So-called "agricultural good", which means a largish farm, with some bits of its own industry, a self-managed enterprise. The bits, in their case, were the mixing of cattle fodder from their own ingredients, and making their own yogurt (for internal use, of which we got a taste often). As most such enterprises were made on soil appropriated from the fleeing Germans and collaborators after the war, they were built from scratch - not in the owners' houses but in newly built little villages where the workers got housed and basically lived there. Though I don't remember any of them being considered a village.
This one was particularly strong, being a part of kombinat's production base, later a full member of it. By the time we (Avai later, incognito first) had them as a customer, the existence of kombinats was mostly forbidden, so they were on their own, and they were doing well. And the yogurt ran strong. It once happened that I drank too much of it, so trabant had to develop some incredible speed to get me home on time.
Their chief accountant was some serious economist, appearing at first glance as a green market peasant, but actually a genius, who knew not only his own field to the last notch, but also intuited how all that paperwork can influence production, how wrong information can, in real life, do substantial damage. It occurred, in times of SFRY, that kombinat was consulted when new laws were written around food production, and when it was about the agricultural part, the proposals came to his desk, and his opinion would be passed back to the MPs.
When we started with them, in spring 1994, their offices were in a building inside the kombinat's yard; by summer they moved to their own village, and he was getting ready to retire, and grooming his own replacement. The whole system was buzzing, they had almost everything automated - the workorder data would flow into payroll, from there into costing, all that into main ledger. The only problem was the cable jungle between the desks, when a high heel would occasionally yank a cable, and network would break.
And they printed a lot. I took their ribbons to Branko several times.
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