After the four people walked away, Wang Han asked for the ink pad box from Qin Ruoshu. After observing it carefully for a long time, he didn't find any clues, so he had to hand it to Zhao Xu, who was relatively knowledgeable: "Old Zhao, can you tell anything?
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"There's nothing much to say about the printing box. It's obviously a folk kiln from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China." Zhao Xu sighed with a smile and looked up at the "basalt" that Zhou Yan was holding in his hand. "But, the piece in Zhou Yan's hand
Stone, it should be a good thing, right?"
"That's it?" Qin Ruoshu smiled and approached Zhou Yan, constantly thinking about the so-called "good things", "Isn't this just a piece of basalt?"
"That's it!" Sister Wang snatched the stone from Zhou Yan's hand, glanced at it, and returned it.
"Thankfully you are still the top student of the first flight..." Zhou Yan rolled his eyes, took the ink pad box from Zhao Xu, and handed over the "basalt", "Are there the conditions for the formation of basalt near the capital?"
"You said this is a meteorite?" Zhao Xu couldn't believe it. He looked at the stone in his hand carefully, but he wasn't sure.
"The bubbles in basalt come from various gases inside the magma," Zhou Yan had to call out Zhou's small class, "and the bubbles in meteorites, called halos, are formed by ablation during the process of meteorites passing through the atmosphere.
Caused by uneven air pressure around..."
Didn't understand!
Zhao Xu nodded awkwardly and returned the meteorite.
Qin Ruoshu, who had been focusing on Zhou Yan, looked at the ink pad in his hand and gently leaned against Zhou Yan: "Old Zhou, this ink pad is also famous, right?"
"Isn't it possible?!" Zhao Xu felt that he had been hit. "I just saw the seal box. It is indeed a folk kiln in the late Qing Dynasty..."
"It's not about the printing box, it's about the ink pad," Zhou Yan smiled as he put the box in his hand, opened the lid, and took a look at the ink pad that was still bright and rosy after a hundred years, "This is Longquan ink pad."
Seeing that Zhao Xu and Wang Han were unmoved, Zhou Yan added: "The velvet of the ink pad is made of lotus root silk."
Zhao Xu's face suddenly turned into a "kaleidoscope", turning red and white...
Seeing that Zhao Xu was greatly shocked, Zhou Yan was embarrassed to say any more: "Lotus root silk ink pads" are usually exclusively for the royal family. The box of ink pads in his hand, the box and the ink pads are not original...
After all, Zhao Xu was also a pure man who had been tortured by Leo women for a long time. He quickly put all the messy thoughts behind his mind, took his girlfriend's hand, and continued to move forward...
Next to the stationery supplies, there is naturally only the "Ladder of Human Progress". As one of the most famous antique markets in the capital and even in the country, Panjiayuan's book market is naturally a sea of books: "Journey to the West", which is familiar to Zhou Yan.
From comic strips to "Sun Wukong vs. Calabash Baby", from the collector's edition of "A Dream of Red Mansions" to the tome "Kangxi Dictionary"...
Of course, the most popular ones in the book market are thread-bound books, which look classy and contain business opportunities to make a fortune.
However, the benefits and risks are equal, and the water in thread-bound books is also the deepest: paper has a life span of thousands of years, and ink can last for tens of thousands of years. The inventory at the bottom of the boxes of time-honored paper-making workshops and ink-making factories can be turned into a page worth thousands of dollars by taking it out and combining it.
"Song version".
Zhou Yan relies entirely on his eyes and nose to pick up leaks, especially his nose which is comparable to that of a police dog. As long as he smells a "familiar" smell, he will stop.
Originally, even if Zhou Yan had a very good nose, he could not open the books one by one and smell them with his nose.
However, the arrival of National Day opened the door to a new world for him...
"Boss, this book..."
"Nine thousand dollars!" The boss directly quoted a sky-high price, scaring away the customers.
After the previous person left, Zhou Yan quickly "filled his place", picked up the "Shui Jing Zhu" that had just been put back on the stall, and flipped through it a few times...
However, when Zhou Yan found the source of the anomaly, his inner joy soon turned into disappointment: it was not the Song version!
Yes, you are lucky enough to find a box of lotus root silk ink pad, but what else do you need from the Song Dynasty edition!
