuang Brigade's village, he had been wondering why these people were so numb. Was there a problem with her understanding, or was she afraid of trouble? Or did the implementation of the financial management system hurt their personal interests? Or was it because he was just a small accountant counselor in the public company, and his words were not important, so he was looked down upon by others? The more he thought about it, the more anxious and angry he became. He could not help but feel a belly full of fire.
When they arrived at Dongshan Brigade, Guoqing first looked at Li Zhongxin's accounts, then went to the cashier's house to check the cash inventory, and then went outside to see the announcement of this month's accounts. The results were satisfactory. After dinner, when they were leaving Dongshan, he suddenly asked Li Zhongxin,""Accountant Li, can you tell me how many documents we have in our financial management work? How many rules? Can you remember and explain it clearly?”
"So many! For example, there were requirements for account records, methods of democratic financial management, and many regulations on cash management. The inventory limit, account management, timely reconciliation, and so on. Sigh, there were quite a lot of them. If he was not careful, he might have overlooked one and really could not remember all of them! Not to mention the members and other officers in the team, even our accountant can't remember all these points!”
"I don't think I can remember it well, but I haven't seen enough. Should I sort out all these systems, regulations, and policies, make a dozen or twenty of them, then print them out and stick them on the wall so that everyone can read them more often? After a long time, they will definitely remember them!”
"Of course! What you said is a good idea."
Guo Qing nodded happily. He originally planned to go to a few more brigades, but after talking to Li Zhongxin, the accountant of Dongshan Brigade, he had a new plan in his heart. He hurriedly said goodbye to Li Zhongxin and rushed to the credit union.
Back at the credit union, Guo Qing calmed down and sat at his desk, busy for another two days. He collected all the documents about the financial management of the social team from the higher-ups, and extracted the main spirit of the regulations, guidelines, methods, disciplines, and policies bit by bit. Then, he classified and summarized them. He also integrated his personal experience and feelings in his daily work. He summarized more than 20 articles and divided them into three parts. The first part of the two, mainly on the importance of financial management and the main task. The last two were to clarify the responsibility of financial management and the punishment for violating these regulations. The middle sixteen articles were the regulations on the management of cash, property, and physical objects in the club's finance, the main procedures of democratic financial management, and so on. After adjusting and tidying up, he carefully copied it again and showed it to his good friend, Accountant Ma. Accountant Ma looked at it carefully and said in surprise,"My National Day, the central government has a 'double ten' and now you have a 'twenty'! Isn't he too powerful?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? These 20 rules are aimed at our community. How can we compare with the central government? Besides, even if there were a thousand or ten thousand of them, they would still be in the middle! I'm asking you to see if these regulations include financial management. Which of his statements were inappropriate? You're an old accountant. You better check it carefully. I'll show it to the leader.”
Accountant Ma looked at it seriously for a long time. In the end, he said with some doubt,"The points that you summarized are all good, but I think it's difficult to implement. For example, you said that if any of the club's officers do not implement the above regulations, they will be suspended for inspection or revoked of their duties depending on the seriousness of the offense'.”
"Of course, it's not good for us to say this. If this is our credit union's decision, I'm afraid it won't be easy to implement it. However, if the leaders of the Xiangyang People's Commune agreed to the 20 articles and the party committee of the Commune studied them, then it would be the decision of the Xiangyang People's Commune.”Guo Qing asked confidently.
Accountant Ma nodded noncommittally.
Guo Qing took the "20 Rules" and showed it to Director Li and Director Lin. He then passed it to Director Han and reported his plans and ideas in detail.
A few days later, Director Han and Guo Qing discussed the "20 Rules" regarding financial management. Director Han was very interested in it and attached great importance to it. He said,"On National Day, the Party Committee of the Commune has already approved your Twenty Rules in principle. You can find a printing factory to print it in the form of a notice. The words have to be printed bigger. The Commune Management Committee will then issue a document to each brigade to put forward the specific requirements for the implementation of these '20'.”
