The current store is different from that of later generations. The outside of this store bears strong traces of time, and the building has an antique appearance. But when you enter the store, you find that the display inside is not much different from other ordinary state-owned stores, except that the things it sells are different.

There were not many customers in the store, except for Song Yuanchao, there were only two or three people. Compared with the salespersons in the store, it seemed very deserted.

The store is very large. As soon as you enter, you will see a large concave glass counter. From left to right, they sell various four treasures of the study and some daily stationery. They even sell children's schoolbags, which are hung on the wall behind the counter.

, it seems a little out of place with the rice paper, pen and ink, calligraphy and painting on the side.

After standing in the store for a while, no one came forward to greet him. Song Yuanchao was not surprised, because this was the case in state-owned stores in this era. Things were placed there, you could buy them or not, and now the salesperson was the god.

Song Yuanchao heard about Lin Daoyuan from Lin Yan. Lin Daoyuan had studied at Capital University and was considered his senior.

Song Yuanchao considered that bringing ordinary gifts would definitely not work. If it were to be an expensive gift, I am afraid Lin Daoyuan would not accept it. In view of Lin Daoyuan's situation, Song Yuanchao felt that the Four Treasures of the Study were the most appropriate. As a gift, this thing was both elegant and elegant.

It's inconspicuous, and Lin Daoyuan shouldn't refuse it.

After walking around the counter, Song Yuanchao finally stopped at the counter selling inkstones.

The Four Treasures of the Study refers to pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Song Yuanchao thought about the most suitable one to buy an inkstone for Lin Daoyuan, but he didn’t know which inkstone was good and which kind of inkstone was famous, but it didn’t matter. Song Yuanchao couldn’t understand the inkstone but he could always see it.

He understands prices, so he only chooses the ones with higher prices for comparison.

Stores in this era were still very formal, and all the goods were genuine. In a place like this, you didn't have to worry about buying fakes, and the prices wouldn't be random.

Like in later generations, you can directly return an item priced at 8888 to 188. Maybe while you are complacent, your boss can earn you 180, and then laugh and call you stupid behind your back.

But it is simply impossible now. Everything on display in the store is sold at any price. You get what you pay for. This is a unique feature of this era.

Standing in front of the counter, Song Yuanchao glanced at the rows of inkstones, and finally his eyes fell on three of them. These three inkstones were the most expensive.

The first one is oval in shape. The outer cover is carved with green pine. The carving is very good. The curved green pine tilts to the right, which perfectly shows the inkstone in the middle.

The second style is round, dotted with plum blossom patterns all around, and the carving is also excellent, with a simple shape. As for the third style, it is square and looks a bit simple, and the carving on it is also slightly simple, with only a few bamboos carved on both sides.

It's just a few strokes of outline, and there is no other decoration.

However, among the three inkstones, the last one had the highest price. After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao straightened up and asked the salesperson to help take out all three inkstones to take a look.

"Do you want to buy these three models?" The salesperson frowned slightly and glanced at Song Yuanchao. However, seeing that Song Yuanchao was neatly dressed and had the emblem of Beijing Normal University on his chest, he thought for a while without saying much and carefully took these three inkstones from the counter.

Take them out and place them one by one on the counter.

"What are the specialties of these three inkstones? Especially this one, why is the price the highest?" Song Yuanchao looked at each one carefully and got started, but to be honest as a layman, he couldn't tell the difference between these three inkstones at all, so he couldn't help but raise his head and look at them.

the salesperson asked.

"The first two are Fangcheng inkstones, and the last one is She inkstone, so the price is higher." The salesperson replied.

Song Yuanchao was confused when he heard this. He had not done much research on this thing in his previous life, and he did not understand what a Fangcheng inkstone was and what a She inkstone was. But no matter what, judging from the salesperson's expression, these three inkstones were not ordinary inkstones.

"Let's just take this She inkstone. Could you please make an invoice?" Song Yuanchao thought about it and finally chose the most inconspicuous She inkstone. After all, it has the highest price and its simple shape looks very ordinary. If he gave the other two models as a gift,

Some were worried that Lin Daoyuan would not like it, but this She inkstone looks ordinary and is more suitable.

