The current store is different from later generations, this store has a strong trace of time on the outside, and the building looks antique, but after entering the store, you find that the display in the store is not much different from other ordinary state-run stores, but the things you operate are different.

There are not many customers in the store, except for Song Yuanchao, there are only two or three people, compared to the salesperson in the store, it seems very deserted.

The store is very large, and as soon as you enter, you can see the large glass counter with concave characters, which sell all kinds of four treasures of the study room and some daily stationery from left to right, and even children's school bags, which are hung on the wall behind the counter one by one, and the rice paper, pen and ink, calligraphy and painting on the side seem a little out of place.

After standing in the store for a while, no one stepped forward to greet him, and Song Yuanchao was not surprised, because this is the case with state-run stores in this era, you like to buy things over there, and the current salesman is God.

Song Yuanchao heard about Lin Daoyuan's situation from Lin Yan, Lin Daoyuan once studied at Beijing Normal University, and he was still his senior.

Song Yuanchao thought about it, it is definitely not possible to bring ordinary gifts, if it is replaced by expensive gifts, I am afraid Lin Daoyuan will not accept it, in view of Lin Daoyuan's situation, Song Yuanchao feels that the four treasures of the study are the most suitable, this thing as a gift is elegant, and secondly, it is not inconspicuous, and Lin Daoyuan should not refuse this.

After turning around the counter, Song Yuanchao finally stopped at the counter where the inkstone was sold.

The four treasures of the study, what he is talking about is the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Song Yuanchao thought about buying the inkstone to Lin Daoyuan is the most suitable, but he is not clear about what inkstone is good, what kind of inkstone is famous, but it doesn't matter, Song Yuanchao can't understand the inkstone can always understand the price, so he picks the comparison of high prices.

In this era, the shops are still very formal, all the goods are genuine, and you don't have to worry about buying any fakes in this kind of place, and the prices will not be messed up.

Like in later generations, you can directly return the 8888 thing to 188, maybe you are complacent and the boss can earn you 180 at the same time, and laugh at you again behind your back and scold you for being stupid.

But nowadays, it is simply impossible, and what is displayed in the store is sold at what price, and it is completely a penny for the price, which is a unique feature of this era.

Standing in front of the counter, his eyes swept over the rows of inkstones, and finally Song Yuanchao set his eyes on three of them. These three inkstones are the most expensive.

The first one is oval, with green pine carved on the outer cover, which is very good, and the curved green pine is tilted to the right, showing the inkstone in the middle just right.

The second is round, surrounded by plum blossoms, and the withering is also excellent, and the shape is simple. As for the third paragraph, it looks a little simple, and the carving on it is slightly simple, only a few bamboos on both sides, a few strokes, and there is no other decoration.

But these three inkstones are the last one with the highest price, Song Yuanchao straightened up after thinking about it, and asked the salesman to help take out all three inkstones to see.

"You want to buy all three?" The salesman frowned slightly and glanced at Song Yuanchao, but seeing that Song Yuanchao was dressed neatly and had the school emblem of Beijing Normal University pinned to his chest, he didn't say much after thinking about it, and directly and carefully took out the three inkstones from the counter and put them on the counter one by one.

"What's the point about these three inkstones? Especially this one, why is the price the highest? Song Yuanchao looked carefully one by one and got started, but as a layman, to be honest, he couldn't see the difference between these three inkstones at all, so he couldn't help but look up and ask the salesman.

"The first two are Fangcheng inkstones, and the last one is Sheyan inkstones, so the price is higher." The salesman replied.

Song Yuanchao heard that it was a rare lake, he hadn't studied this thing much in his previous life, and he didn't understand what Fangcheng inkstone was and what she inkstone was, but anyway, judging from the expression of the salesman, these three inkstones were not ordinary inkstones.

"Just this inkstone, please issue a ticket." Song Yuanchao thought about it, and finally chose the most inconspicuous She Yan, after all, it has the highest price, and the shape is simple and looks very ordinary, if he sends the other two, he is a little worried that Lin Dao will not like it if he sees it, but this Yan looks ordinary and is more suitable.

