Although this piece is also a Duan Inkstone, it is a blood-red Duan Inkstone, which is rarely seen in inkstones. It can be said that it is very rare in any kind of inkstone.
Because this is a blood inkstone, from ancient times to the present, the probability of a blood inkstone appearing is extremely slim.
Of course, this does not mean that there is one in every 10,000 inkstones, but there is not necessarily one in a hundred thousand or even a million inkstones.
It is conceivable that blood inkstones are rare, and Fangyuan didn't know if the stall owner knew how to do it, so he pretended not to know how to do it and knelt down and asked: "I said boss, what is this?"
Fang Yuan pointed at the blood inkstone and looked at the boss in confusion.
"Young man, this is an inkstone." The stall owner thought that Fangyuan had never seen an inkstone before.
Also, according to Fangyuan's age, he really doesn't need an inkstone, and unlike later generations, he knows what things are even if he has never seen them before.
Information is not developed nowadays. Although there are already televisions, not every household has one.
Besides, even if there is a TV, there are relatively few things that appear in it. It is not as rich as the later generations. You can see some rare things on the TV from time to time.
"Inkstone, boss, don't bully me for being uneducated. It's not like I haven't seen an inkstone before. How can there be an inkstone of this color?"
Hearing what Fangyuan said, the stall owner was speechless. To be honest, he was a little confused because he collected this inkstone from the suburbs.
It can be said that he was the same as Fangyuan. He had the same expression when he first saw this inkstone, but it looked very nice, so he took the five yuan back and was ready to see if he could be taken advantage of.
"Young man, there are all kinds of strange things in this world. Just because you haven't seen them before, doesn't mean they don't exist," the stall owner said.
"Uh! That's true. How much does your inkstone cost?"
"This is the number," the stall owner said, holding out his index finger.
"Ten yuan? It's too expensive. Five yuan is about the same. I can buy it back and use it as a decoration."
"Pfft! What's ten yuan? It's a thousand yuan." The stall owner almost said without spitting out.
"A thousand yuan? I think you are too shady! You want a thousand yuan for this piece of crap."
Fangyuan didn't say that he didn't want anything, because there would be no room for it. He could only pretend to be a rookie who didn't know anything. To put it bluntly, he was the kind of person who was stupid and had too much money to take advantage of.
"What a crappy thing, what a crappy thing, this is a rare red inkstone." The stall owner said without blushing or out of breath.
"Say boss, you didn't soak it in red ink, right?" Fang Yuan asked in disbelief.
"What are you talking about! See for yourself whether it was soaked with red ink?"
Fangyuan picked up the inkstone, rubbed it with his amateur hands a few times, and said, "Hey! It really doesn't fade, so let's do it! It's cheaper, I'll take it."
"It's not cheap. One thousand yuan is already the lowest price." Seeing that Fangyuan wanted it, the boss was ready to take it.
There's nothing I can do if I don't take it. I was so sworn to it just now! If the price suddenly drops, maybe Fangyuan won't want it.
"Twenty yuan, what do you think? I sincerely want it."
"I said, young man, no one can bargain like you. I want one thousand and you offer twenty. You are not bargaining, you are causing trouble."
"Uh! How much should I pay before it's considered causing trouble?" Fangyuan asked confused.
"This..." The stall owner scratched his head and didn't know what to say.
Because there is no such rule, when bargaining, there is a principle of giving more or less.
"Let's do this! I'll add five more yuan, which is already a lot. For this inkstone, which I don't know what's going on, twenty-five yuan is enough."
"No." The stall owner shook his head and said, "Look around, here in Panjiayuan, there is no reason to pay thirty or twenty yuan for an inkstone."
"That's it!" Fangyuan scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry, it's my first time here today, so be it! You quote a real price, and I'll take it if you can."
"Eight hundred is the lowest," the stall owner said.
"Alas! It seems you don't plan to sell it!" Fangyuan shook his head and put down the inkstone.
Then he stood up and said, "I'd better go look elsewhere! I just walked around and found that many inkstones only cost a few dozen yuan, and more than that cost only a hundred and eighty yuan."
And the other ones are at least real inkstones. Instead of spending so much money on an inkstone that I don’t know what it is, it’s better to buy those.”
"Uh!" Hearing what Fangyuan said, the stall owner quickly said, "How much do you want? You can also give me a real price."
"Fifty, I don't want any more. Just now I saw an old man buying one for fifty yuan."
"This..." The stall owner struggled for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay! Sold for fifty yuan."
"Ah! Are you really selling it?" Fang Yuan asked in surprise.
"What do you mean? I tell you, as long as the price is negotiated, you have to buy it." The stall owner thought Fangyuan didn't want it anymore.
"Uh! Okay then! Here's the money." Fang Yuan took out five big unity cards and handed them over.
The stall owner wrapped the inkstone in newspapers and handed it to Fangyuan.
Fangyuan took it and left here immediately. To be honest, he had no intention of buying anything at first, at least not now.
But there is no way, who let him touch this piece of blood inkstone! This is a treasure, and the people who set up stalls here are basically the kind of people who don't have half a bottle left.
If you meet someone who is really knowledgeable, no matter how much you give him, he will not sell it.
Let’s put it this way! If Fangyuan doesn’t buy it today, it’s probably impossible to buy it again no matter how much money it costs.
There are too many rich people, and many people buy antiques not to make money, but to play with them, and some to collect them.
Soon Fangyuan left Panjiayuan, found a place where no one was around, put the blood inkstone into the space, and then turned around and went to Panjiayuan.
There is no way, he just came here, there is no way he can leave like this.
When I passed by the stall this time, the stall owner was shouting hard and didn't even notice Fangyuan.
"Hey! You...are you Fangyuan?"
Just as Fangyuan was aimlessly scanning the stalls on both sides with his eyes, a voice came from the side.
Fangyuan quickly looked over. He didn't expect to meet someone who knew him here.
This was a young man, in his thirties. Fangyuan had a vague impression. He thought about it and said, "Are you Liu Huaihui?"
"Hahaha! Fangyuan, is it really you? I thought I recognized the wrong person!" The young man smiled, came over and patted Fangyuan on the back. ...
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