Before Yun Poyue got close to Ling'er, the time was pushed forward by six and a half to seven months, that is, about half a year ago, he worked as a postman at the newly established Daming Post Office. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Being a postman is a chore.

In those years, in order to escape, escape the war, or go out to beg for a living, people often did not return home for several years. Sometimes, even if you are homesick and want to go back to see, you catch up with the warlords in front of you, and the artillery is fired, swords and guns are raised, and the roads are blocked. can only look at the moon and sigh in vain:

Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

At this time, a letter of greeting peace from the wild geese is particularly precious.

And some people not only send letters, but also bring some clothes, food, greeting cards, local specialties or something, so that the postman is equivalent to a modern express delivery person, usually need to be equipped with a large cloth jacket. One end is forward, the other is back, and both sides are bulging.

To do this job, you must not only be familiar with the distance and geographical environment of the city and the surrounding villages, but also have a strong pair of muscles and bones and carry a heavy parcel.

And from beginning to end, walk one yard against the soles of your feet.

Bicycles are not available.

Motorized equipment is not to be counted on.

At that time, there were only two wooden bicycles imported from Europe and Asia in the Daming Post Office, not to mention the clumsy and heavy body, because the two wheels were made of wood, and the outside was wrapped with a layer of iron sheet, so it was not only rattling, but also bumpy when walking!

Ride a bicycle like this to deliver something.

Before it got dark for a day, not only was my buttocks worn out by the hard saddle, and my heart ached, but even my head was swollen for no reason after being shaken all day.

The face shape is divergent and the muscles are relaxed.

The whole head is swollen.

It may even look bigger than its butt.

Probably because of the short circuit of the nerves inside, it was completely wrong, and the problem like epilepsy began to attack. Some postal workers start talking nonsense as soon as they go to work in the morning: "After arranging the day's work in the morning, I have a little joy in my heart, and now everything is fine, I can sit down and take a rest!"

The old chief, Pandava, would hit him the back of the head with his hand. If it doesn't work, just flick three more brains on your forehead, and then say kindly: "Then you can go home, don't receive this day's salary." ”

Or the other party deliberately pretended to be stupid, demented and stunned, and did not understand the essentials, so the old director put on a straight face and solemnly admonished: "How can there be a finish? Eight hours a day, four hours, at least you have to read ten newspapers in the morning, drink two thermos of tea, go to the toilet nine times, and eat six steamed buns, seven plates of stir-fried vegetables, three bowls of noodles, and a large pot of egg drop soup for lunch, and then countless times in the afternoon......

The postman was startled at this, and suddenly realized, like waking up from a dream: "It turns out that you are fooling scalpers?"

Since they can't ride bicycles, and they can't travel through time and space casually, and are equipped with the necessary modern devices, the postman has no other way to choose for a large number of distressed mails, except for shoulders, backpacks, hand-to-arms, and waist wraps.

Dressed in tattered old clothes, covered with dust, running between the city and the countryside.

In addition, because the lunch allowance distributed by the bureau in the past was too low, many postmen had to carry some cold steamed buns, fried rice noodles, and a few pickles in their arms before leaving, so as to nibble on two bites when they were hungry halfway.

The errand of the Daming Post Office is so hard and cold, there is not much money to be made, and if ordinary people are not struggling to make a living, I believe that most people are unwilling to engage in this profession.

And there are hundreds of people, all kinds of differences.

Some postal clerks have poor personal qualities, not only loading and unloading savagely, damaging goods, but also secretly opening and peeking at other people's love letters when they are bored. Sometimes I may see that the express mailing list of others is not clear, and I take the opportunity to deduct and fill my pockets, which also happens from time to time.

For example, once someone entrusted two red silks, after several tosses, layers of hands and feet, and finally to the customer's hands, only a narrow ribbon remained.

There are also those who are recruited with low culture.

I don't know the foreign character code, and the street number of the small seal, ignorant, plausible, looking at the door. In this way, it is inevitable that there will be an either/or mistake.

