Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1220 - 1186: Xiaodu’s Thoughts [Double-Length]

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1186: Xiaodu’s Thoughts [Double-Length]

What kind of benefits should be given?

Zhang Yanping also fell into contemplation.

After all, hiring a security guard for a community, you’d have people lining up even for 3500 a month. But for hiring security for the village’s hills and lands...

"4000, then." He deliberated and settled on the amount: "The salary isn’t high, but it fits the job description. Besides, we cover meals and accommodation, although I won’t boast about the living conditions, the food is definitely top-notch."

"During the New Year and holidays, we can pack a gift box of our local specialties. Even if they don’t consume it themselves, there will surely be people willing to buy it from them."

With this account, Zhang Yanping felt it was acceptable.

"One thing, for outsiders, we can’t employ them like the villagers. All five social insurances and one housing fund have to be covered."

This was certain, as most villagers are over the age limit, making employment contracts cumbersome. Also, the job isn’t year-round, more like temporary work. Additionally, young people like Yanran Qilin and Teacher Xin all have five insurances and one housing fund, don’t they?

Song Tan thought about it and felt it made sense, so she sent out the message in Secretary Xiaozu’s complex expression.

She also called out to Zhang Yanping: "Come on, since we’re asking Brother Xiaodu to recommend reliable people, we should go take some shots of the cafeteria and dormitory environment to give them an idea."

"Sure." Zhang Yanping went into the house to grab the tricycle keys: "Let’s go, you can film the environment along the way, let them know more about it."

Wu Lan murmured, "How many people do we need for our thousand acres of land? The monthly wages are not insignificant, are they?"

Calculating it, ten people amount to forty thousand! Truly heart-wrenching!

This was indeed a good question.

Song Tan chatted with Zhang Yanping on the tricycle: "We need to divide into day and night shifts, right? We may add a few screens and have someone watch the surveillance."

Zhang Yanping mulled it over and boldly suggested, "Actually, the items we grow are high-value, so we shouldn’t skimp on security... How about 20 people?"

Song Tan silently made some calculations.

Four thousand per person, plus all five insurances and one housing fund, almost amounts to 5500. For 20 people, the cost exceeds a million a year!

Song Tan took a deep breath.

But she knew, the 20 people Zhang Yanping suggested weren’t too many, actually.

A thousand acres isn’t concentrated, it’s scattered around. Security personnel also need to be spread out, preferably paired up. Moreover, it’s best to have two shifts per day and someone monitoring the surveillance at all times.

Therefore, 20 people monitoring these places wasn’t a lot at all.

Yet thinking the cost exceeding a million just to hire people for a year was really terrifying! Song Tan took a deep breath and decided to change her calculation method—

Just over a million, the price of a kilo of watermelon is 20 bucks, with an output of nearly ten thousand kilos per acre, the wages of twenty people are nothing more than six acres of watermelon...

No way! She hadn’t even planned to plant that many watermelons; better to switch to tea, 30 kilos of tea.

Thinking this way was much more reassuring.

Song Tan exhaled a long breath and nodded cautiously: "Alright! Between 18 to 23 people, let Brother Xiaodu recommend them individually. If not enough people, we can also go to the city’s retirees’ job fair, I heard they have a spring session."

The tricycle "buzzing" up the slope, Song Tan raised her phone, capturing the work environment videos for Brother Xiaodu.

...

Meanwhile, Xiaodu, frowning at his phone, also spoke to Lao Zhu:

"Old man, you see, we were pretty cautious last time we went out. It seems Song Tan hasn’t realized your special identity."

Lao Zhu, holding a stalk of straw, carefully nibbled on it—each of them carried a large sack, but dared not overindulge. The first day back, he had eaten too much, developed blisters in his mouth, so he decided to ration it slowly.

At the moment, with the "crunch crunch" sound, the old man’s voice came out muddled:

"That’s what you call smart."

"She’s clearly just thinking she’s a farmer, so whether our identity is special or not doesn’t affect her farming. So why bother thinking or guessing? It’s better everyone goes on vaguely."

He asked again: "What conditions did she offer?"

Xiaodu enumerated: "Five social insurances and one housing fund, 4000 in hand, meals and accommodation included, plus local specialties during holidays..."

"Whoa!" Lao Zhu pondered for a while: "That’s quite a good deal!"

"Indeed." Xiaodu nodded in agreement.

Not to mention anything else, in this larger situation, if soldiers with lower education can’t find suitable resettlement after discharge, they might not even find such decent jobs!

Just look at how cheap labor has become among today’s graduates; if targeted at society, who knows how many would flock to the villages [for care].