Express delivery is a high-risk occupation

The work of the delivery staff is actually very simple. Every morning, they sort out the packages that need to be delivered according to the area they are responsible for, and then deliver the packages one by one, and then take back the receipts and reconcile with the company for archiving.

Early in the morning, he hurriedly followed several "seniors" to sort out the goods. It was not until he packed the package into the mini electric tricycle assigned to him that Xu Mu had time to catch his breath.

A few minutes later, five blue electric tricycles came out in a file, the second from the left and the third from the right, and parted ways at the intersection of the community.Xu Mu and Brother Zhong, the most senior of the four "senior", are the two who are heading to the left.

"Xiao Mu, the customer over at Qingping Lane, please be polite when you deliver the package." Brother Zhong drove alongside Xu Mu at the speed of the tricycle, hesitating again and again, but still couldn't help but speak.

"Well, I've memorized the polite expressions in the training materials." The novice courier brother obediently accepted the teachings of his seniors.He had the impression that several packages were delivered to Qingping Lane when he was tallying just now. According to the distance, it should be his last stop today.Could it be that the customers in Qingping Lane are the difficult ones that Feng Yuan guessed?

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't contradict the people on that street." Brother Zhong told him again earnestly.Since the boss took over the area of ​​Qingping Lane half a year ago, the couriers in the No. [-] area have changed seven or eight times, and the shortest one only worked for three days. That street must be a bit weird.

"Understood." Xu Mu raised his right hand to imitate the action of a soldier reporting to the officer, and gave a military salute to the dark-skinned middle-aged man next to him.He was wearing a brand-new silver-gray uniform, with straight shoulders and a straight back. The loose and rustic clothes gave him a heroic look.

Brother Zhong was amused by his childish behavior, "Alright then, be careful yourself, if you don't understand anything, just call me."

"Thank you, Brother Zhong. See you later." Xu Mu waved his hand to say goodbye to Brother Zhong who had turned into a fork in the road, and drove happily along the road with an electric tricycle with a top speed of less than thirty per hour.

There are not many packages today, only a little over a hundred pieces, just in time for Xu Mu to get familiar with the environment.The whole morning went well. At noon, the originally clear sky suddenly rained heavily. Xu Mu, who was caught off guard, had to hide under the canopies of the shops along the street, and bought a pie for three yuan, and gorged himself hastily for lunch.At 01:30 in the afternoon, after the rain stopped, he rushed to the entrance of Qingping Lane with the last four packages.

There are three famous streets in Shanghai City.

The first one is called Renmin Road, which is the busiest commercial pedestrian street in the city. It stretches ten miles from east to west, and there are endless crowds of people every day. However, any brand, whether it belongs to catering, jewelry, clothing or 3C electronics industry, can be found here. Proud to stand on the street.

The second is called Binjiang Road, which has the most beautiful riverside waterscape in the city and all the staggeringly expensive high-end restaurants. If you walk into a store at random, the per capita consumption will start at 2000 yuan. It is a standard place for luxury fans. It is called the Golden Road there.

The third one is Qingping Lane.Shanghai City, called Linyao in ancient times, was built in the Tang Dynasty. The prosperous city had already collapsed in the flames of war.It is said that Qingping Lane is the only ancient street that has been preserved since then, with a history of nearly 400 years. The older generation of Shanghai people often sigh that the roots of Shanghai are buried there.Today, Shanghai City has become the economic center of the country, with modern skyscrapers one after another, competing for beauty. Qingping Lane is still like a secluded scholar in the downtown area, with several rows of courtyards with black tiles and gray walls, peacefully entrenched In the city center where land prices are extremely high.Most of the shops here are mainly engaged in arts and crafts, porcelain, jade, wood, gold and silver, etc., especially second-hand goods, which is commonly known as Antique Street.Of course, there are also a few other industries scattered here and there, such as teahouses, for example, pawnshops.

Qingping Lane is a north-south street, intersecting with three small alleys in the middle, forming a "Feng"-shaped pattern.The road is about five or six meters wide, and it is paved side by side with three flat and long blue-black stones, which was just wide enough to accommodate two carriages in parallel.

