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Chapter 33 Organizational Models(1/2)

Chapter 33 Organizational Model

Author: Writer hcaGwv

Chapter 33 Organizational Model

"What can I do?" Chang Sheng suppressed his inner displeasure and asked coldly.

"The villain discovered that the forest trees in Longshan are mainly ash and metasequoia, both of which are the pillars of building houses. Secondly, although the mountainous rock formations cannot be cultivated, almost every rock crevice is filled with soil. There is a lot of soil in the rock formations.

jujube, wolfberry

Things like wolfberries and mushrooms. If adults send people to collect them in the mountains, once a small amount can be accumulated, it will be a good source of food. The wolfberries can also be sold to pharmacies. Moreover, these tasks do not require young people to work, and the elderly and children can do it."

I know about wolfberry and mushroom longevity, but this is the first time I heard about it.

If it can be used as food to satisfy hunger, it can really save some food and give the elderly and children something to do.

After thinking for a moment, Changsheng's brows relaxed a little: "That sounds good, you can continue."

"I obey, little one." Zhang Baobao continued.

Zhang Baobao's core idea is to oppose cutting down trees to create farmland. He believes that instead of wasting time on a pile of rocks, it is better to make use of Longshan's unique natural resources.

He had obviously been busy following Lao Sun up the mountain these past few days, and discovered many varieties of wild vegetables.

There are dandelions, horsetails, violets, cypresses, sourweeds, kudings, etc. There are about seven or eight kinds in total.

What is particularly rare is that these wild vegetables have extremely strong vitality. After one wave is pulled out, a new wave will grow soon. As long as the root system is not damaged, a piece of wild vegetables can be picked repeatedly.

In addition to the yield advantage, most of these wild vegetables require strong labor to collect, which can also absorb part of the idle labor force.

Not only wild vegetables, Zhang Baobao rattled off a lot of herbal names, such as plantain, cassia seed, xianggapi, isatis root, kudzu root, dangshen, platycodon, adenophora... Some Changsheng had heard of it, and some had never heard of it at all.

Heard it.

"Not only can we keep these herbs for our own use, but the excess can also be sold to pharmacies and medical clinics. There is no need to worry about the market. I hope the owner will learn from it!" After Zhang Baobao finished speaking, he kowtowed to the ground and became motionless.

You are quite capable. You turned a mountain that was about to be burned into a treasure house. It is worthy of your name, Comrade Treasure!

Changsheng changed his leaning position and continued to ask: "So what you mean is that not only must the mountains and forests not be destroyed, but they must also be protected?"

"My master is wise!" Zhang Baobao replied.

Looking at Zhang Baobao lying on the ground with his butt raised high, Chang Sheng suddenly thought of Song Jiang when he surrendered to the court.

Be it Song Jiang or Chao Gai, as long as you have the ability, the more the better.

How do you say that? What is most valuable in this era: talent!

Changsheng thought of this and smiled slightly, "You have done a good job. No wonder the old god Sun specially recommended you to me."

"Master, you are so complimentary. It's just a momentary foolishness." Zhang Baobao finally showed a smile on his face lying on the ground.



Two days later, at a meeting of the camp's top management, Changsheng formally proposed the establishment of a new organization: the overall planning department, with Zhang Baobao as the chief.

Originally, she wanted to call it the Coordination and Planning Department, but Zi Qiao secretly reminded her that the system of the Sui Dynasty was three provinces and six ministries. It was taboo to use department names.

"What does this subject do?" This was Zi Qiao's question.

"Who is Zhang Baobao?" This is an auspicious question.

"Zhang Baobao was recommended by Mr. Sun. It is said that he stayed with Mr. Sun the longest before he left." Zi Qiao explained for Changsheng.

"You are the best spy! The intelligence organization of the Sui Dynasty is their loss without you!" Chang Sheng gave him a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the compliment." If Zi Qiao would have blushed and thanked him when he first came here, now that he was used to Chang Sheng's daily teasing, he bowed slightly to accept the wave of praise.

"In short, the role of this department is to be the official of the camp, responsible for communication between superiors and subordinates."

Ruyi was twirling her thumb when she heard Chang Sheng's words and took it out, "Is the steward of the camp like Uncle Zhong?"

Uncle Zhong is his father's personal slave and has been serving his father since he was a child.

"Yes, it's the upgraded version of Uncle Zhong."

Changsheng will come up with some strange words intentionally or unintentionally, and everyone is used to it. With this upgraded version, everyone can guess the general idea.

"What do you mean by this chicken version of Uncle Zhong, what does he usually do?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Communicate downwards and be responsible upwards. For example: Ruyi led people to pick up a piece of iron ore in the back mountain. He suspected that there might be iron ore there, so he reported the good news to the team leader. This used to happen

The thing is that every day when the team leaders have meetings, they report to me together. Now we have this system

The coordinator, the team leader will report the situation to him first, and then the coordinator will summarize and report it to me. After I read it, I will give my approval. He will design the survey and mining plan, arrange manpower and materials, and go to the area.

