Zhao Er'ni laughed. "Ink is always so stinky. It's rare that the one you're using has a nice smell!"
"I just happened to buy one that nobody wanted..." Ling Chengyan smiled.
At this point, a thought suddenly popped up in Ling Chengyan's mind. This world had just experienced turmoil, and all kinds of old things and antiques had been seriously damaged like the ink she'd obtained by chance. It was apparent that the ink was decades old. Ling Chengyan was amazed that she bought such good ink for only the price of two steamed buns!
As of then, no one was interested in old items. If Ling Chengyan put in some effort and collected a bunch of antiques, all she had to do was wait for the nation to turn prosperous in a few dozen years, and the collected antiques could be sold for a high price.
They'd laugh at her if those stupid academicians saw how she schemed to make money.
"Chengyan, your handwriting is really beautiful." Zhao Er'ni praised sincerely.