However, when Zhou Yan carefully observed this "abnormal" page, his heartbeat accelerated again.
Although this page is not the Song version, it is not the "serious" "Shui Jing Zhu", but a page from other works, and it is also the original manuscript written by the author himself.
Judging from the simplicity of the paper and ink, it should be from the Ming Dynasty, and the content of the pages is related to Feng Shui, and the handwriting seems a bit familiar...
Zhou Yan calmly put the book aside, and then searched for other identical pages. After searching for a long time, Zhou Yan only found six or seven disassembled pages in the complete set of "Shui Jing Zhu"...
Finally, Zhou Yan simply picked out all the forty volumes of "Shui Jing Zhu" in the set.
"Boss, how much does this set of "Shui Jing Zhu" cost?"
The big fat sheep took the initiative to deliver it to the door, and the stall owner was naturally overjoyed: "I'll give you a 25% discount, one hundred thousand!"
Zhou Yan sneered: "You sell me a book that has been printed for less than ten years for 100,000 yuan? Even if it is a Qing Dynasty edition, it is not worth that much money, right?"
"fifty thousand?"
Zhou Yan became a little impatient: "If you keep it, you'll just sell it for scrap paper, five thousand!"
The boss chuckled: "You can give me more, ten thousand!"
"Deal!" Zhou Yan immediately took out his bank card and handed it over.
After completing the transaction, Zhou Yan pulled off a plastic bag from the stall, put the complete set of "Shui Jing Zhu" in it, and then stuffed it into his schoolbag.
After being pulled far away by Zhou Yan, Qin Ruoshu realized what she was doing, smiled and put her head next to Zhou Yan's ear, and asked in a low voice: "Old Zhou, did you find something good?"
"That's right!" Zhou Yan chuckled and glanced back at Zhao Xu and Wang Han who were not far behind them. "Daughter-in-law, don't mention this matter again, so as not to irritate Brother Xu!"
"Know!"
The two people behind saw Zhou Yan spending money and quickly joined in: "Zhou Yan, did you find something good again?"
"No," Zhou Yan smiled, "Don't you still have a house that needs to be renovated? Let's buy a set of books first to become a cultural person..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although Zhao Xu didn’t believe it, it was obvious that Zhou Yan didn’t want to say more and was embarrassed to ask more questions, so he had to focus on treasure hunting...
"Zhou Yan, look..."
The sharp tool for literati to dress up is the folding fan. As soon as the robe is put on, the landscape or calligraphy fans are placed in a row in front of the chest, making the whole body full.
Naturally, what Qin Ruoshu was interested in was not the coquettish weapons of the literati, but the round fans painted with flowers and birds. After all, these round fans with the aura of mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River matched better with Hanfu.
"Just buy one if you like it. Anyway, your husband and I made a small profit today!"
"Then I'm welcome!"
Qin Ruoshu excitedly rushed into the group of round fans and kept picking and choosing. After a while, he had four more round fans in his hand, three of which were embroidered with peonies, lotus and plum blossoms, and one with embroidered
Civet cats play with butterflies.
"Zhou Yan, which one do you think is better?" Qin Ruoshu grabbed Zhou Yan's arm with his free hand and kept shaking it.
Zhou Yan looked at the fan with a smile: "If you like it, just buy it all!"
"Boss, how did you sell this fan?"
The boss was overjoyed: "Three hundred a handful, four can give you a discount!"
"Isn't this too expensive?" Qin Ruoshu frowned and turned back to Zhou Yan for help.
"Boss," Zhou Yan gave the boss a warm smile, "two hundred and fifty sounds unlucky, is two hundred okay?"
"This..." The boss frowned.
Only cut off fifty yuan?
Qin Ruoshu on the side was not very satisfied with Zhou Yan's bargaining results: "Old Zhou..."
"This is made of Su embroidery. Two hundred yuan is cheap enough!" Zhou Yan smiled at the boss and looked back at the slightly interested female customer in the crowd. "Boss, there are still many people here who plan to buy fans. I sell them for two.
You can make small profits but quick turnover..."
"That's it!" Some female customers in the crowd finally found the organization and agreed.
The boss struggled for a while, then nodded: "Okay then..."