For example, sending calcium-fortified baby milk powder to the home of an elderly couple who are over the age of old, handing over reading glasses to a doll in elementary school, forcibly dispensing a pack of embroidery needles to a stout gentleman in his thirties, or accidentally sending two boxes of condoms to ********an eighty-seven-year-old grandmother who has long since retired and recuperated in a certain community when he works in the "big world" song and dance hall!

Therefore, not long after Yun Poyue became a postman, the old director Pandawa held a general meeting of all the staff and spoke bitterly on the rostrum for two hours and fifteen minutes. It has been repeatedly emphasized that we must enhance our sense of historical mission, sense of responsibility for work, and sense of collective honor, carry forward the main theme of the times, cultivate and shape a good industry spirit and professional image, and achieve the goal of further unifying thinking, improving work style, uniting people's hearts, and promoting work.

Earnestly, solidly and steadily do a good job in postal delivery.

Give back to the community.

For the benefit of the people!

At the beginning of his tenure, Yun Poyue, a temporary employee of the Daming Post Office, was sent a good errand by his superiors to go to Fugui Villa, the "Capital No. 1" in the villa community in the south of the city, to distribute mail and letters.

The return trip here is short, the distance is short, and you can run two round trips a day.

If you are not afraid of the butt.

Occasionally, you can ride a two-wheeled wooden car.

There aren't many items in the parcel for delivery.

Unlike other postal clerks, when they go out, they fill two bags full of them.

It's just and it's breaking fast.

Yun Poyue thought, this is probably because the villas of Fugui Villa are all rich people, and there is generally nothing lacking in the family. Shopping is more emotional, never buy the best, but only the most expensive, willing to spend a lot of money. And those heavy items, many merchants promise to carry upstairs.

Assembled.

One-stop service.

This saves Yun Poyue a lot of effort.

It's not just light, it's also comfortable.

At noon, he can deliver letters calmly and return without bringing his own steamed buns, fried rice noodles and pickle gnocchi, and then eat a bite of hot rice, fragrant stir-fried vegetables and spicy and sour Korean fresh vegetables on the large round table in the canteen of the post office.

Yun Poyue is very content.

At first, he was filled with gratitude, thinking that his colleagues and superiors were reasonable and well-intentioned, and that he was young, just starting to work, and unfamiliar with the terrain - that's why he gave him such a beautiful errand!

Because he was happy, for a while he laughed at everyone he saw.

Grinning, baring his teeth, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows dropped.

Hehehe.

It's like a hot bun just out of the pot.

Later, by chance, he learned from the mouth of the old director Pan Dawa that it turned out that from January this year, the Daming Post Office implemented the wage system reform plan, and the previous welfare benefits will be greatly improved.

Wage increases are basically increased by the number of miles traveled by the postman.

The farther you run, the more you earn.

According to this repayment standard, not only wages, but also food subsidies and attendance incentives have also been increased a little. For example, if you run a long distance and use two legs every day, you will naturally have to waste your shoes. Because I can't eat on time, I often drink raw and cold water, and my stomach will inevitably feel uncomfortable. Because the weather is cold, sweating all over, and you may get rheumatism. Because the road often passes by the car, the loess is flying, the postman is carrying a heavy load, walking in it, you need to breathe a lot, the lungs need to increase the amount of activity, if you don't get it right, long-term inhalation of a large amount of dust containing free silica will also cause pulmonary fibrosis changes, dust accumulation, and may also cause silicosis.

To sum up, in terms of medical insurance, it is imperative for the imperial court to increase investment.

In short, if you count it all the way with your fingers, even if you don't need to help with your toes, you can easily settle this account, and the benefits that this postman who has traveled far away get are many times stronger than Yun Poyue!

I said, how can there be good things there, but they all walk around, and no one takes the initiative to get them?

The clouds that know the truth are peaceful. (To be continued.) )