In order to prevent petty theft, each step needs to be verified over and over again, and the hottest is not on the way to deliver the goods, but in the warehouse.

The temperature of each section of the unventilated warehouse Noda is actually different, which is estimated to be the reason for the placement of goods, and some places are even unventilated and the oxygen is thin.

Once inside, it will be really difficult to breathe, and you will feel dizzy if you stay too long.

Because a few years ago, there were summer workers who fainted in it, and later the pick-up regulations required two people to cooperate.

One is to reduce petty theft, and the other is to find and remedy in time if a person is hot or hypoxic.

The worst thing is that there will be big trucks to deliver goods to the warehouse every day, and when there are not enough people, I like to call us summer workers to help.

At that time, the lower waist was about to break after dozens of trips of transportation on a hot day, but the supervisor always said that the young man had a waist.

I earned three thousand three in two months during the summer vacation, and I was a little depressed after knowing that more than three thousand would be given to the head teacher.

The biggest change is still in the body, and I have lost a circle of muscles with stones.

After that, I was handed over to the teacher, and I went to the teacher's house instead of going home from school.

The teacher's house is at the back door of the school, only separated by a small alley.

It seems to be the home of the teacher's mother, with a large yard.

After the bench was moved out, more than a dozen students in our class were tutoring here.

There were even students in one or two other classes who sat down and the first thing they did was do their homework.

After that, there is the endorsement of the language, and at the end, if there is half an hour to ask the teacher if you don't understand the content.

But if you think about it, there is only one Chinese teacher among more than a dozen people, and the time that everyone can get is pitiful.

And because the Chinese teacher is the class teacher, it doesn't help me much.

But I'm really happy, I went to the teacher's house after school at five o'clock, and it was almost eight o'clock after I finished it.

During that time, the news of murderers in the city made people panic, so the teacher asked someone to pick them up when they went home.

My dad would come to the teacher's house to pick me up, and there was only one short way to get home at that time.

There was a late-night snack shop selling xiaolongbao around the corner of the road, and my father would always sneak me over to eat a basket.

And let me remember not to tell my mother that there are ten yuan in a cage of xiaolongbao.

I always eat six out of ten and leave four for my dad.

At that time, the xiaolongbao was dipped in this vinegar dish, and a few small pieces of ginger were placed in it.

It was the second best thing I've ever tasted besides my grandmother's soup, and of course I can't talk to my mom about it.

I remember that weekend, my father was working overtime to take me to see the pulp mill papermaking.

At that time, I didn't think much about it and agreed, but when I got to the place, I realized that it was completely different things from my understanding.

At first, I thought that the pulp mill was the paper used for textbooks, and this is what my father usually described.

But in fact, the opposite is true, Dad's pulp mill is indeed paper-making.

But it's really made of straw paper from street vendors, the kind used to go to the toilet.

The wood waste paper is shredded and filtered by the machine. Squeeze into pieces to dry, superimpose cutting and bundling, piles of side toilet paper piled up in the open space like a small workshop.

That's what my dad does, and it's a world away from what I imagined.

I thought it was going to play that day, but who knew it was to help.

I am responsible for sweeping the shredded scraps into the dustpan and re-importing them into the machine.

After that, I went to help almost every weekend, even if my dad didn't offer to take me.

Half in desperation, half voluntary.

Later, the boss of the pulp mill said that if I graduated and had no job, I could work in the pulp mill, but my father smiled and said that I was a big person.