"Great Qin, year 136!"
Shen Changqing's eyes flickered. He had never heard of the Luotan Layman, but the date on the signature proved this was an ancient relic of considerable age. The current year was the 382nd year of Great Qin. Between the two, there was a difference of more than two hundred years.
A calligraphic work that had existed for over two centuries also held considerable value. Although ancient calligraphy held little practical value for ordinary people, there would always be some who pursued it. Of course, the prerequisite for all this was that the Luotan Layman had to be someone of notable fame.
To tell the truth, Shen Changqing found this name quite unfamiliar. But he knew his own limitations. Although he was literate, it was only to the extent of being able to read; he was certainly not a learned scholar. As for the matters of Great Qin's literary circles, he knew nothing at all.
