She stooped slightly and knocked on the door of an office. Everyone knew her, the old lady in the old newspaper. On the last working day of each month, she appeared on time in the office building, where she was allowed to buy old newspapers. Due to the nature of the work, almost everyone in our unit subscribed to several newspapers and magazines, and at the end of the day, they were in the corner of the office, waiting for her to come and buy them. Sell an old newspaper, often can make a few dozen yuan, female colleague take to buy zero mouth, everybody share. She was in her fifties, her hair was grey, and she spoke a strong suburban dialect. Every time she came, she would carry a cloth bag, which was filled with all kinds of cloth, and she could see that the strips were torn out of old clothes, and she used them to tie up old newspapers incorporate hong kong company. On the other hand, carry a small scale. "Sell newspapers! Someone standing in the corridor Shouting a voice, she would immediately run out of an office, a glance, a happy reply. She could recognize almost everyone in the building, and even how long she had to deal with an old newspaper. She stooped, piled the old papers in the corner of the office, piled them out of the pile, and laid them out neatly, and then tied them up with strips of cloth and weighed them in bundles. And we often see peddlers high qiaoqi the balance beam, weighing, her balance beam, drooping, weight almost from falling off the balance beam, in this way, newspapers can balance a little too heavy. No one CARES about her scale, but as always, she has to give it to others backstage rental. Call a bundle, she gives you a number, let you write it down, call it a bunch, and then count it. How much do you weigh when a bundle is finished and she adds one? And she herself never seems to count, and you tell her how much she weighs, and she gives it to you. Sometimes, there was a small change in the account, and everyone said no, but she always took a large number of COINS out of her bag and paid them off quite a bit. Her honesty made the people in the office building a good impression on her. That's why she can buy our old newspaper over the years. Sometimes, she will appear very stingy. For example, every time I tidy up the old newspaper, I see the magazine in the newspaper, or the book, she will pick them out and tie them separately, weighing them. Books and magazines are a little cheaper than newspapers, she says. Once, when I moved into a new office and sorted things out, I threw some old books into the pile of old newspapers. She came to buy the old newspaper. She picked them up and asked me, do they really stop? I nodded. She tied up the books by herself. I said to her with a smile, in fact, the price of books and old newspapers, one jin is different from the money sage accounting, there is no need to get such a fine. She smiled and did not answer. On that day, we went to a mountain village in the suburbs to interview, and the village branch showed us around their newly built village library. The library is a converted house, with rows of books neatly stacked on the shelves. All of a sudden, I saw a book that was familiar, opened, and wrote my name on the front page. It came to my mind that I had handled it when I moved the office last time, and I looked for it again. I asked the village branch curiously, where did these books come from? It was donated by the village old lady Lin, the village secretary said. She often goes to town to collect old newspapers, and if she gets old books, she will stay and donate them to the village or school. Over the years, she has donated hundreds of books. All of a sudden, the old lady of the old newspaper was picked up by the newspaper. Rubbing the old books, I felt a sense of shame, and smelled the peculiar smell of old books.