I opened the ticket, went to the side to pay the money, and handed the receipt to the salesman, who had neatly put the inkstone into a cardboard box and tied it with a rope. Song Yuanchao took the towel out of the schoolbag, wrapped it around the outside, and then carefully put it into the schoolbag.

Buying good things, my heart is much more steady, Song Yuanchao wandered around the store by the way, walked around, only then did he notice that there was a staircase on the side that could lead to the second floor, and there was no railing at the staircase, nor was there a sign of "idlers are not allowed to enter", Song Yuanchao hesitated and walked up.

When he arrived on the second floor, Song Yuanchao was slightly stunned, because although the layout of the second floor and the first floor was the same, the layout inside was completely different. Compared to the large curved ruler counter on the first floor, only a large table about 3 meters long and 2 meters wide is placed on the front of the second floor, and there is no other counter to be seen.

On the walls of the second floor, there are calligraphy and paintings, one after another, and many scrolls rolled up in large vases half a person high. In addition, there are several glass cabinets, which contain all kinds of things, including vases, bowls, enamel objects, gold, silver, jade, and so on.

Seeing this scene, Song Yuanchao suddenly perked up and understood what was being sold on the second floor. Although he didn't know much about these things, he thought that he couldn't sell fakes in state-run stores, so he immediately looked at them with interest.

Although there are many things, the source and price are not indicated, whether it is calligraphy and painting or those antiques. Song Yuanchao looked at it for a while and felt strange, so he went straight to the table and asked a master with glasses.

"Master, how do you sell these things?"

The old master is not tall, his back is slightly hunched, he wears a washed white blue cloth overalls, his sleeves are dark sleeves, his hair is gray, and he is estimated to be nearly sixty years old.

The old master was busy with his work, and on the table in front of him was a painting of two birds standing on the branches, one in front and one behind, and the one in front was looking back at the one behind, the yellow beak was slightly open, as if he was chirping something with his companion, and the one behind him tilted his head to listen.

On the side of the painting, there are brushes of different sizes, scissors, knives, clean water, pulp lakes and other bits and pieces, which are all supplies for the painting.

didn't stop the movements in his hand, the old master only raised his eyes slightly when he heard the sound, the glasses on the bridge of his nose were half-drooping, and he glanced at Song Yuanchao with his residual vision.

"Which one do you mean?" The old master asked while busy.

Song Yuanchao hesitated, stretched out his hand to a painting hanging recently, and asked, "How can this galloping horse picture be sold?" ”

"This is Xu Beihong's galloping horse, priced at 260." The master directly quoted the price, Song Yuanchao was shocked when he heard it, although this galloping horse is not Beihongxian's most outstanding work, because Xu Beihong is good at drawing horses, so he painted a lot of galloping horses in his life, including eight horses and six horses, and the most famous single galloping horse.

The galloping horse picture that Song Yuanchao asked about was a galloping jujube red horse, although it did not belong to Xu Beihong's most famous paintings, but it was also a fine product.

260 yuan, this figure can be said to be worth a lot of money for ordinary people, after all, the monthly income of ordinary workers is less than 50 yuan, which is enough for their salary for half a year. But for Song Yuanchao, this price is simply too cheap, 260 yuan! Although Song Yuanchao did not collect these things in his previous life, he had also heard how much Xu Beihong's fine products would appreciate in the next twenty years.

"And what about this one?" Song Yuanchao's heart was beating violently, and he struggled to control his emotions, and he stretched out his hand to the other painting on the side as usual.

This is a pair of fine brushwork, painted on an ancient lady, the painter is the famous Zhang Daqian.

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

“100！？”

Song Yuanchao couldn't believe his ears, he heard it right? Zhang Daqian's fine pen is only 100 yuan? When Song Yuanchao confirmed again that he was convinced from the master that the painting was indeed only 100 yuan, the whole person was not good.