Enter the Room

Amidst the crackling of firecrackers and the clanging sound of the lion dance, the crowd surrounded Song Tao and Ma Hui and walked out.

The plaque on the black door was covered with red cloth, and there were several baskets full of firecrackers placed next to it.

The boys lit another plate before the firecrackers were finished, and soon the ground was covered with a thick layer of bright red firecracker confetti.

A pair of lions jumped around and picked the red silk hydrangea hanging on the archway.

The red silk hydrangeas unfolded in the wind, hanging down a couplet that read, "Wealth flows from all over the world, business flourishes throughout the three springs."

The sound of firecrackers stopped in time.

He spoke in an arrogant voice but still had a high pitch: "Why is he a female boss?"

"She's a girl from the Song family."

"The county magistrate has said that girls from the Song family are as good as men. Is there anything strange about the female owner of the Song family kiln factory in front of me?"

"This can be regarded as people planting trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. I just wonder if the female owner of the Song Family Kiln Factory is here?"

Song Tao still had a reserved smile on her face, but her heart was rolling like lava.

What else can a group of ignorant commoners do besides just watch the fun?

After today, they will know who is the best!

Song Tao's expression gradually became resolute, and she took a step forward and stood in front of everyone.

The priest saw it and immediately sang loudly: "The auspicious time has come!"

There was another burst of crackling firecrackers.

Song Tao smiled and held onto the red silk hanging from the plaque.

But as if by mistake, he turned around and glanced at Song Jiyun who was standing far behind the door.

The rising sun shone on her body, but her smile was like a pomegranate flower blooming at noon, sincere and warm, as if she was happy that she could unveil the plaque in Song Daliang's place.

Is Song Jiyun so kind?

Her mind suddenly flashed back to the scene when they were practicing painting together in the yard when they were young.

Song Jiyun always pouted and kept a straight face, while Song Youliang just ate and coaxed Song Jiyun to paint with nice words.

But sometimes, when Qian made delicious snacks and sent them secretly to the maid, she would smile suddenly like before, and then ask the maid serving beside her to give her a piece too.

But that was all a long, long time ago.

They have all grown up.

Song Tao thought about it, her heart getting colder, and she tried hard with her wrist to pull off the red silk of the plaque.

"Wait!" someone shouted loudly.

Song Tao subconsciously exerted force on her hands.

The originally smooth red silk seemed to be caught by something and did not fall down.

Song Tao felt anxious.

The crowd parted on both sides, and the frowning Song Tianbao walked in while supporting Song Daliang, who was as pale as plain paper and panting loudly.

"Wait a minute!" the steward next to them said loudly, "Wait for our master to come!"

The crowd suddenly felt like water dripping into hot oil.

"How is this going?"

"Didn't you say that Mr. Song is too sick to get out of bed? It doesn't matter if you rush here like this, right?"

"Mr. Song is acting like this, maybe he's seriously ill, right?"

Song Tao held the red silk in her hand and stood there as dazedly as a clay Bodhisattva.

However, Ma Hui and others hurriedly bypassed her and rushed toward Song Daliang.

Only Song Jiyun, holding up his skirt, slowly walked towards her with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Song Tao shuddered, turned around suddenly, and looked around.

She saw Zheng Quanru, who often accompanied Song Jiyun, holding a riding whip and talking to their coachman.

That look seemed familiar to the two of them.

Her face turned pale, and the red silk she held in her hands was balled up.

When she looked up, she saw Song Jiyun walking closer and closer to her.

There was also the undisguised sarcasm in Song Jiuyun's eyes.

In the flash of flint and lightning, Song Tao suddenly understood.

She glared at Song Jiyun and said, "It's you, it's you who caused the trouble!"

"What did you say?" Song Jiyun smiled and walked closer and closer to her. Song Tao could even see the pearl stamens on her hairpin trembling in the sunlight for longer or shorter periods of time.

She couldn't help but take two steps back.

Song Jiyun stopped two or three steps away from her and sneered, "With so many people watching, don't talk nonsense! Why did your father suddenly wake up? How did your father fall into a coma? I don't know!"

Hearing this, Song Tao pursed her lips tightly and looked at Song Jiyun.

Song Jiuyun smiled calmly.

Song Daliang's labored voice came: "Thank you all for coming to support me! We'll talk about it later. If you have anything to do, wait until the plaque is unveiled. We can't delay the auspicious moment."

"That's it." Song Daliang walked up the steps with difficulty surrounded by people.

Song Tao and Song Jiyun were pushed aside by people on the left and right.

Song Daliang hurriedly took the red silk that was still in Song Tao's hand and pulled it hard. The red silk fell from the plaque, revealing the black gold foil plaque that read "Yun Chu".

“It turns out this kiln is called ‘Yun Chu’!”

The sound of firecrackers rang loudly again.

The emcee's voice drowned out the sound of firecrackers: "Happy opening!

Song Daliang seemed to have exhausted his energy, his legs were weak, and he was about to fall on Song Tianbao. The steward next to him quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands.

Ma Hui said hurriedly: "Bring the Grand Master's chair quickly."

Song Daliang sat down in a cold sweat.

"Didn't I say that you couldn't get up from your illness?" Ma Hui said, "Didn't you say that your daughter would unveil the plaque on your behalf?"

After saying that, he looked around looking for someone, "Where's Miss Song? Where did she go?"

Everyone hurriedly made way for Song Tao.

She was sweating profusely and her makeup looked a little muddy. She forced a smile and walked over: "Dad, am I here? Why are you here?"

Song Daliang glanced at her displeasedly and shouted: "Even if I am unconscious, won't there still be Tianbao? When will it be your turn to unveil the plaque?"

Song Tao's face flushed and she retorted: "The doctor said you won't be able to wake up for a while, Tianbao is too young..."

Song Daliang waved his hand at her in disgust, interrupted her unhappily, and said: "This is a kiln factory, you should come less often."

Song Tianbao also looked at her with evil eyes and muttered "that's right" in a low voice.

Song Tao's face turned red and blue.

Song Daliang ordered the steward around him: "Take the third lady back."

"Dad!" Song Tao shouted unwillingly, and Song Daliang said categorically: "Go back quickly! You have no right to speak!"

The steward winked at the follower.

The attendant immediately ran to Song Tao and "please" Song Tao with a strong attitude: "Miss, please don't make things difficult for me!"

There was blood dripping from Song Tao's face.

Ma Hui also said to her warmly: "Your father is here, please go back quickly!"

Song Tao looked at Song Jiyun from a distance, her eyes as gloomy as dark clouds.

Song Jiyun, however, stood idly by in front of a bright red fan with a brocade pattern and white Korean paper, with a smile on his face.

Song Tao followed Song Daliang's entourage out expressionlessly.

Behind him, Song Daliang and others were greeting each other: "Today is a happy day for our kiln factory. I have invited the cook from Taohua Pavilion to prepare a banquet for everyone in the wing, and I invite everyone to enjoy it!"

Someone worried: "Daliang, are you okay like this?"

"What can happen to me?" Song Daliang said, and he said thankfully: "Fortunately, I asked the master of Bao'en Temple to count the days and rush over at an auspicious time..."

Song Tao lowered her eyes and hid her gaze.