Reborn 1980

Chapter 9 Old Blackhead

Liu Jun continued to look paralyzed, and after saying something to his younger brothers and sisters, he got into the crowd. In this era, everyone is poor, so many bosses who don’t know anything will take out some bottles and cans at home and sell them. , good things often appear. She doesn't want to pick up big leaks, but she can also check if they are good.

Walking inside, there is an alley selling second-hand furniture and appliances. Naturally, those who come to look at it are from families who are relatively poor.

She had three yuan that the original owner had saved before, and ten yuan that Zhao Damei gave her when she went out to buy some notebooks and pencils.

I walked around and looked around, but I didn't find anything good, but I bought a few clay pots and plates. They seemed to be a little old, but not too old, so they weren't very valuable.

But, eh?Liu Jun suddenly stopped and stopped in front of a calligraphy and painting stall. The stall owner was a sixty-year-old man wearing a black melon cap and pigtails. He had a white goatee on his chin. Holding a folding fan, holding a cigarette holder in one hand, and small round black glasses hanging on his face, he sat against the wall, like a scholar, with a comfortable look. When he saw the little girl approaching, he didn't say a very warm greeting, and just said it casually. He said, "Whatever you like, see for yourself." and stopped talking.

There were not many things on the stall, including ink sticks, inkstones, a few old sandalwood squares for paperweights, and writing brushes, all of which were used by literati. The rice paper was quite thick, and the rest was just bits and pieces. Broken beads and a lot of old money, both from outside and from mainland China.

Liu Jun's predecessor's father had been obsessed with ancient culture since she was a child. Therefore, calligraphy and ink painting were her daily tasks since she was a child. Later, when he died, it gradually became a way to commemorate her parents, even if Later, when her father passed away, whenever she had time, she would write or draw something in the space. There was still some pen and ink in the space, but they were all made of materials from later generations. They were incomparable to these old things in front of her. , these are all the handiwork of predecessors. In those last years, it was difficult to make a living, let alone be elegant. Even those who really knew how to make pens with old materials would probably not be able to find usable materials.

Therefore, Liu Jun was very happy when she saw familiar things, and the corners of her lips curled up in a rare way, "I want these, how much do they cost?" Pointing to the four treasures of the study, her voice was dry and rough, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time. As if.

The little girl, who thought that the conditions were not good, was just curious to see, but she didn't expect that she really wanted to buy it, and pay it all back once she bought it?Could it be that he made a mistake?
The old black-headed man put away his folding fan, sat upright, and came forward. His glasses fell on the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of shrewd lower eyes, "You want them all? The Four Treasures of the Study?"

Liu Jun nodded, "How much?"

"Can you write? Draw? These rolled up ones are for ink paintings." The old blackhead still couldn't believe it.

"How much?" Someone was already a little impatient and frowned, as if if you don't tell me the price, I'll leave.

"A hundred in total, and give me twenty kilograms of food stamps." Seeing that the little girl was getting impatient, the old blackhead smiled with a puff of smoke in his teeth and quoted the price.

This price is almost certainly unsaleable in today's era, except for some truly knowledgeable and wealthy people who may cherish the item.

As for why you still want to sell it when you obviously can’t sell it... just have some fun, right?

Well, she just bought something, and there are only eleven left, and there are no food stamps.

Zhao Damei has always been the head of the family. For a child in the apocalypse, food stamps are like a legend and there is no image of them at all. Naturally, he cannot remember the transactions of this era when he goes out, which not only requires money, but also tickets.

The old blackhead knew from the little girl's expression that he didn't have enough money, so he laughed happily. He opened the folding fan with a swipe and started fanning. He leaned back and returned to his original position, "Little girl, if you really know how to write, give it to grandpa." Write a few words and draw something to see. For these things, grandpa will only charge you 60 yuan, plus twenty kilograms of food stamps?" "I only have eleven and no food stamps."

Old man: ...the smile froze.

It's not that he couldn't bear to part with it, it was just too far away. If these things were sold for only 11 yuan, the old lady would definitely pull out his pigtails when he got back.

"Let's do this, little girl, as long as you write a few words for Grandpa, this little writing brush, an inkstone and ink sticks, plus this paperweight, and a stack of paper will be added to you, a total of five yuan, you think it's No?" Looking at the little girl's face that was full of pain and hatred, the old blackhead felt that it was a rare sight, so he was willing to give the child a small discount. In fact, if he really wanted to sell it, he would have to pay at least ten yuan to get his money back. Another thing, judging from the clothes this child is wearing, he must not have a good net worth. If she is really a sensible child, of course he will be happy to form a good relationship with a nice little girl and give the child's name to the old woman. She I won’t say anything anymore.

"Okay, thank you grandpa." She is a good and polite child.

With skillful movements, he took the ink that Lao Heitou had already ground to the open space on one side, tilted the small brush and put it aside, spread out the rice paper, and put the paperweight on it. A series of actions attracted the surrounding dealers to look over, "Hey, you guys Look, that little girl is actually ready to write calligraphy. It’s incredible for such a young girl. Let me go and have a look.”

"Huh? It's true. I'll go take a look."

"I'll go as well."

In the blink of an eye, a group of people gathered around, blocking the old black man's sight, so he suddenly became unhappy, "What are you doing? Go aside? Don't block the light, walk around..." Standing up, the old black man came closer and waved Chase the people around you.

"I said, old blackhead, it's not you who writes, why are you just jumping around?" The man was unhappy.

"This is my stall. It has nothing to do with me. Go, hurry up and go away."

"Hey, you old blackhead..." Before the argument came to a conclusion, someone had already shouted, "Okay, not bad, great!"

Hearing the sound, several people stopped arguing and looked over hurriedly. They saw neat small regular script on the flat rice paper, which was the beginning of a water melody song. The lines, the spacing, and the strokes of the strokes all described this child. He has a deep foundation in writing, as if he has been writing for decades. Even though he is a little clumsy, he still cannot hide the sharpness and dominance of the pen tip. The old blackhead picked up the rice paper and looked at the little girl with a heavy look in his eyes. This child, so good Big energy, this shouldn't be the word of a child, but with the facts in front of him, the old blackhead had no choice but to believe it, "Girl, take all of these, grandpa will charge you ten yuan." Pointing to what Liu Jun had just pointed at Among the Four Treasures of the Study, the old blackhead is less careless and more respectful and searching.

Liu Jun did not answer, but packed the five-dollar goods that the old man pointed out just now, found five dollars from his pocket, put it on the stall, and left without saying a word, leaving a group of people in silence.

The old blackhead was silent for a long time, then sat back down and returned to his previous state. However, after the calligraphy treasure Liu Jun had dried, he carefully folded it and put it in front of his chest.

He thought, if the old woman were here today, she would probably have to follow the little girl home and ask for a disciple. She is a talent-loving girl; but that little girl's temperament is really stable, not bad, not bad.

(End of this chapter)