Exploration and mining. Can you understand what I’m saying?”

Jixiang smacked the words of Changsheng and remained silent.

Ruyi suddenly shouted: "Like a bridge, like a bridge!"

This sound flashed a flash of lightning in Ji Xiang's mind. He understood instantly and clapped his hands suddenly: "Yes, it is the bridge, the bridge connecting us and our men."

"This can improve efficiency. You don't have to report everything to me and wait for my instructions." Changsheng smiled and took a sip of water.

"I think you are afraid of trouble. Leave all your work to him and take some time off by yourself." Ji Xiang exposed her ruthlessly.

Putting down the cup, he stretched greatly: "He's not the only one. It's true that he is the commander-in-chief now, but he can recruit people by himself, as long as they are qualified. Now that the stalls are open, professional work is required

Leave it to professionals, and it’s time for me to take a rest.”

It is true that the stalls are spread out.

Nowadays, the development of the camp is booming. In just seven days, the number of people has increased from less than 300 at the beginning to more than 2,000 today. The number of the work team (formerly the herb collection team) has more than doubled.

In response to this matter, Changsheng raised the second topic of today's meeting.

"There are too many groups, and some group members are complicated. They can do everything, want to do everything, and can't do anything well. It's better to break up and regroup." Changsheng held the cup in his hand and blew on the tea leaves floating on the water.

"How do you plan to divide it?" Jixiang was the first to ask.

"Divided into four camps according to work, black, white, red and green."

"Oh? What should I say?"

"Black is for farm work, white is for trading and purchasing, red is for fishing and hunting livestock, and green is for things on the mountain. In simple terms, it is like this. Women, children, and the elderly are grouped separately and are responsible for the daily work of the camp. Let's go into more details."

"How to arrange the establishment of each battalion?" Perhaps because of his background as a scribe, the issue of establishment was always Zi Qiao's biggest concern.

Chang Sheng happily answered his civil servant's sorrow: "Imitating General Liao's military establishment, each battalion has three hundred men. There is one lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, and three captains and three company commanders. Each company has one hundred men, and one company is divided into three.

There are three platoon leaders, each in charge of thirty people."

Although General Liao is always called General, in fact, his official position should be accurately said as General Lang. His subordinate happens to be the Colonel.

So when he heard Chang Sheng's description, he secretly admired it. It seemed like he was copying it, but it was hard to find any problems. He changed the general's official title from captain and captain to lieutenant colonel and captain. He was really lazy.

Then he smiled and said: "This is not an imitation of ours. It is clearly your own creation. Don't rely on us."

Jixiang interrupted the two of them: "Whether it's a copycat or original, this idea is really good. Now that there are so many people, it's obviously not enough to only have a few team leaders. Some team leaders have already told me that every time

He is constantly stuffed with people, all of whom are newbies, and it has begun to affect the progress of the work."

Where there are people, there is a world, and where there is a world, there is competition. Although it seems that the number of positions has not increased much, the wonderful thing is that the original equality between team leaders has become the current superior-subordinate relationship.

Zi Qiao asked the key question: "How to determine the candidates for these official positions?"

Changsheng took a sip of tea and said, "No, do you have any suggestions?"

Zi Qiao smiled: "How about selecting outstanding team leaders from among the current team leaders?"

Changsheng looked at the other people and asked what they meant.

"I have no objection." Commander Liao shook his head and said.

Ji Xiang: "I have a personal recommendation, Xu Liang, the current leader of the fourth group."

Changsheng raised his eyebrows: "What position do you want to recommend him for?"

"He's the leader of your black camp, he's called Ying Zhang, right? What do you think?"

Ruyi interrupted and said, "That guy is nice. He brings back a lot of wild fruits every time."

Zi Qiao nodded: "I know Xu Liang. He has an honest and friendly personality. He works really hard and is well regarded by the team members. I would also like to recommend someone who is also an old man. He is very sincere to you. His name is...

"

Listening to everyone talking about their favorite candidate, Changsheng could already imagine the next development.

The battalion commander recommended the company commander, and the company commander recommended the platoon leader. This is a tempting and dangerous trap. Not to mention others, even Changsheng himself inevitably wants to use people who are close to him, so-called direct relatives. Zhang

Isn't the treasure an example?

To a certain extent, after the direct line leader who was originally promoted by Chang Sheng has reached a high position, the direct line leader who is promoted again can be regarded as her direct line leader. Regardless of personal feelings or level of trust, most people will give priority to their direct line subordinates.

"The candidate list is all listed, let me take a look first." Changsheng turned to Ziqiao who was discussing with them and said.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Chang Sheng's mind. Which is more important, talent or focus? This seemed to be a difficult decision between a fish and a bear's paw.

"Elevating talents and appointing them" sounds easy to say. Although Changsheng has an exquisite heart, he also thinks that it is difficult to distinguish between people's hearts. And "nepotism" seems to be a more common practice in this era, and it is not

Useless.
To be continued...
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