Enter the Room

Luo Zixing and others were naturally overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear.

Even the masters, apprentices, and kiln workers in the kiln factory were all talking privately: "The eldest lady is so awesome! As long as the kiln she fired, the finished product would be around 70% to 80%, even if the old boss is still alive. When I was young, I didn’t have this ability! Isn’t the eldest lady the reincarnation of the kiln god?”

"It's hard to say whether the kiln god is reincarnated, but working with the eldest lady will definitely not worry about food!"

"Other kilns can already make a lot of money with a finished product of around 30 to 40% per kiln. Our kiln is probably making crazy money these days! One kiln can be as good as two other kilns! Look, Shopkeeper Zhou, the smile on his face never breaks."

Everyone was excited when talking about this, and the entire kiln was beaming and full of energy.

One goes down and the other goes up.

After the Liangyu Kiln Factory experienced the initial excitement, although the sales of sacrificial white porcelain were still very good, the orders for daily porcelain made of jade porcelain plummeted after the Song family painted it with blue and white alum red glaze. With two or three orders, we can’t even open on bad days.

Song Tao gently stroked the orange-red pistachio on the blue-white alum-red overglaze octagonal exquisite cup in her hand.

In the previous life, Song Jiuyun introduced the blue and white alum red overglaze color five years later, on the thirtieth birthday of King Ning.

The Songjia Kiln Factory stole the show.

Could it be that Song Jiuyun had already mastered the technique of blue and white alum red glaze at this time?

Song Tao frowned slightly.

However, the steward sent by the Hong family to help Song Tao manage the kiln factory was very happy: "Nowadays, when talking about porcelain sacrifices, who doesn't mention 'Liangyu Kiln Factory'! Even Wan Gonggong was alarmed. He even sent someone two days ago. Come and ask the old man what's going on!

"Our old man said that the Spring Festival is the most frequent time for giving gifts. Let's make a gift box for the porcelain used for sacrifices, sixteen pieces, twenty-six pieces, thirty pieces... to ninety-nine pieces, in a few days Mr. Tian took some with him when he went to Suzhou to give gifts to the gentlemen at Heshan Academy. Once we spread the news here, sales will definitely increase sharply."

He is like a country bumpkin who is content with being a little rich and has never seen the world.

Song Tao had a cold expression on her face, and felt irritated in her heart.

The Hong family's vision is only this, but their management is quite broad. When the sales at the kiln factory were good a few days ago, a steward was sent to the accounting room to "help". Later, I saw that the delivery person was so busy that he sent a few people to the warehouse to "help". In the past two days, I saw that the daily porcelain sold in the kiln factory was not selling well, so I sent this manager to "help".

She felt that the masters and kiln workers in the kiln factory who were respectful to her when they saw her no longer had the same respect for her as before.

Song Tao picked up the tea cup and drank the tea slowly.

Her cooperation with the Hong family does not take advantage of either funds or connections, but only one skill. And these masters will learn her craftsmanship, and sooner or later they will develop careful ideas. If things continue like this, sooner or later the kiln factory will no longer have a foothold for her.

"Do you have any good ideas for selling daily porcelain?" She pretended to be worried and asked the steward sent by the Hong family, "We still have a lot of daily porcelain in stock?"

The steward disagreed and said with a smile: "Porcelain is not for eating. If you can't sell it today, you have to throw it away. We will just sell it slowly. The important thing is to sacrifice porcelain. No one can buy a few for the sacrifice. As long as we can burn it, it will be enough." You can eat it for a lifetime.”

That's because you haven't seen Song Jiyun's methods!

Can she let you eat for a lifetime?

Song Tao sneered in her heart and sent away the Hong family's steward. She sat in the empty accounting room for a long time.

*

Song Tao was not happy, and Song Jiyun was not satisfied either.

Although she relied on the blue and white alum red glaze to win the game, the formula of jade porcelain was in Song Tao's hands, and Song Tao relied on it to make a lot of money selling sacrificial porcelain. Even if she managed to win the game back, she still felt as sick as if she had swallowed half a fly.

Song Jiyun looked at the accounts of the past few days in the private room of the kiln factory.

The hairpin pokes its head outside.

Song Jiyun said: "What are you doing? You're being sneaky! If you have anything to say, just say it."

The hairpin jumped out with a smile, and crackled like pouring beans: "Master Yuan sent someone to ask you when you will go back? He asked you to go to his place after you go back - my wife said that the Double Ninth Festival is coming soon, and winter will come late this year. , the weather is nice, so I invited Mr. Yuan to go hiking at Baoen Temple together, so that the two ladies can get some fresh air."

Song Jiyun was not in the mood to climb a mountain, so she asked Xiangzhao: "Did Mr. Yuan agree?"

Xianghan shook her head: "Master Yuan hasn't replied to his wife yet. I guess he wants to wait until you come back before making any plans."

Song Jiyun snorted coldly.

With Yuan Yunzhong's temper, he probably didn't want to go.

But the mouth that eats people is soft, and the hands that take people are short. During this time, his mother bought him horses and made furs for him. Even if he couldn't think about it, he was unwilling to reject her mother directly. Eighty-nine times out of ten, he was pointing her to be such a bad person!

It just so happened that she was angry here and couldn't think of anything to do about it, so she might as well go back and spend the Double Ninth Festival with her family.

Song Jiyun made up his mind and returned to the Song Mansion in the city.

Mrs. Qian was telling Aunt Zheng: "Go and tell Bao'en Temple, we won't climb the mountain. The carriage will go directly from the back mountain to Lingxiao Pavilion, take a look at the scenery and then return. Then go to the three ladies and ask the tailor to make some new ones." Clothes, the clothes used to be too bright, but now they are inappropriate.”

At the end of the sentence, his voice dropped.

Nanny Zheng's eyes were slightly wet, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Song Jiyun. She hurriedly said: "Madam, the eldest lady is back!"

Qian immediately brushed away his previous depression, and immediately stood up happily, calling to Song Jiyun: "Quick, sit down and talk. You have been gone for more than ten days, and I am worried and afraid of disturbing you, so I even sent someone to I don't even dare to ask." Then he pulled her and looked her up and down, showing a satisfied smile, "You're not thin! It seems that Xiang Hairpin has taken good care of you, reward me!"

She ordered Aunt Zheng and complained: "You are just like your father, you don't care about anything when you do things. The family is not short of money, but your health is more important."

Song Jiyun hugged Qian and comforted her for a while.

Naturally, Mr. Qian wanted to keep her for dinner.

Yuan Yunzhong sent someone over and said to Qian: "Young master, instead of going to Baoen Temple, it is better to go to Baxian Temple."

Song Jiuyun and Qian were confused.

A large part of the reason why Baxian Temple is so popular is because of its geographical location.

It is only three miles away from the North City Gate.

Women in the city go to offer incense and can return in half a day.

The only commendable bamboo forest was planted by successive abbots of the nunnery over decades. Even those with some financial resources can plant such a bamboo forest in their backyard.

Therefore, many people go to Baxian Temple to seek children, see doctors, and eat vegetarian food, but not many people go to enjoy the scenery.

It is not like Baoen Temple, which occupies several hills, is majestic and has countless natural scenery; nor is it like Wuming Temple, which is built in the mountains and ridges, with strange rocks and dangerous peaks, which attracts people to marvel.

Qian guessed: "Master Yuan thinks it's inconvenient for us orphans and widowers to go to Baoen Temple?"