Guo Qing listened to Director Han's words and beamed. He let out a long sigh as if he had eaten honey. He happily hummed a little tune and returned to the credit union. When he entered the door, he proudly placed the draft of the "Twenty Rules" approved by Director Han on his desk and said,"How was it?" 20, passed!"
Accountant Ma picked up the draft with a smile and carefully read the few lines written by Director Han. These twenty decisions have been discussed and passed by the Commune Party Committee, and will be implemented from now on. It was planned to be printed in the form of a notice, which would be widely posted in the places where the members often visited, so that the broad masses of members would know it and everyone would know it. Han Qiusheng (signature). After reading it, Accountant Ma put down the draft and joked,""National Day, I really admire your indomitable spirit!”"Where do you print it?" Accountant Ma suddenly asked. Have you found the printing factory?"
"I haven't asked around yet."
"I heard that our Jingueta Village Primary School's school-run printing factory can print it. You might as well go and take a look.”
"Aiya! That would be much more convenient."
Early the next morning, Guo Qingxing rushed to the Jingueta Brigade and went straight to school. He wanted to ask about the situation first.
The principal of Jingueta School was Ding Ruiqi, who was in his fifties. He dressed like a farmer. He was bald and dressed in coarse Chinese-style clothes. He spoke in a somewhat rustic manner, but it was said that he was the best math teacher in the entire community. When he was the class teacher in the past, his class's students would always be among the best in the entire district's comprehensive examination. His peers admired him.
"Principal Ding, I'm from our credit union. I'm here to see if our school's printing factory can print this document.”
"I've seen you before, Accountant Zhong. I was wondering why you had the time to come to my place today.”Perhaps Principal Ding was excited to see someone bringing business to his school-run factory. He immediately explained the situation in his factory enthusiastically to National Day."The biggest sheet we have here is as big as a whole sheet of white glossy paper.”
"I want to print that big. I plan to print 200 copies.”
"No problem. If you want to print 200 copies, it's best to come here. If you want to go to a big printing factory, they won't be willing to give you the layout because they think that you have too few prints! Then let's go to the printing workshop now. If you have any requirements, tell Master Dong.”
Speaking of school-run printing factories, it was a form of rural primary schools responding to the "May 7 instructions" of Leader Mao and leading students to "learn engineering, agriculture, and military". In fact, it was a rural enterprise established in the name of the school. The income was not taxed by the state and was used to supplement part of the school's teaching expenses. At that time, larger schools had chalk factories, pencil factories, printing factories, and so on. The printing factory of Jingueta School was doing well. The reason was that the printing technology was not easy to master, and they were the only ones nearby. Usually, he would print some students 'workbooks or draft papers, and his business would be booming.
There were a total of five workers and an old master who was nearly 60 years old in this printing factory. The old master's surname was Dong, and his name was Gao Ming. In his early years, he was an apprentice in a private printing factory in the county town. He mainly learned the plate making and printing of stone printing. After the Liberation, he worked as a worker in the state-owned printing factory until he retired a few years ago. With the continuous upgrading of printing technology, the process equipment for stone printing was no longer used. The county printing factory had already thrown it into the warehouse and no one cared about it. When he heard that the school was going to set up a factory, Master Dong found the county printing factory leader and bought the set of stone printing equipment at a very cheap price to help Principal Ding set up the school printing factory. Master Dong's calligraphy was also elegant and neat. This was the hard work he had practiced in the plate making process for many years.
When he saw Master Dong, he was busy in the printing workshop. He was wearing a pale blue overalls, a blue work hat, a white apron, a white sleeve on each arm, a pair of presbyopic glasses, and a red and blue pencil by his right ear. He picked up the draft of the "Twenty Rules" handed to him on National Day and flipped through it."About 1200 words?"
"Yes, a total of six pages. Including the punctuations and spaces, it should be 1320.”
"You can finish it on a large piece of paper, and the words won't be too small. I'll draw a grid for you. Take a look again. It'll definitely be generous, clear, and comfortable.”
