Planar Trash

Since Cheng Jingchi was admitted to the postal system, she has worked in this outlet for three years, and this time of year is the busiest and most tiring.

When Xiao Li didn’t come to their branch, there were only two men and two women. The security guy was not in charge of this. Besides, they were getting older and had back pain or leg pain. For that kind of woman, Cheng Jingchi basically does the physical work alone, and the hard work cannot be repeated.

However, this year he has a fierce battle, a powerful fierce battle, no matter how heavy the package is in his hands, it is a trivial matter.

In today’s era when you can conveniently and quickly buy all kinds of necessities for food, clothing, housing and transportation without leaving home, on the magical day of Double Eleven, at least a quarter of the citizens are signing for express delivery or waiting to sign for it. middle.

Cheng Jingchi and his outlets have received many express orders since ten o'clock in the morning, ranging from assembling furniture and electrical appliances to small Durex.

Knowing that it would be a very busy day, Cheng Jingchi greeted several female soldiers in the office the day before, saying that she would bring a strong man to help the next day. One of the "friends" expressed their welcome.

Although their unit stipulates that irrelevant personnel cannot enter the office, as long as they do not enter the warehouse, it does not matter to weigh and pick items outside, and everyone is happy to have someone come to help.

Their outlets receive the most postal parcels. There is a logistics storage point near the post office. Many express companies will also transfer parcels from remote areas to them at a lower price. Therefore, during special events such as Double Eleven or the Spring Festival On a daily basis, the business of their outlets is actually quite good.

In the afternoon, Cheng Jingchi drove the delivery car to the location designated by the customer to pick up the package, and she must ensure that it could be delivered on time in the afternoon.

This is the first time Li Zhan has seen people's enthusiasm for online shopping, and he signed for parcels one after another.

One of the customers was a metal product maker. The room was full of boxes, hundreds of them. Each box looked small, but it was heavy, especially the customer lived on the fifth floor without an elevator.

Cheng Jingchi can carry up to six downstairs at the same time. With these hundreds of boxes, he has to run up and down dozens or hundreds of times?

"No need." Li Zhan said, looking around, found two large cardboard boxes that were fairly strong, stacked these small boxes neatly into the cardboard boxes, and then bent down and squatted down without any effort He picked up the cardboard box weighing more than a hundred kilograms, still with one hand.

The customer was dumbfounded immediately.

"The young man is so strong." The customer said enviously.

Cheng Jingchi was already very calm about Li Zhan's great strength. Li Zhan could even freeze frost out of thin air. With a little more strength, it would not be a big deal to carry a few more packages.

"He's stronger." Cheng Jingchi nodded in agreement, a little envious and jealous.

A man should be like Li Zhan, with long thighs and strong muscles, it doesn't look like he is a complete useless office worker.

After running back and forth three times, Li Zhan loaded all the packages into the car.

After signing the bill, Cheng Jingchi waved her hand and said with great pride, "Go, go to the next one."

Sign for receipt, transport, and continue to the next one.

Repeatedly, it was not until six o'clock in the evening that all the small bags were collected.

Cheng Jingchi looked at the big boxes and small boxes full of boxes at the back of the carriage, and was speechless.

The amount of collection today is more than the sum of the previous months at their outlets. Sure enough, Double Eleven is not only a festival for singles, but also a carnival night for hand-choppers!

"Don't look at the many packages we received today. In fact, they basically don't make money. The real money is the express logistics companies outside. Only those packages sent to remote places and rural areas with inconvenient transportation will go to the postal service. " Cheng Jingchi looked at Li Zhan's bewildered expression this afternoon, and explained, "We are mainly serving the people, not making money."

Li Zhan nodded to express his understanding: "Your work is very hard and noble."

It was the first time someone praised her sincerely, and Cheng Jingchi blushed.

In fact, most of their old-age care departments have the idea of ​​living a day and living for the elderly, which is not as noble as Li Zhan thought.

Even Cheng Jingchi's own motivation for being admitted to the postal system was not pure, but her thinking has long since changed.

The two of them were busy until eight o'clock before returning home exhausted. However, this was the most relaxing Double Eleven that Cheng Jingchi had ever had since working. In fact, he was only responsible for driving and signing for receipts. , Li Zhan took the initiative to take over any heavy work, and the two of them cooperated seamlessly and were very efficient.

"Thank you so much today." Cheng Jingchi rubbed the center of her brows and said, "My colleagues said they want to invite you to dinner another day. Which day is more convenient for you?"

