Lin Yi heard the shouting and asked himself to "stay", so he glanced back, and then saw a person coming from the bookstall next to him, about forty years old, a generous man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The man was wearing a dirty gray-black down jacket, his face was cracked by the cold, and he looked like the kind of hard-working person who set up a stall to do business. The man looked at Lin Yi and then grinned a little embarrassedly, showed his yellow teeth and said, "It's actually nothing wrong for me to call you, it's just ...... You just gave too much money---"

Lin Yiwaner, I didn't expect that there were still people in this world who were too much to give, so he said: "You also take care of this stall?" ”

The man scratched his head and said, "I took care of someone else." He wasn't in good health and couldn't set up a stall, so he asked me to take care of it. ”

Next, this man told Lin Yi the reason why he had always been curious, why this bookstall was taken care of, why the stall owner didn't sell books himself, why he put a cardboard box, and the buyers set the price by themselves---

"As long as you often buy books here, you will know that this strange bookstall is the bookstall of 'Zhou Laoshi'. Zhou Laoshi is our old colleague, and he is more honest than me, so he has this nickname 'Zhou Laoshi'. Zhou Laoshi bought and sold books very casually, and often took the old books he bought from our Gada to the school gate or the rural market to sell. It's not expensive, between two and three five. He spoke: Old books are at this price, cheap to come, cheap to go, foolish to feed the food to the mouth, just do. ”

"Actually, when I was young, he went to the scrapyard and other people's houses to collect old books. But he still doesn't know which of these old books is worth and which is not. I only know how to buy with my left hand and sell with my right hand. Earn two dollars and give a daughter-in-law. Books that have been sold for a lifetime are just a mess. I remember one time, Lao Zhang, the stall owner of our bookstall, went to his house to pick up villain books. For a dollar, I picked up dozens of good villain books. One of them is the famous "Legend of the West Chamber", which is worth thousands of dollars. He was later told what the book was really worth. He said, that didn't work, who let us not know the price at the time. What's the use of regretting it? It's that I regret dying, but can the book come back? Or can he give me back the money he earned me? As soon as the big guy heard what he said, no one said anything. ”

After this incident, everyone came to a conclusion that Zhou was honestly overdone and his brain was not enough. But what happened next forced me to look at him again. I remember another time, I was picking up books in the tattered city, and I happened to pick out a set of "The Great View of the History of the Qing Dynasty" from an acquaintance, and this set of books has a total of five books, so that I can find four books. is the only thing missing the thickest third volume, and the third volume was coincidentally bought by Zhou Laoshi. Then I went to him and said to him, "I am missing this third book, so sell it to me." Unexpectedly, he said that he also liked this set of "Grand View of the History of the Qing Dynasty" and wanted to make do with it. I was a little anxious and said to him, you just have three books, you have to make do with that year and that month? Who knew that at this moment, I saw him say unhurriedly that buying books is a delicate job, partnering with time, and grinding slowly! As soon as I heard it, he deliberately played Tai Chi with me. Then he said to him step by step, I will give you ten yuan, if you always think it is appropriate, you will bring me the three volumes tomorrow, if not, you will grind it slowly! When I was in the nineties, I bought a broken book for ten yuan, which was a lot of money. The next day, he still chose my ten dollars, and did not choose to grind slowly. I think Zhou Laoshi's choice is still very wise. Because he also knows that he can't wear time. ”

Later, due to often getting up early and greedy for darkness, and when the meal should not be done, Zhou Laoshi's body is not as good as day by day. The rural market can't run anymore, so I can only go to the nearby school to sell some magazines. Sometimes, when he came to the bookstall and saw that there were empty seats left by the stall owner, he would put some of his old magazines and old books to sell there. I remember one summer, Zhou Laoshi lost a lot of weight all of a sudden, no one knew what the reason was, and he was reluctant to go to the hospital to see it, so he was so exhausted. When he sold books during the day, he lay on all fours beside his bookstall with few books. When someone who bought a book came to read it, he fought hard to support himself and got up, and he was weak to deal with it. When the person who bought the book paid the money and took the book away, he was like boiled noodles again, and suddenly he collapsed on the edge of the bookstall. At that time, everyone suspected that he had diabetes. A well-meaning stall owner had the audacity to tell him, who knew that he would pout his mouth and say, "Pure nonsense!" Diabetes? It's not something that anyone can get, it's a rich disease! Just our poor life, can we attract that thing? Later, as the weather got hotter, he brought a large bottle of homemade sugar from home. Unexpectedly, one day he became more and more thirsty and thirsty, and finally he couldn't support it anymore and fainted on the bookshelf. The big guy didn't see it well, so he quickly sent him to the hospital. Diagnosed by a doctor, he was officially diagnosed with diabetes. After this incident, he realized that in these days, the poor can also get the disease of wealth. ”

"I remember that at that time, he was just a little bit diabetic, so he came to the bookstall to sell books. I saw him emaciated like that, and he came to sell books. Just ask him, you are so sick, why do you still come to sell books? You should go home and take care of it. At this time, I saw him reply to me with high spirits, I can't do it, my wife has no formal job, and a pair of children are all part-time workers, and I have to pay insurance by myself. I'm fifty-seven, and in three years, I'll be able to get that pension. I suddenly found that only when I mentioned the pension, Zhou Laoshi's face that was oppressed by life and was almost indifferent would show some long-lost brilliance and smiles. ”

"This year, when the Chinese New Year was approaching, I saw Zhou Laoshi at a fork in the road. At that time, he had already used his bicycle as a crutch, and in the cold wind, he carried his old canvas bag of Beijing brand with half a dozen old books, and walked with difficulty towards the door of the school. It's like an old beggar who has no place to go to the front of the restaurant, waiting for that bite to eat. When he saw me, there was a strange sheen in his cloudy eyes. The biting north wind blew on his old and numb face, as if he had seen a relative, and even the frozen snot had some joy. At this time, Zhou Laoshi was speechless, but he was still tenacious, with all his strength, raised his right hand to me, stretched out his index finger that had been frozen and stiffened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes looked straight at me, as if he wanted to say something very important to me, but he couldn't say it, and he looked very uncomfortable. Holding back the tears that were about to flow from my eyes, I put my mouth to his ear and said, I know, I know, there's another year, there's another year! You will be able to receive your pension. This hard life is finally coming to an end. Before I could finish the words, my tears flowed uncontrollably......"

After telling Zhou Laoshi's story, the bookstall man rubbed his nose and said: "This is what I want to tell you, as for why I stopped you, because Zhou Laoshi told me that although he is a poor book seller and has no interest in his life, he is unwilling to ask for charity, you can give a little more when you buy books, but if you give 400 at once, he will never ask for it." ”

Lin Yi was stunned, he didn't expect there to be such a thing behind this. He has come into contact with many second-hand book stalls, and those stall owners are all giggling and laughing, some are full-time, some are part-time, and some are opening online stores and setting up stalls offline, and they all look happy, but who knows the stories behind them.

Seeing that the other party insisted on refusing to accept the 400 yuan, Lin Yi had no choice but to tell the man the true value of this set of "Jinling Spring Dream".

The man was reluctant to embarrass his subordinates.

After leaving, Lao Cao kept touching his bald head and was silent, and suddenly said: "Lin Yi, do you say that he can do it, he is about to starve to death, and he still doesn't let people give alms?" ”

Lin Yi said, "This is the backbone of the poor." (To be continued.) )