The last breath of moisture from the rainstorm has not dissipated among the tall locust trees and green willows, and the dampness in the air is all over the blue stones paving the road, bringing out shiny traces on the ground.The Mowa vermilion eaves are hidden among the green branches and leaves, tranquil and remote, with thousands of years of time accumulated, forming a romantic style of its own.

At this time, only half of the shops in Qingping Lane are open, but many street stall owners are hurrying to place their bedding on the ground. The crowd is bustling, and the market atmosphere is strong, like the beginning of the afternoon market, more like the silhouette of the bustling here for many years .Xu Mu stood at the entrance of the alley, with simple store signs and cloth flags hanging above his head, as if he had stepped into hundreds of years ago, and suddenly felt a strange trance in his heart, as if a long, long time ago, he also stood in the over here.

In order of distance, the address marked on the first item is No. 12, Qingping Lane, Sifang Tea House.The box was sent from Suguowang, and the recipient was called Princess Long Ears. Xu Mu was a little embarrassed when he saw that name.There are so many weird online names nowadays, even if it is called Princess, is Princess Long Ears a very cute name?

He struggled to push his electric tricycle, stumbling along the stone road, looking for the house number under the old eaves, and looking around at the building that looked more like a tea house.

Princess Long Ears is a beautiful girl, not tall, wearing a white knee-length skirt, with black eyes and long eyelashes, but the eye circles are a little red, I don't know if she just cried.

"Hi, this is your courier, please sign for it." Thinking of Brother Zhong's advice, Xu Mu added a hundred points of gentleness to his attitude and tone.The girl was unexpectedly more polite than him, and timidly glanced at the window on the second floor of the teahouse, "Excuse me, can you help me to the second floor? I'm a little afraid of heights."

The courier boy was good at chivalry, and he didn't realize it until he walked out with the receipt of "Princess Long Ears", afraid of heights?Afraid of the second floor of your own shop?

Full of doubts, Xu Mu rushed to Hanhaitang on the 37th, where the second order of snacks was ordered.Hanhaitang is a jade shop, and there are hundreds of bracelets in the horse racing cabinet. From Xu Mu's eyes, each one is exactly the same.

The owner of the shop is an otaku, with dark circles under his eyes. When Xu Mu went, he was yelling into the headset and scolding his teammates who were playing the dungeon together.Xu Mu stood quietly in front of the counter and waited for 10 minutes before he took off the headset.Dissatisfied, the otaku pushed aside the signing pen that Xu Mu handed over, claiming that he would inspect the goods first, and then he calmly picked up the box and put it next to his nose, and began to rub it!Go!sew!Gap!smell!

The otaku squinted his eyes and held the box upside down and smelled it twice before he stopped.

Seeing such an unusual inspection method for the first time, Xu Mu couldn't control his expression, almost laughed out loud, and got a sharp look from the otaku, "You should be glad that your smell is still good."

After more than ten meters away from the jade shop, Xu Mu finally couldn't help raising his arm and smelling it, smell?What is the taste?He doesn't have the habit of wearing perfume, could it be the shower gel he used last night?

The third shipment was sent to Moyi Pavilion on No. 42. This shop sells calligraphy and painting. There are twenty or thirty pairs of hanging scrolls hanging on the walls. The most striking thing is a very large couplet in the middle. , Clear water and no strings], the font is full of style and style, and the viewers can feel the joyful feeling of carrying the eternal pen with a heart.

On the narrow shelves against the walls on both sides, various scattered related objects such as ink ingots, inkstones, pen mounts, paperweights, and rubbings are placed. Standing at the door, you can faintly smell the dense atmosphere of paper and ink.

The parcel was clearly written as clothes, but the weight was extremely heavy. Xu Mu struggled to hold it with both hands. When he shook it, he could hear the sound of metal plates colliding with each other. He couldn't help suspecting that there was a piece of armor stuffed inside.When he was out of breath and put it at the door, the shopkeeper with delicate features and eyes as thin as a paper man carried the things in with one hand, as easily as if there was only a silk pillow inside, which shocked Xu Mu even more.

