The four treasures of the study, but pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

And this antique shop really only shows these four things. However, the objects that were poured were limited to pens and inkstones, and there was no paper or ink.

The shop is antique, about 70 or 80 square meters of the store, on the left and right sides are floor-to-ceiling glass windows embedded in the stone wall, and in the window, spotlights from top to bottom, illuminating the booths on both sides and the whole store.

In the middle of the store, a square old cash register, the whole is made of gray-brown wooden materials, an old man drags his cheeks, squints and smiles at the customers coming in and out, does not speak or take the initiative to greet, just pestle his hands and droop his eyelids, as if thinking about something.

Zhou Hao also followed the others, sometimes stopping in front of the window on the left, looking at the introduction of various brushes and inkstones, sometimes listening to the explanations of the people around him, looking at the objects inside through the glass, how much, with some thoughts of learning.

"Is this really the inkstone used by the sage Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty? No kidding, how is it possible! How could such a treasure appear here!" Someone on the side pointed to an inkstone in the window, with a look of disdain.

"Didn't you look at those little prints down there? This is an imitation, how can the real thing be in such a place? ”

"And this, Huang Tingjian, Cai Xiang...... The inkstone used by Su Dongpo, isn't this antique shop funny?"

As he spoke, the young man didn't forget to turn his head to look at the old man at the counter, only to see that the old man was still drooping his eyelids, not looking at the young man, yawning lazily, and looking at the bluestone street outside the door with wandering eyes.

"You see, there are a few inkstones here, which are not introduced below, only written to buy and leave, and will not be returned. ”

Looking in the direction of the owner of the voice, in addition to the imitation inkstones on the top layer, under the window, there are indeed some inkstones with unclear dates placed in several columns. A casual glance reveals at least thirty or forty pieces.

The expressions of the two young people who were originally talking suddenly became solemn, and their expressions were like elementary school students participating in the Olympiad in the examination room, for fear that they would read any of the questions wrong.

"The Northern Song Dynasty calligrapher Mi Fu once said that the good or bad of the inkstone lies in the four phases, respectively, quality, product, work, inscription, from the material, touch, percussion sound and workmanship to be exquisite, but this through the glass, how to let people touch it!"

Zhou Hao listened to the two of them with great interest, whether it was Wang Xizhi, Huang Tingjian, or what Mi Fu of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhou Hao had only heard it, and the others did not know.

How to look good or bad on the inkstone, it is even more blind, looking at the inkstone that seems to be some years old through the glass, but I naturally feel that there are some years, as for what material the inkstone uses, what dynasty, who has used it, it is simply a black eye, who knows.

However, the two young people around him seemed very excited, commenting on these inkstones, and it could be seen that the two of them were rich in knowledge, which made Zhou Hao greatly admired, not only to comment on the calligraphy masters of the past dynasties and stone carving masters, but also to experience the person's life experience and works one by one.

Zhou Hao on the side looked at the two of them adoringly, both of them were wearing glasses, Si Swenwen, but looking at the eyes of this inkstone was like a wolf cub who had been hungry for ten days and half a month saw flesh and blood, even through the lenses, Zhou Hao could feel the look in the eyes of the two.

"This Duan inkstone, can not be the Ming Dynasty Jiajing period of the product, Duan inkstone since the Tang Dynasty, more from the Baidong Province Duanxi south of the rotten rivers and mountains, there is weight and light, rigid and soft characteristics, the inkstone body is delicate like baby skin, although you can't touch, but by the light, there is still no that kind of color, you look at the center of the ink grinding where those slight scratches, the ink strip is impossible to make the inkstone scratches, secondly, the surface of the inkstone looks simple, but the appearance of those carvings, the subtle twists are too sharp and not smooth, if it is an aged inkstone, with the continuous cleaning and rubbing when using, there should not be these stiff lines。 ”

Another young man also cooperated: "Yes, whether it is the material process or the age of use, it should not be from the Jiajing period, but looking at the year of this inkstone, it is at least a product of the fifties of the last century." ”

"As I thought, it should be from the Republic of China era. ”

Zhou Hao's eyes widened, the two of them are really masters! It's a pity not to be a detective with analytical ability.

Listening to the two of them, and then looking at the sign under the inkstone, it was written that it was a Jiajing year, with a price tag of 500,000 yuan!

"Although the corners of this inkstone are a little bumpy, if it is really an inkstone in the Jiajing period, even if there are some flaws, it is at least worth millions. Hehe, use a piece of inkstone from the Republic of China at most to be shoddy, and the price is 500,000, this is really a black shop, don't look at it, let's go. ”

The two looked at the old man who yawned at the shopkeeper Taishang with a blank face, and strode out of the store, as for Zhou Hao, after not perceiving the aura, he simply left the store.

"A small inkstone alone is so much of a doorway. Thinking of the conversation between the two just now, Zhou Haomo rubbed his chin, thinking that this Chinese culture is really broad and profound, if you want to find treasures with a discerning eye, in addition to dialectically eating through the upper and lower 5,000 years, you must also be able to identify the current cultural relics in the vast history, picking the truth of the clues.

Shaking his head, Zhou Hao thought a little.

"It seems that I need to make up for the cultural treasures left by my ancestors. ”

Wandering in and out of one shop after another, trying to feel the 'aura' of every antique in the store. After walking through more than forty shops and looking at dozens of stalls on the street, he really didn't feel the feeling he was familiar with, and Zhou Hao also felt that there should be no so-called spiritual objects here.

I can't help but be disappointed.