Fang Feiyang stretched out his hand again to feel the black thing.

The same images came to mind again.

"It's strange, what does this thing have to do with the monk who is painting?" Fang Feiyang gently weighed the oval stone, which was slightly larger than the palm of his hand, but it was extremely heavy.

Fang Feiyang took out a piece of tissue from his pocket, took a breath, and tried to wipe the edge of the thing a few times. A clean white tissue immediately wiped it full of black marks.

"Hey, brother, what is the name of this thing in my hand? Where did you collect it?"

Fang Feiyang saw that the paper towels were getting dirtier and dirtier as he wiped them, and he couldn't recognize what they were, so he asked the young stall owner.

Hearing this, the buddy turned around and took a look and said, "This should be an inkstone. I collected it from the old studio of an elementary school last weekend. I haven't had time to clean it up yet!"

"Oh! It turns out it's an inkstone for grinding ink. No wonder it's so heavy." Fang Feiyang stretched the dirt-covered inkstone out of the pavilion, let the rain wash it away, and continued to unfold a piece of tissue paper and wipe it.

I know how to use a lot of force to strike, for fear of getting damaged.

"Brother, please stop wiping, it will make your hands dirty." The young stall owner embarrassedly dissuaded, "If you like this inkstone, I will give it to you and I will wrap it in a box for you."

"Give it to me? Haha, there's no need to give it away. Just sell it to me as much as you originally planned to sell it." Fang Feiyang was already sure in his heart that the thick inkstone in his hand was 100% an old object, but it was a pity that the image he sensed

The fragment is a monk, and it is impossible to tell which era the things belong to based on his clothing.

"Brother, you are looking down on me when you say this. You can take it if you like. I spent 50 yuan to collect it from the old man who is the janitor of the school. I didn't plan to buy it for a few bucks."

This guy is also a cheerful person. Seeing that Fang Feiyang likes this thing, he refuses to accept his money.

The stalemate reached the end and there was no other way. Fang Feiyang chose two calligraphy and paintings, and put the three items together, and gave the young stall owner 600 yuan. Although when Fang Feiyang touched these two paintings, no magical images appeared,

However, he felt that although the writing and ink of these two paintings were simple, the artistic conception was profound and far-reaching. In the future, when he rented a house, hanging them in the room would also be a kind of decoration.

Summer thunderstorms come and go quickly. As the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, the heavy rain gradually stopped.

The large bluestones paved on the floor of the Sioux City Antique Market were washed clean by the showers, without a trace of soil. The trees on both sides of the pavilion were also washed exceptionally fresh, and the leaves were green and shiny.

After a while, the sun shone on the ancient city again, and a beautiful rainbow unexpectedly appeared in the distant sky, adding to Fang Feiyang's already good mood.

Finally, the buddy took out a business card from his bag and handed it to Fang Feiyang. On it was printed "Recycling of various calligraphy and paintings at high prices, four treasures of the study, rare ancient books", and his name and contact number were printed below.

I guess this kind of business card is distributed like an advertising leaflet in rural areas.

After the two said goodbye, they separated.

Fang Feiyang looked at the time. It was four forty-five. He didn't know whether it was because the portion of the lunch snack was too small or because his digestion ability was too strong now. At this time, Fang Feiyang could already feel his stomach protesting.

There are many teahouses and restaurants around the antique trading market in Su City, and several of them are century-old restaurants with unique flavors and are famous throughout the country. However, Fang Feiyang’s favorite is a place called "Yipin Tea House" with a very nice interior decoration.

It has a romantic atmosphere and gives people a fresh and elegant feeling. The most important thing is that his girlfriend has been to this place several times.

After entering the teahouse, Fang Feiyang chose a seat by the window.

This position was also where he and his girlfriend often sat.

Fang Feiyang ordered a basket of crystal steamed dumplings and Sioux City-style steamed dumplings, and ate them while drinking boiled water.

He didn't order the green tea here. The West Lake Longjing, Tieguanyin, and Biluochun on the tea list were extremely expensive. A pot of it costs hundreds of yuan, which is worth eating several cages of steamed buns.

Fang Feiyang took a bite of the exquisitely made crystal steamed dumplings and the unique Xiao Long Bao. Ten minutes later, he burped and leaned against the back of his chair to take a rest.

