The general of the little doctor in space comes to farm

Chapter 1021 Good memory is not as good as bad writing
Yang Xinlin stood up and said: "I used to take notes when I was learning from you, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

I want to write it down, so you don’t have to read them one by one during the Laba Festival next year, and just write the list for you to read. Even if there are deletions, it will be convenient and save time. "

"Very well, everyone should develop the habit of taking notes. Of course, I don't want you to write down everything I say. It's best to write down what you think is important or related to your department."

Everyone answered yes in unison, Li Guanshi felt ashamed and took the initiative to admit his mistake, "Master, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't be self-righteous, thinking that knowing those materials is careless, I ask for a fine of two months."

The monthly silver for the stewards of Chenxi Villa is not low, and the minimum monthly silver is 15 taels, which is equivalent to the Fengyin of a ninth-rank official, and it increases or decreases according to the category of responsibility and the degree of importance.

The importance of the Purchasing Department is of course self-evident. Li Guanshi has a full 100 taels of silver for two months, which is too much for him, but it is nothing for Bai Xi.

Managers must clearly distinguish rewards and punishments, and at the same time, they must deal with them flexibly so as not to lose people's hearts.

"Since the opening of the villa, everyone has seen Guan Li's ability to handle affairs. I also see it in my eyes and keep it in my heart. If you have made no mistakes, I will naturally not punish you.

No one is perfect, and I have bad habits myself, but we have to develop good habits deliberately, and in the end you will find that it will save a lot of trouble. "

Bai Xi gave the steps, and Li Guanshi immediately rode downhill on a donkey, "My boss is right, you continue to talk, I'm ready."

"All beans are prepared, especially red beans, soybeans and mung beans; red dates, peanuts, lotus seeds, medlars, chestnuts, walnut kernels, almonds, longan, walnuts, and pine nuts are also prepared."

Some things are available in the villa, and some are not, and they all have to be screened and equipped by the purchasing department.

Bai Xi didn't read fast, so she talked about what she could think of, seeing that it was really inconvenient and a waste of paper for them to write with a brush, so she decided to go into the space to talk to Tutu about making pens.

Fine craftsmanship may not be available, she can make simple ones for everyone to try first, and when the technology becomes more and more mature, she can make them for sale.

However, today's scholars all use brushes, and they also write with brushes during scientific examinations. The examiners will also give impression points based on the words as appropriate. I am afraid that students will not be able to earn their share of money.

If the promotion is good, the market should be very good in informal occasions, and she will act after the Laba Festival.

After the people from the purchasing department left, Bai Xi did some preparatory work again. After the materials were bought back, he made several kinds of porridge for the propaganda department, so that people could taste it when handing out flyers.

Bai Xi personally made several flavors of porridge and some snacks to send to the General Zhen Guo's Mansion, Duke An Guo's Mansion, and Zhang's family, and specially prepared one for Feng Yichen to send to the Concubine Xian in the palace.

"Want to bring the business to the palace?"

Bai Xi denied his statement, "No, I just want to honor the concubine Xian."

Feng Yichen looked at her dotingly, could he still not understand the small thoughts in her heart, and teased her: "You are in a hurry to please your parents before you marry me?"

"Sooner or later, you monkey will not be able to escape from my Wuzhi Mountain. You go and come back quickly. I'll wait for you to come back and draw pictures of the porridge and snacks I prepared."

Feng Yichen pecked her on the forehead, "If you think about it, just tell me, isn't there a painter here who is painting?"

(End of this chapter)