The reborn peasant girl has space for farming

Chapter 439 Abandoned Calligraphy Draft
Bai Meixi put the old books and newspapers in the car and tied them up carefully, preparing to transport them back to the space first, and then search them carefully to see if there were any valuable books and newspapers mixed in. If she encountered some that she didn't need, I simply gave the books to Teacher Zeng’s reading room, which can be regarded as a contribution.

She was pushing the cart and was about to leave when she suddenly saw an old lady walking towards her. The temperament of this old lady was very similar to Teacher Zeng. She was wearing a dark blue suit and had a bookish aura about her body, and even had a slight... Mo Xiang and Bai Meixi stopped the car immediately. She concluded that the things in this old lady's house must be valuable.

"Girl, the prices here are the same as those at the scrap station. How come you come to collect them? I don't believe you are not trying to make money." The old lady looked at the things on Bai Meixi's car and felt that she must be short of something. Earn the difference, otherwise why would you go to the alley to blow the wind on a cold day?

She asked a few questions vigilantly, and showed off the red sleeve band on her arm. Bai Meixi naturally knew what this symbol meant. She straightened up immediately and tried to stay calm.

"These are used to start fires at home. I have a cooking restaurant at home, and I need a lot of things to start fires every day. New newspapers are too expensive, so they are not as cost-effective as these waste papers."

Bai Meixi had already thought of her excuse. Now that she was selling fast food, she was opening a stir-fry restaurant, so she wasn't completely lying.

"Oh, if you are using it to start fires, you should also accept the paper with the big words on it." The old lady's eyes suddenly shone and she took two steps closer to Bai Meixi. Her face was full of joy, as if she had forgotten He was being cross-examined.

"Take it, no problem." Bai Meixi thought it didn't matter. Aunt Liu also needed something to light the fire every day when cooking in the space. The paper with large characters was large and thin, which was just right. Moreover, this kind of paper was very light and could not be used at all. How much.

"That's great. Come with me." The old lady grabbed Bai Meixi's arm enthusiastically and asked her to go to the alley in front to buy. She said her name was Aunt Hong and she had lived here for decades. , one of her neighbors had a pile of paper with large characters written on it at home, filling the whole house, and was worried that there was no place to sell it.

A room of paper?This amount surprised Bai Meixi. She did need some paper to ignite the fire, but she couldn't use so much.

But the words had already been spoken, so she could only follow Aunt Hong to the alley next door. This was a small alley where hundreds of households gathered together. Many people had built attics, second floors, and small coal houses, making the entire alley more complete. Gotta be full.

"Grandma Liang, your scrap paper manuscripts can be sold. Come out quickly. It's rare for someone to take something that is not even wanted at the scrap collection station." Aunt Hong had a loud voice and shouted twice before entering the courtyard.

Bai Meixi couldn't help but wonder in her heart, what kind of paper manuscript was not even accepted by the scrap collection station. She smiled bitterly, feeling that she had been on a pirate ship.

"Really, it would be great to have someone. Girl, you have helped me a lot." An old lady in her 80s or [-]s staggered out of the house. She heard that Bai Meixi could collect the waste paper in her house. I was very happy after finishing the manuscript.

Granny Liang's family lives next door to Aunt Hong. The two families are only separated by a gable wall. They usually have a very good relationship. Bai Meixi smelled a stronger scent of ink on this old lady. It seems that the smell on Aunt Hong's body also comes from her. Home.

"Girl, come with me, they are all in the house." Grandma Liang's house has two rooms. One is slightly larger and her bedroom is. The things in it are arranged very neatly, while the other one is about ten The small room measuring square meters is already filled with things. It looks like it should be a study room. The table in the corner is filled with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. There are also piles of rice paper on the floor, which are full of calligraphy. They should be from before. For practicing calligraphy.The scrap company buys old books and newspapers to recycle paper. This kind of calligraphy will turn black when exposed to water. The scrap company has no use at all, so naturally it won't accept it.

Grandma Liang felt it was a pity and was reluctant to throw them away. As a result, the piles piled up more and more, and now there is no place to stand in the house.

"These were all written by the old man when he was alive. My grandson also wrote some later. They are not as good as his grandfather. They can't be given away, and they can't be piled here all the time. They can only be sold."

Grandma Liang looked at the pens, inks, paper and inkstones in this room and was filled with emotion. In the past, the old man used to waste a lot of things at home just to practice calligraphy. They were all teachers who taught in schools. Their usual wages were not high, and most of them were spent on the old man’s hobbies. No matter how much you argue with him, it's useless.

"Is it okay to just sell what grandpa wrote before?"

Bai Meixi looked at the papers piled from the floor to the roof, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. It must have taken many years of concentration to be able to write so many calligraphy.Now that the old man is gone, what if even his calligraphy becomes waste paper and Granny Liang regrets it in the future.

"It's okay. I have collected all the well-written ones. There are also many among relatives and friends. These are not decent. Even he himself doesn't like them. He wishes he could destroy them as soon as possible so that no one can see them."

Granny Liang shook her hand. The old man had very high requirements for calligraphy. If he was not satisfied at all, he would have to change a piece of paper and rewrite. It would often take dozens of sheets of rice paper to leave a masterpiece.He didn't want to see these scraps of calligraphy practice paper. He wanted to burn them in the yard several times, but Granny Liang stopped them. They were not from a wealthy family, so naturally it would be better to sell them for money, even if it was only a few dollars. I can also buy two kilograms of meat for my family.

"Girl, you can pay less for these things, it's okay." Seeing Bai Meixi's hesitation, Granny Liang was afraid that she would change her mind, so she quickly lowered some prices and asked her to take all these things away. The old man has been gone for more than a year. The waste paper in this house has not been sold. If she misses Bai Meixi, she doesn't know how long she will have to wait.

"It's okay, these things are good. I'll give them to you at 1 cent per pound." Bai Meixi is very generous. She likes people who read a lot. What's more, these papers only look heavier, and they don't actually weigh much. Rich.

She moved all of Granny Liang's things into piles in the yard. After clearing out the rice papers, the room suddenly became much emptier, and the original appearance could be seen. It turned out that behind the rice papers was a large row of bookshelves. , which is densely packed with books.

Bai Meixi weighed the waste paper manuscripts one by one. They totaled 582 kilograms, which was more than the large cart Bai Meixi had just received.Bai Meixi gave Granny Liang 5 yuan, 8 cents and 2 cents without hesitation, which made Granny Liang smile from ear to ear.

(End of this chapter)