After resting, Fang Feiyang took out the inkstone from his handbag. At this time, the inkstone had been washed much clean by the rain. Fang Feiyang could clearly see that the left half of the surface was engraved with landscapes, including mountain peaks, buildings, and strange pines.

There is also an inscription on the side, but I can't see the specific content clearly, so I will continue to wipe it off.

Fang Feiyang picked up the wet wipes provided by the teahouse on the table and patiently cleaned the stone inkstone.

A total of three wet wipes were used, and Fang Feiyang recognized the inscription as "Search all the strange peaks to make a draft", followed by the inscription "Bitter Melon Monk".

"It turns out that the monk who appeared in my mind is called the Bitter Melon Monk. It's really unpleasant!" Fang Feiyang turned the inkstone in his hand over to see if there were any other places for inscriptions.

While Fang Feiyang was studying the Fang Inkstone with great interest, an old man of medium height stood next to him. His hair was dyed dark and shiny, and he looked quite young, but his face and forehead were covered with traces of time.

It proved that he was almost sixty years old. The old man was wearing a fancy Hawaiian-style T-shirt and holding a paper fan in his hand. While fanning himself, he approached Fang Feiyang and stared at the inkstone in his hand.

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When the old man saw Fang Feiyang looking up at him, he immediately smiled and said, "Young man, can I sit next to you?"

"Please sit down!" Fang Feiyang was always very polite to the old man.

The old man sat down and said nothing, still staring at the things in Fang Feiyang's hands.

"Young man, can I take a look at your inkstone?"

Fang Feiyang thought to himself that he had seen it all anyway, but it was a pity that he was a rookie and had very little knowledge in this area. If this old man was an expert, he would have learned the relevant information about this ancient inkstone from him.

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Fang Feiyang gently pushed the inkstone in front of the old man.

The old man took out a square glasses case from the pocket of his Hawaiian T-shirt, opened it, took out a pair of folding reading glasses, and quickly put them on.

Fang Feiyang was not idle when the old man across from him was carefully looking at the inkstone. He also stared at the old man's face and expression, hoping to capture useful information from the old man's expression.

Apparently, the old man wearing a floral T-shirt in front of him was a calm veteran. Fang Feiyang could not see a trace of joy or excitement on his face. The old man read with a calm expression as if he were reading a famous novel.

Take.

The old man watched very carefully, and from time to time he would put the inkstone to his mouth and take a breath, tap it with his index finger, and tap it with his knuckles to listen to the sound. There were many tricks.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The old man took off his glasses and said to Fang Feiyang with a smile: "Young man, do you also play miscellaneous things?"

Fang Feiyang didn't know what miscellaneous items were, and he didn't want to expose his shortcomings. He smiled and responded: "Well, just have fun."

"Young man, I wonder if you plan to sell this inkstone?"

"If someone can recognize the origin of this ancient inkstone and if the price is right, I can consider selling it." Fang Feiyang made such an enigmatic statement.

"Huh?" The old man opposite was obviously taken aback, and then said, "Haha, interesting, I can't tell the origin of this thing. If you want to sell it, I am willing to bid 1,000 yuan!"

Fang Feiyang secretly thought, it is said that these people who play antiques are better than the others, and it is true. The old man opposite looked at it for a long time, his face was as calm as water, and he did not mention the origin of Fang Gu Inkstone, and he did not know whether he recognized it.

Still don’t recognize it? He even quoted 1,000 yuan, as if he was bidding a high price.

Fang Feiyang smiled without answering, picked up the ancient inkstone on the table, wrapped it in cotton cloth, and prepared to put it into the handbag beside him.

When the old man saw that Fang Feiyang was unmoved, he put the things away, his face changed slightly, and then said: "Young man, if you are not satisfied, you can raise it. How much do you want it to be?"

This question stumped Fang Feiyang.

Originally, he wanted to make progress by retreating and force the old man to continue to increase the price. Unexpectedly, the old man stopped raising the price. He got straight to the point and directly asked himself how much he wanted. The true value of this thing is something that a dumb rookie like Fang Feiyang can know.

If the price is low, you will suffer a loss; if the price is high, you will definitely be laughed at by others.

Just when Fang Feiyang was hesitant and didn't know what to do.

A familiar voice came from the door of the teahouse.

"Xiao Fang?...."
Chapter completed!