My career as a milkman

The textile mill operates in four shifts and three shifts, and the double shift system is implemented when there is no order. After work, pick up girls, workmates, and fall in love. I won't pick up girls. I ride around Qingshan, Nanhu and Yongjiang. A workmate saw me wandering around all day, so he introduced me to a part-time job as a milkman in Le Tong. Working hours are 1:30 in the morning to get milk from the milk station and deliver milk after 6 o'clock.

My daily task is about 100 bottles, and I need to climb stairs in different places to deliver bottles. Hard work is certain. The tricycle that delivers milk often gets stuck, leaks air or has other problems. At this time, it will push the car to deliver milk step by step in the street in the early morning, which is very sad. Gradually, tools such as pump, glue and wrench appeared on the tricycle, and you can open a garage. I'll fix it myself if there is a problem.

I went to work after delivering milk. I'm not sleepy when I deliver milk, but when I go to work. Once, I lay under the loom to repair and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept. While sleeping soundly, I was kicked in the thigh. I was kicked out of the loom and saw the woman who stopped the car staring at me and saying, "Are you asleep?" I couldn't stand up before I fully woke up. I didn't know how to answer her, so I got into the loom and continued to repair the machine. I am a worker's representative. One day, when I came back from delivering milk, I was informed to hold a workers' congress. I attended the meeting. I fell asleep soon after the meeting. Fortunately, I don't snore when I sleep, but people who sleep in chairs will shake. Soon, everyone around you knew about this situation. Later, the leaders on the rostrum also understood the situation. No one was quiet in the whole meeting, and I didn't sleep soundly. The sudden silence at the meeting also startled me.

When delivering milk to the gate of Shuangyong Road Air Force, I will hide in the dark and wait for them to change their posts, because I have to check my guns when changing my posts. In the silent night, the sound of gun loading and unloading is very clear, like beautiful music, very beautiful and beautiful. I have never been a soldier, but I have only been a militia for two years. I practiced communication with a two-watt radio on my back, and worked as a militia emergency detachment when the flood came in Nanning. The task is to plug the gap when the Yongjiang levee breaks at the risk of life. Of course, the flood did not make the Yongjiang levee burst.

In a residential area, milk boxes are placed on the 1 floor. Every household has a locked compartment. I have a lock here, which can open the whole box. When I opened this big lock, every empty bottle in a small compartment fell down. It turns out that the residents put the bottle too horizontally. As soon as I opened the gate, the bottle fell. I stretched out my hands and immediately turned left and right. The sound of the bottle falling to the ground is wonderful, but every time it rings, it hurts my heart. When the sound stopped completely, I squatted on the ground, put my hands on my knees and buried my head in my arms. I didn't cry, but tears kept rolling in my eyes.

There is a family in Nanhu District who has no milk box. Every time I put it at the door. One day, after I put the milk on the ground, I suddenly felt someone beside me, and I didn't make any noise. I looked at me quietly. The man's shadow on the wall made me jump, and I wanted to run downstairs. At this moment, the man spoke: "Young man, I have been waiting for you all night!" " When I looked back, it turned out to be an old woman standing by the door, her heart hanging down. I chatted with grandma and asked her why she didn't go to bed so late. It turned out that at first I put the milk on the floor by the door, and my grandmother reached into the door to get it. Later, I put the milk farther and farther away from the door, and my grandmother couldn't get the milk at the door. My grandmother had a problem with me and deliberately stayed up all night until I made it clear. After knowing the situation, I apologized to my grandmother and promised to put the milk in the most suitable position every time.

One night, when I first entered the intersection of education, two drunks stopped my tricycle in front of me on a motorcycle in a reverse direction, swearing. I swung the front of the car and gave it a hard push. The tricycle escaped their interception and angered the drunkards. They caught up with me and passed in front of me, and I wanted to do the same thing again. At this time, the chain of the tricycle fell off because of too much swing. I stopped the car and immediately took the pump from the car to prepare.

It turns out that these two drunks are drunk and thirsty. They want to drink milk when they see it. Of course not. Every bottle of milk has a customer reservation. After I confronted them and insulted them, I thought I might not be able to fight. Let's do something. Later, it was suggested that I buy you a drink, but one person can only drink one bottle and leave the empty bottle. Those two drunks stopped fooling around, drank the milk in front of me and left. At this time, what I feel most is that if life can be repeated, what I want to learn most is practicing martial arts. If this happens again today, I will start and end without saying a word. When I got back to the milk station after work, I realized that other milkmen had also encountered the situation and quarreled with them. Later, all the milk in the car was knocked over.

When delivering milk in Radio No.8 Factory, several young men and women were playing cards in the utility room downstairs. After delivering the milk, I went downstairs and looked at the milk on the tricycle. I found the problem, because I knew how many bottles were left in the car, and now there are a few bottles missing. I look at these young men and women. They looked at me. When they saw me looking at them, they quickly looked away. I went straight over without saying anything. I rummaged in the utility room where they played cards. They had cards in their hands, and none of them said a word. Unfortunately, I didn't dig out the milk later and left without looking back.

Fisheries research All bungalows, a household must have milk. One night, when I delivered milk to my door, there was a strange noise in the room. At that time, Japanese movies were not popular, but there were already many such scenes in Hong Kong movies. I also guessed that the people inside were doing something ulterior. My face turned red instantly, my heart beat faster, I was short of breath, my palms were sweating, and my milk almost fell. I put away the milk and turned to leave quickly, but my legs and feet didn't listen to me. One tripped and almost fell. Later, I deliberately slowed down when delivering milk to this family, but that strange sound never appeared again.

Xinxing village has no street lamps. When I send milk to a big family, I just want to put the milk in the box. Suddenly I smelled a very dangerous signal. I don't know where this dangerous signal comes from. I looked left and right and found nothing. Just when I felt nothing to relax, I looked down and suddenly saw a big dog. It crouched in front of me, stuck out its tongue, and looked at me transfixed, scaring the milk out of my hand. Although I am not afraid of dogs, it is still scary for a big dog to stare at you in front of me. I put the milk away without turning around. I stared at the big dog and stepped back slowly. I came to the tricycle, got on the bus quickly and ran away at a fast speed. The bottle made a crisp sound in the bumps. When I came the next day, I had a pump in my hand. At the door of a big house, the door suddenly opened, and I quickly raised the pump in my hand. At this moment, a man came out of the door. Yes, it's a man, not a big dog. The householder was startled when he went out and saw someone outside. As soon as he saw that he was a milkman, he asked me "good morning". At this time, I was still holding a pump and answering "morning". Then,

When I was delivering milk to a family near the Spring Festival, a greeting card suddenly appeared in the box. I picked it up and looked at the contents, which roughly means, "Uncle, thank you for helping me deliver milk. Thank you for your hard work. It's almost Spring Festival. Happy New Year to Uncle! " Obviously, it was written by the baby's mother. After reading the greeting card, I was deeply moved. Tears and sweat rolled down my face. After I wiped a batch of tears, another batch of tears flowed down. I sobbed and cried, feeling in my heart, what excellent parents, the children I taught can't be bad. I also left messages with paper and pen, said some words of blessing and put them in the box. I turned and wiped my tears and went downstairs.

Time flies without a trace, leaving you with either sadness or joy! Let's not leave today's sadness until tomorrow! Because, maybe years will bring joy to tomorrow!