Fanxing | Delivery Lao Week

Once out, the first thing to go back to the office was filled with a glass of cold water on the water dispenser and poured up the neck.

Pure water is almost gone, and quickly call the water station. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Zhou, a waterman, drove the familiar battery yellow croaker cart, and the car was filled with barrel water with plastic film. The maximum temperature of the weather forecast is 40 degrees Celsius on the day. There is no sunshade in the car, Lao Zhou does not wear a hat, and the dense little sweat beads are crowded with Lao Zhou's forehead. The little sweat beads break through the boundary and embrace the sweat beads. Lao Zhou wiped his face, dripping from his rough palm, and fell on the cement floor, and he was disappeared instantly.

Lao Zhou is not tall, people are strong, sauce purple skin. The old blue short -sleeved shirt has three buttons without buckle, exposing the thick chest of the same purple. Sweat the short -sleeved shirt to the skin, forming a wetland with different sizes. Six barrels of water, two barrels are sent to the third floor, the old Monday lifts a barrel with forty pounds per barrel. Lao Zhou's arm is thicker than my calf, which is the return that gives him water -even if he goes to the gym to lift the barbell, it may not be able to practice this effect. I followed him, although I was carrying two barrels of 80 pounds of water, Lao Zhou walked quickly. The wetland on his back has been converged into a whole wetland. As soon as the sun is sunny, it will become saline -alkali land. Lao Zhou didn't stop, and went to the third floor in one breath. Put the two barrels of water at the place I designated. Lao Zhou took two empty barrels to quickly go downstairs. I followed him and panting, just like the water I mentioned.

Go to the office on the first floor and get a water ticket. Seeing that he opened the cover under the seat, took out a huge plastic water bottle, and rolled up and down with the throat knot. The water he drank was just a string of a door in his body, and he soon became sweat. Can his sweat filled with a few buckets he sent every day? Lao Zhou himself didn't know. He took out a plastic bag and packed the water ticket. He was too sweaty, afraid of getting wet, Lao Zhou explained with a smile, and pointed at the bucket on the car. The car goes away.

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In fact, Lao Zhou is not old. He is only 53 years old. After graduating from his son Suzhou University, he worked in Suzhou Industrial Park. Lao Zhou took out all the savings and loans and helped his son buy a house in Yinshan Lake, Wuzhong District, Wuzhong District. Then, the son got married and gave birth to a child. Lao Zhou's wife came to Suzhou to help bring children. Lao Zhou couldn't make much money at home, and he simply came to Suzhou to find things. Looking at the good business of the takeaway rider, but Lao Zhou couldn't get a complex program on his mobile phone, he could only give up. Seeing the water station at the entrance of the community, Lao Zhou felt that this life could not be suitable. He had no culture and his strength was. From the beginning of being unfamiliar to the increasingly better, the old Monday is three years.

Payment of water is paid. From 7:30 in the morning until 8 pm, Lao Zhou can not rest without rest. It will send more than a hundred barrels of water almost every day. In the most month, Lao Zhou received more than 9,000 yuan.

His son and daughter -in -law were distressed by him, but Lao Zhou felt that there was a bucket of buckets and a bucket of water paying for water.

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