Li Zhan said indifferently: "It's just a small matter, it's too polite, we don't need to see each other like this."

When he said this, his tone was very natural. It sounded like we were with each other, and the two of us were family. This made me understand the type of person I like a few days ago, and I have a bit of dissatisfaction with Li Zhan. Cheng Jingchi, who was at ease, subconsciously frowned, thinking, is this the rhythm of Li Zhan treating him as one of his own?

"Okay then, I will convey your thoughts to them well tomorrow." This was originally Sister Huang's idea, and Cheng Jingchi was only in charge of being a sounding board.

He scratched his head and asked again: "You have carried so many things, is your back sore? There is Huoluo oil prepared by my grandfather at home. You can rub some of it and it will make you feel much more comfortable."

"Small, it's not enough for me to loosen my bones." Li Zhan said, took off his coat, and walked towards the bathroom.

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

Are your bones so hard?The amount of activity to loosen a bone is also so great.

Li Zhan went to take a bath, Cheng Jingchi turned around and tidied up the living room a bit, but the house was already empty, and he was not at home most of the time, Li Zhan basically had no other activities except for meditation and watching TV. There is nothing to clean up, and it will be done in 2 minutes.

He sat on the sofa, waiting for Li Zhan to come out to use the bathroom.

The bathroom in the master bedroom is just a decoration because of the vortex portals appearing from time to time. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't figure out the law of the portals appearing, he even planned to reinstall the bathroom—there was a toilet. In the middle, I always feel uncomfortable, especially when I think that those medicinal residues can be taken orally or applied externally. Cheng Jingchi will thoroughly clean and disinfect the bathroom every two days, and it must be kept clean and tidy.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bathroom in the master bedroom is the cleanest place in the house, and it is fine to kneel and lick the floor.

Speaking of which, the time between the vortex portals was really long. Almost half a month had passed, and the vortex portals hadn't appeared again. Cheng Jingchi was somewhat disappointed.

According to the efficacy of Ningbi Pill, the medicine dregs collected in his hands can be used sparingly for a few years, but Cheng Jingchi always feels a little uneasy.

No matter what item has a shelf life, especially these medicinal pills and dregs that only appear in novels and TV shows, I don’t know how to preserve them to make the medicine last longer. If there is a stable source, it will save a lot of trouble.

But think about the magic and fantasy of the space portal, and then think about the heaven-defying efficacy of the Ningbi Pill. It is God's blessing that he can collect so many medicinal residues and get a defective product that is said to be a waste pill. It's better not to be too greedy in life.

Cheng Jingchi was sitting on the sofa thinking about something. He was also busy outside for a day today. Although the physical work was basically shared by Li Zhan, he drove the car all afternoon and climbed up and down. He was also very tired on the first flight of stairs, and was about to take a rest. As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the long-lost sound of space fluctuations coming from the bathroom.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and with joy in his heart, the portal opened again.

Cheng Jingchi rushed into the bedroom in three steps at a time, and stood at the door of the main bathroom. Sure enough, she saw that the nebula-like vortex portal appeared above the toilet, and it was "fluttering and fluttering" and dropping messy things.

Withered yellow weeds, rotten and disgusting remnants that looked like vomit, and scraps of paper flying all over the sky——

What was once a clean and tidy restroom suddenly turned into a veritable dump.

Cheng Jingchi was dumbfounded.

Although he was looking forward to opening the vortex portal a few more times, it was obviously real rubbish. Could he just let it go and dump it back?

Cheng Jingchi looked at the garbage in this place with a sad face, thinking that this time it was a big loss, not to mention the pills, not even a little bit of ash, but a whole room full of garbage, which stinks to the heavens.

Don't even think about sleeping in the master bedroom tonight.

Cheng Jingchi was holding her nose, hoping that the portal would disappear soon and stop dropping garbage, when suddenly, a white light flew out from the portal, unbiased, and shot right into Cheng Jingchi's half-opened mouth.

Fuck, what did he swallow? !

Cheng Jingchi turned pale with fright, and reflexively went to pour water under the faucet. After two mouthfuls, she felt something was wrong, and stuck her finger down her throat to induce vomiting, but it didn't help.

He could feel a round, bead-like thing sliding down his throat, down his esophagus, and then quickly disappearing into his body.

A pain that seemed to tear apart the soul came over, and Cheng Jingchi rolled his eyes and became dizzy.