"Master Dong, I will stay here today and accompany you. I will leave after I finish printing.”
"Alright, we'll start tomorrow morning."
Although the technique of stone printing was far behind the current photocomposing and electronic composing, it was still a very scientific and meticulous printing process. Master Dong had cultivated a serious and meticulous work style over the years, so from beginning to end, when he operated every procedure, he seemed so pious and meticulous. He first laid a piece of light yellow wax-coated transparent plate paper flat on a glass plate, then took out a ruler and pencil, and drew a grid on the paper according to the calculated size. After he was done, he used a pencil to fill in all the words on the document according to the requirements of the order. It was not until he had filled in all the contents of the manuscript that he heaved a sigh of relief and said,"This is half the work.”
The second step was writing. He first mixed the "medicine ink". The "medicinal ink" that Master Dong mentioned was a sticky liquid mixed with ink after being diluted with sulfuric acid. Then, he took out a few brushes of the same size and began to write the characters in the grid one by one. Master Dong's regular script was really good. It was square and beautiful. It was not done in a day! In order not to make any mistakes, he wrote very slowly. Guo Qing estimated that he could only write seven or eight words a minute. Guo Qing stood in front of him and held his breath. He handed him a pen and ink and looked at the draft, just in case there were any mistakes. But he didn't. Master Dong had already written half of it. He didn't say a single word wrong, not even a single syllable.
It was not until the next morning that Master Dong finished writing it. He had to proofread it three times before he decided.
The third process was plate making. Master Dong asked the young man who had learned plate making from him to wipe the water on the flat and smooth stone slab several times, and then gently pasted the plate making paper that had been written on it. After sticking it on, he used the printing roller to roll it back and forth several times until the plate paper was completely combined with the stone slab.
The fourth step was printing. After the layer of paper was dry, he rinsed it with clean water. After the paper was completely rinsed, the black words were left on the stone slab. They were all reversed words. He touched them gently with his hand and felt that they were a little protruding. Then, he used a black ink roller to apply ink on the stone slab. Then, he placed a piece of white paper on it and pressed it over with a pressure roller. Then, he lifted the white paper and completed it.
On National Day, she looked at the first printed product. It was really beautiful. The walnut-sized bold headline " Xiangyang People's Commune's Financial Management Decision " appeared solemn and solemn. From the beginning of the text, it was the size of a thumb, and it was written in elegant regular script. It made people feel extraordinary and pleasing to the eye. Guo Qing admired it repeatedly and couldn't help but praise it repeatedly."Good, good, Master Dong! Not bad!"
At this time, Master Dong said,"Accountant Zhong, look carefully a few more times and see if there are any mistakes. Don't dare to post the wrong things for others to see!"”
Guo Qing listened to Master Dong's words and felt that there would be no mistake. He had already checked it several times, but since Master Dong had said it, there was no harm in reading it a few more times. He slowly read through it twice from beginning to end. When he was about to finish reading it the second time, he found a mistake in the last 20th item. He had mistakenly written "Finance" as "Cai Wu". Aiya! There really were other words. However, he did not say anything. He read it carefully from beginning to end twice. There were indeed no more mistakes. He felt that it was not worth making a fuss to have a single wrong word on such a large piece of paper. Besides, who could tell that there were so many words on such a dense piece of paper? He said to Master Dong indifferently,"Mr. Dong, I found a word that says goodbye. I don't think you need to change it, right?”
"How can that be? Let me see!"
After National Day pointed it out to him, he pondered and said,"One word? It's fine if it's just one word, but there's no way to change it on the board. Let's write a word and paste it up?”As he spoke, he asked a few young workers to continue printing. He took a piece of white paper for printing and began to draw grids on it. After drawing the grids, he picked up a brush and wrote a " Wu " character in each grid. After writing more than 200 " Wu " characters, he cut them out one by one, applied glue, and neatly pasted the " Wu " character. By the time the 200 " decisions " were printed, Guo Qing and Master Dong had also finished sticking the " nothing " word and tidied up the 200 printed " decisions " neatly. At this moment, Guo Qing reached into his pocket, ready to settle the bill with Mr. Dong. Mr. Dong did not say anything when he saw his actions. He took out a completed receipt from the drawer and handed it over. There was a printing fee of 200 yuan on it. He also conveniently put the 200 yuan cash that he had handed over on National Day into the drawer and locked it. Everything was silent, but it was so logical and unquestionable.