I opened the ticket, went to the side to pay, and handed the receipt to the salesperson. The salesperson had neatly put the She inkstone into a paper box and tied it with a rope. Song Yuanchao took the towel out of the bag and wrapped it outside.

After walking around for a while, I carefully put it into my schoolbag.

After buying good things, he felt more at ease. Song Yuanchao took a stroll in the store and took a look around. Then he noticed that there was a staircase leading to the second floor. There were no railings at the entrance of the stairs, and there was no "Free for idlers" hanging on the stairs.

"Advance" sign, Song Yuanchao hesitated and stepped up.

When he arrived at the second floor, Song Yuanchao was slightly startled, because although the layout of the second floor and the first floor were the same, the interior layout was completely different. Compared with the large curved counter on the first floor, there was only a three-meter-long and two-meter-wide counter on the front of the second floor.

There is no other counter besides the big table.

On the surrounding walls of the second floor, there are calligraphy and paintings hanging one after another, as well as many rolled scrolls inserted into several large vases half as tall as a person. In addition, there are several glass cabinets with various items in them.

There are vases, bowls, enamel products, gold, silver, jade, etc.

Seeing this scene, Song Yuanchao immediately perked up and understood what was being sold on the second floor. Although he didn't know much about these things, he thought that fake goods couldn't be sold in state-owned stores, so he immediately started looking at them with interest.

Although there were many things, there was no indication of their origin or price, whether it was calligraphy, painting or antiques. Song Yuanchao looked at it for a while and felt strange, so he went straight to the table and asked an old master wearing glasses.

"Master, how do you sell these things?"

The master was short in stature, with a slight stoop. He was wearing washed white blue work clothes, with dark sleeves on his sleeves, and had gray hair. He was estimated to be in his late sixties.

The old master was busy. There was a meticulous painting spread out on the table in front of him. The painting was of two birds standing on a branch, one in front and one behind. The one in front was looking back at the one behind.

One bird's yellow beak was slightly open, as if it was chirping something with its companion, while the one behind it tilted its head to listen.

Beside the painting are brushes and pens of different sizes, as well as scissors, knives, water, paste and other odds and ends, these are all supplies for mounting paintings.

Without stopping what he was doing, the master just raised his eyes slightly when he heard the sound. The glasses on his nose were half drooped, and he glanced at Song Yuanchao with his peripheral vision.

"Which one are you referring to?" the master asked while he was busy.

Song Yuanchao hesitated, stretched out his hand towards the nearest painting and asked, "How can I sell this picture of a galloping horse?"

"This is Xu Beihong's picture of a galloping horse. The price is 260." The old master directly quoted the price. Song Yuanchao was surprised when he heard this. Although this picture of a galloping horse is not the most outstanding work of Mr. Beihong, because Xu Beihong is good at painting horses.

Therefore, he drew many pictures of galloping horses in his life, including the picture of eight horses, the picture of six horses, and the most famous picture of a single galloping horse.

The painting of a galloping horse that Song Yuanchao asked about is of a bay-red horse running sideways. Although it is not among Xu Beihong's most famous paintings, it is still a masterpiece.

260 yuan, this number can be said to be valuable to ordinary people. After all, the monthly income of ordinary workers is less than 50 yuan, which is enough for half a year's salary. But for Song Yuanchao, this price is simply

It's so cheap, 260 yuan! Although Song Yuanchao didn't collect these things in his previous life, he had heard how much Xu Beihong's fine products would increase in value in the next twenty years.

"What about this one?" Song Yuanchao's heart was beating violently. He tried hard to control his emotions and pointed to another painting on the side in a seemingly normal manner.

This is a painting of an ancient lady painted with fine brushwork and heavy colors. The painter is none other than the famous Zhang Daqian.

"100!" The old master raised his eyes and directly quoted the price.

"100!?"
Chapter completed!