The eldest aunt laughed, "Ink is always so smelly, it's rare that the one you use has a fragrance to it!"
Ling Chengyan smiled, "I happened to buy an old ink stick, just sitting in a corner where no one wanted it..."
Saying this, a thought suddenly popped into Ling Chengyan's mind. After learning in these days that the world had just gone through a turmoil, many old and ancient items were heavily damaged... Just like these two ink sticks she accidentally got, although they were missing corners and edges, it could be seen they were decades old, genuine good stuff, yet she only spent ten cents on them, the price of two steamed buns!
No one thought these were good things right now. If one could collect more with care, as long as the country prospers and people's lives thrive, in a decade, or a few years, they could be sold at a high price.