On National Day, he wrapped the 200 " decisions " on the bicycle and said goodbye to Master Dong. Before getting on the bicycle, Guo Qing turned around and looked at Master Dong. With deep respect, he said,"Thank you, Master Dong!"
On the way back to the credit union, Guo Qing happily rode his bicycle, carrying 200 copies of the financial management system that still emitted the fragrance of ink, and hurried on his way. He seemed to see that these systems had been pasted on the walls of the production teams, and the members were gathered in front of the "system" that looked like a notice. They were squinting their eyes and reading it carefully, chanting it, and discussing it one by one. Thinking of this, he could not suppress the excitement in his heart and unconsciously sped up.
After the " Twenty Rules " system was printed, National Day was in a hurry to show it to Director Lin and Director Han. The two leaders were very satisfied. In order to play the role of this system. National Day suggested to the two leaders to hold a special brigade accounting meeting to publicize and implement this system. Director Han should emphasize it at the meeting. "That's not enough?" Director Han said with a smile. We must make this system known to everyone and strictly enforce it. It's National Day. Inform me as soon as possible.”
The next morning, all the 13 brigades of the company reported to the credit union on time. Director Lin first talked about the importance of making these "20 rules" and the specific requirements for publicizing and implementing these "20 rules". At the end, Director Han made a serious emphasis. He said,"This '20 Rules' is the specific policy for our Xiangyang Commune to manage the financial work of the community team. The cadres and members of each team must strictly abide by it. The task of our brigade accountant is to do a good job in publicity and education, and to check the implementation of the supervision system. First, these 'small notices' had to be posted in places where the masses frequented and could easily see them. After that, every production team would hold a member meeting and explain the details one by one, so that everyone knew about it. Finally, I would like to emphasize that the responsibility of checking the implementation of these systems falls on the heads of our brigade's accountant. The implementation of these systems is good or bad, and even because of the poor implementation of this system, there are various financial management problems. We can only find these comrades sitting here to settle accounts. Did everyone hear that?"
"I heard it!" Everyone answered in unison. They all knew Director Han's temper and his usual habit of being serious. Some stuck out their tongues, while others glared at him.
After the brigade accounting meeting ended, National Day went around the various brigades and quietly asked around. He found that the " twenty rules " had been posted and the team had already held a member meeting. As for the implementation of the system, he would only know when he conducted a specific inspection in the future.
One day half a month after the "Twenty Rules" was issued, National Day had just pushed his bicycle into the credit union's gate when Accountant Ma shouted through the glass window,""Aiya, speak of the devil! You came back just in time for National Day. Just now, the messenger from the public communication center called you and Director Lin to see Director Han. He said that there was an urgent matter. Director Lin had already gone. Before he left, he asked me to find a way to inform you!”
"Is that so? Then I'll hurry over." Guo Qing said as he put away his bicycle and rushed to Director Han's office.
When he walked into Director Han's office, he saw Director Lin sitting at his desk and reading a document seriously. He had a frown on his face.
Seeing Guo Qing enter, Director Han immediately went straight to the point."On National Day, the people from Phoenix Ridge came to me to complain. They said that their finances were in a mess and that the officers had serious corruption. They asked the Commune to send someone to check the accounts. I've discussed it with Director Lin. I want you to stay there for a few days and understand the situation first.”
"Alright, then I'll leave tomorrow?”Guo Qing immediately said without hesitation.
"Sigh! There's no rush. It's already the 28th of December today, and the day after tomorrow is the Spring Festival. I think you should think about it first and prepare for it. You can go after the 5th of January. I'll give their branch secretary a heads up in advance.”
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