Enter the Room

In the next few days, Song Daliang's kiln factory produced another kiln. What comes out is still blue and white. It was a little better than the previous kiln. More than 3,000 clay bricks were fired into more than 20 pieces.

Zheng Quan got the news and came to tell Song Jiyun. He also said: "Everyone is talking privately. Without the bottom-line work, who dares to open a kiln factory? But looking at Song Daliang's behavior, let alone the bottom-line work, I'm afraid He has no ordinary craftsmanship. Those ruffians in Jingdezhen even thought that he was doing things without any calculation and that he was a fat sheep, so they were thinking of setting up a trap to defraud him of a few taels of money!"

Song Jiuyun was sitting under the warm autumn sun, painting blue and white flowers on Yuan Yunzhong's tea set.

She put down the paintbrush in her hand, stretched her neck, and said nonchalantly: "If he was reliable, how could he have ruined all the old lady's fortune? That means the old lady still believed in him and thought it was luck that he was in this situation. No, I still want him to continue my father’s business.”

Zheng Quan was not in a position to comment on the Song family's affairs. He glanced at the dusty and neatly arranged clay bricks on the table and said, "Didn't you talk about burning tea sets? Why do you still need to burn covered bowls?"

Song Jiyun sat down again and said: "As I said, the tea sets for making tea include not only pots, but also cups and bowls. Not to mention that tea cups are also divided into bell cups, begonia cups, horseshoe cups, and chicken pot cups."

According to what he said, she had to burn sixty or seventy pieces for him.

Including the loss of possible burnout, there are hundreds of pieces.

She suspected that he was not trying to burn the tea set, but was trying to embarrass her.

Zheng Quandao: "Does he draw the same pattern?"

"Yes!" Song Jiyun said feebly.

Otherwise, why would you find it boring?

If the same pattern is repeated more than 300 times, no matter how beautiful the pattern is, it will become hideous! !

However, Song Jiyun didn't just stand there and be beaten passively.

She was ready to be lazy.

Draw one every day!

If he can wait, he can wait. If he can't wait, then he can burn as many as he wants!

Can Yuan Yunzhong still eat her?

Song Jiyun hummed twice and asked the little maid serving next to him: "Do you know what Mr. Yuan is doing?"

She had been unwilling to ask about Yuan Yunzhong's whereabouts in the past, lest the more she knew, the more unclear she would become. But as the two became more and more familiar, she would occasionally ask Yuan Yunzhong where he was at home.

The little maid pursed her lips and smiled and said, "Master Yuan and Master Shao are fishing by the lake."

It's a pity that she is working hard here while he is leisurely and comfortable beside her.

Song Jiyun suddenly didn't want to draw anymore.

When Zheng Quan saw it, he scratched his head and thought for a long time before he finally said something: "Fortunately, Mr. Yuan's paintings only have a few strokes."

Song Jiyun couldn't laugh or cry.

A servant ran in and reported, "The king's secretary sent someone here, saying he has something important to see you."

Song Jiyun changed clothes and went to the hall.

The person who came to deliver the message was an attendant of Master Wang, whom everyone in Liang County knew.

According to his request, the two went to the Nuan Pavilion next to the hall to talk.

"Ms. Song must have heard about the uproarous smuggling case of Prince Ning recently, right?" Even though there was no one in the Nuan Pavilion, he lowered his voice as if he was afraid of being heard, "Our adults have obtained very accurate information. The news says that the porcelain smuggled by Prince Ning has been confirmed to have leaked out of our Jingdezhen. In order to find out whose house it leaked from, the governor and the inspector will search all the kilns in Jingdezhen."

Song Jiyun frowned.

"What we adults mean is that no matter whose family is unlucky enough to do this dirty work for Prince Ning, if we really want to search it, I'm afraid everyone will be in trouble too!" The voice of the entourage was even lower, "Our adults just want to search a few people. Invite all the bosses in Jingdezhen who are well spoken to to discuss and come up with an idea."

Song Jiuyun felt that this was not very reliable. The building is about to collapse, and few people can save others regardless of their own safety.

If the governor of Jiangxi and the inspector-general of Jiangxi really wanted to use this to cause something, they would not be able to protect any of them with their status as the king's chief secretary.

Even Magistrate Jiang, nine out of ten, does not have such power.

However, it is a good thing after all that everyone can unite. She deserves to attend.

Song Jiyun did not hesitate and said: "I will be sent by Mr. Wang."

The attendant immediately relaxed after hearing this, and said with a smile: "The little man will be waiting for Miss Song at the Xiling Villa."

Song Jiuyun was a little surprised.

Xiling Villa is also a very famous place in Liang County. It is built next to Xiang Lake and covers an area of ​​more than 40 acres. It is the property of the government. It is specially used to entertain officials coming and going. Not only is the scenery good, the food is good, but the waiters are also more alert than anywhere else. The local wealthy squires would try their best to entertain guests at the Xiling Villa for the sake of their appearance, and they would have to ask Master Wang for help on weekdays.

But there's only one bad thing there.

Xianghu is located in the eastern suburbs of Liang County, more than 20 miles away from the county seat of Liang County.

She thought of Yuan Yunzhong's carriage, smiled and agreed, and sent the entourage out.

Unexpectedly, when she turned back, she saw Yuan Yunzhong sitting on the chair where she had been sitting before, curiously playing with the brushes and clay on the table.

Seeing Song Jiyun come in, he raised his head and said, "Is there someone from the county government?"

The sun shines on his sapphire-blue calamus-patterned brocade skirt, making his fair face shine like jade.

Song Jiyun was stunned, not knowing whether it was because of his outstanding appearance or because he got the news so quickly.

"People close to Master Wang." Now that he knew it, she had no intention of hiding it. Besides, this kind of information was always meant to be deceived, so she couldn't hide it even if she wanted to. But as for why she came, she would definitely not tell it casually.

Yuan Yunzhong did not ask further questions, but pointed to two sweet white porcelain dishes stained with gray paint and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to try to paint two Jihong (alum red) teacups? Why do these paints look so different?" Same?"

"Before the paints are fired, they all look the same!" Song Jiyun sat on the Taishi chair opposite him.

Yuan Yunzhong looked at the two small paint dishes carefully and said, "Doesn't it mean that a layman can't tell the difference between them?"

Song Jiuyun smiled and said: "Not to mention laymen, even ordinary apprentices can't tell the difference when they first start learning the art."

Yuan Yunzhong became interested as he listened. He said "oh" and said, "Which plate is blue and white? Which one is alum red?"

Then he glanced sideways at Song Jiuyun and said, "I'll draw a few for you when I have time!"

Quite a bit disgusted.

Seeing this, Song Jiuyun rolled his eyes and said: "But, painting patterns on porcelain is not that simple. When it is painted on the clay, it is all gray. But when the paint is burned, it needs to be deep and light to produce beautiful patterns. Come."

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her, dipped his head in paint, and sketched out a Maitreya Buddha in a few strokes.

After finishing the painting, I glanced at it again, as if to say: Look, is it that difficult?

Song Jiyun raised his eyebrows secretly: "Do you want to leave a mark on the clay? This is the pattern you drew yourself!"

Yuan Yunzhong did not say a word and drew the Maitreya Buddha seriously.

The straight eyelashes are as straight as a grove, hanging down like clusters of tree needles.

Beautiful! Just too arrogant.

Song Jiyun said with regret in his heart.

But I heard Yuan Yunzhong say an almost inaudible "hmm".