Mr barrow is a figure in terms of salary.
The original "remuneration":
During my 14-year-old holiday, I mowed the lawn for my neighbors to make money. However, people pay me in different ways. Mr. Barrow's way is very special-not that I don't have small bills with me, that is, I have run out of checks, and sometimes I don't even see him for several days.
One night, I passed by his house, and he enthusiastically pulled me into the room. He pointed to the bookshelf and suggested that I choose some books to read as compensation. His room is full of books, which is really like a library.
"Pick it yourself, watch it yourself, borrow it yourself, and take it yourself." He said to me, "What books do you like?"
I don't know. I have never read a book carefully, so I don't know what I like to read. With regret, I asked admiringly, "Have you really read so many books?"
Mr barrow nodded. "These are just the books I have kept that are worth reading again." He looked at me carefully for a long time, hesitated and found a thick book and handed it to me. "I'll choose one for you, Justice Forever written by Bart."
"How about it?" I asked.
"Oh, you tell me, next week, ok?" He looked at me and said.
As soon as I got home that day, I began to read this book, Justice Forever. After reading only a few pages, I was deeply attracted and held it for a night.
A week later, I came to Mr. Barrow's residence and said excitedly that it was a good book. "Then send it to you. I'll find you another one. " He smiled and handed me another book about anthropology.
Who would have thought that this book fascinated me with anthropology? Today, 35 years later, when I was teaching anthropology at the university, I realized that Mr. Barrow really gave me the highest reward for studying that summer.