Ruyi Square at No. 74 is the most exaggerated, with the carved doors and windows closed, and the door never opened.Xu Mu knocked for a long time, but the last person who answered the door was a snow-white Samoyed.The impatient dog with half-closed eyes is probably not pure in blood, not only has a pointed snout, but also is nearly one-third larger than an ordinary Samoyed, blocking the door like a lion cub.It opened its mouth to take the package from Xu Mu's hand, turned around and left, and didn't forget to kick the door with its hind legs. The whole set of movements was smooth and skillful.Finally, a piece of paper flew out from the crack of the window and fluttered to the ground. Xu Mu lowered his head and saw that it was the stub couplet that he wanted to bring back.

Damn, this dog's IQ is realnb!

Xu Mu, whose worldview had been refreshed, froze for three seconds before switching back from ipg mode to gif mode.He was stunned and picked up the piece of paper with the dog's paw print on it, and knocked on the door for a long time without success, so he had to mark the four small words "White dog sign for receipt" in the corner of the stub.Now he began to believe that the jokes about "signing for doorknobs" and "signing for floor mats" on the Internet were true. Those courier brothers who were in the same industry were also cornered and forced to do nothing, right?

In short, the customers in this street are divided into different categories and have their own unique style of painting. The only thing that makes Xu Mu happy is that it is not as difficult as he imagined. At least, he has delivered all the packages for today without incident.Putting the little thing in his heart behind him, Xu Mu counted today's income with the joy of finishing work, and happily walked back.

At this moment, a long row of stalls has appeared one after another in the middle of the stone road, with yellow, black, blue and other colored bedding temporarily placed on the blue stones, and various objects are placed, such as the pea-green shallow plate with the mouth of the sunflower petals, the broken semi-convex Carved stone Buddha statues, bronze mirrors with black leather shells, southern red agate beads, and jade articles with mottled soil and stone bite marks, each piece seems to have a certain origin. As for the authenticity, it all depends on the buyer's eyesight.

There were many spectators around the stall, in groups of threes and twos, which made the stone road that was already occupied by one-third of the stall even more crowded. Curiously peeking inside.He had never been to this kind of place before, not counting the pile of tatters said to be left by the Taoist ancestors, the oldest thing in their house is a light green single-door refrigerator, twenty-one years old, and it has long been unable to work. Can be used as a cupboard.

"How much?" Someone squatted in front of the porcelain stall and asked the stall owner for the price, holding a small bowl of monochrome glaze.

The stall owner was a grey-haired old man, playing with two smooth copper coins in his hands, and lazily raised the corners of his eyes, "Twenty thousand."

2 yuan!Xu Mu, who was passing by, was startled, and couldn't help but curiously moved over with the tricycle, and took a few more glances.The mouth of the small bowl held by the man was slightly rough, with a diameter of about five or six centimeters. It looked like a tea bowl, and there was a deglazing on the outer wall the size of a one-yuan coin, exposing the khaki-yellow porcelain body inside.Such a thing on the street stall can be worth [-] yuan?too crazy!

The buyer wanted to talk at first, but when he saw the four knives pressed on the four corners of the bedding, he hesitated for a while while holding the tea bowl, and finally put it back carefully.Four-sided knife, no second price, this is the rule of Qingping Lane.

Xu Mu's gaze followed the tea bowl to the blue bedding, and he was immediately attracted by another thing placed beside the bedding.It was a goose-yellow rectangular porcelain pillow with warm glazed surface and twisted tire patterns on the sides. The smooth pillow surface was slightly sunken downwards, and a strange portrait of a figure was carved out in the middle with crude brushstrokes.I saw that the upper body of that person was naked, no different from ordinary people, but the lower body was a vivid fish tail.

"Mermaid?" Xu Mu blurted out, staring at the porcelain pillow.

"Idiot!" Someone said with disdain.That voice was like the cold mist wrapped around the top of the snow mountain, icy, but ethereal, lingering around Xu Mu's ears from far and near.

Xu Mu looked around in astonishment, who was talking?