"This pen is more expensive than a good book," Bai Shan said, selecting the most expensive of the three pens, which cost eight taels of silver. He paid the money without even blinking an eye.
The shopkeeper brought over a box and carefully packed the pens they had chosen, as well as the ink sticks, then cheerfully took another box from an assistant, opened it, and smiled as he asked, "Would the young masters and miss like to take a look at an inkstone? This is the finest in our store, crafted by a master artisan."
The three of them glanced at it and shook their heads together. The inkstone looked very expensive, and being so young, they still couldn't grasp why adults liked to collect inkstones.
Seeing their brisk refusal, the shopkeeper was slightly disappointed but still sent them on their way with a smile.
Having spent a lot of money in the bookstore, everything else on the street—whether exquisite, pretty, or ingeniously made—now seemed cheap.