Enter the Room

Song Jiyun had observed it carefully when he came in. The house didn't look obvious from the outside. It was just an ordinary Guangliang door. But when he came in, he discovered that it was like a big urn with a universe inside and it covered a huge area. Such a house usually has a dedicated guest courtyard.

Arranging for her to live in the inner house would be too close.

Manager Wang smiled and said, "This is what the fourth young master meant."

He was afraid that Song Jiyun would be uncomfortable, so he added: "No one lives in the house usually, but now that you have moved in, the house will be more lively."

Song Jiyun lived in a secluded courtyard to the east of the inner courtyard.

Entering through the black lacquered Ruyi door, there are two blooming cinnabar plum trees next to the Taihu stone in the corner. There are three small buildings on two floors. The study room, living room and living room are below, and the bedrooms are on the second floor. Open the window and you will see a courtyard covering an area of ​​two to three acres, with small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, half-shadowed and half-hidden among the towering ancient trees, which is very artistic.

Shao Qing pointed to the black-painted corner door behind the small building that was obscured by the bamboo forest: "Out of Jiaxiang, there is the courtyard where Zhou Zheng and the others live. After exiting the side door of the courtyard, the first sight is the Imperial College. Next to the Imperial College is the Confucius Temple. Walk to Xiaguan It's a bit far, but there is a road here that leads directly to Xiaguan Pier, which is very convenient. You can take a carriage there and you'll be there in two-quarters of an hour. If you go to the Qinhuai River, the most prosperous river in Nanjing, it's even closer, and it only takes a quarter of an hour. . It only takes two-quarters of an hour to go to Yingtian Mansion for business."

When they come to sell porcelain, they inevitably have to deal with these places.

Song Jiyun leaned in front of the window on the second floor and said thoughtfully: "Do you know which is the largest bank in Nanjing? Where is it?"

She wants to sell her china for jewelry prices!

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As far away as Jingdezhen in Jiangxi Province, as soon as the twelfth lunar month enters, every household kills pigs and sheep, and the flavor of the new year becomes stronger.

During the period of filial piety, the Song family should have kept everything simple, but the Qian family did not want to wrong Yuan Yunzhong.

Not only did she let Aunt Zheng keep an eye on the kitchen, fill the sausages, and smoke the bacon, but she also specially borrowed the chef from Master Yan’s family from Suzhou to make eight-treasure duck, deep-fried meatballs, and egg dumplings. We ordered sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake, fried gluten and fried tofu, soaked winter bamboo shoots, picked shepherd’s purse, and prepared a table of authentic Suzhou dishes for him for New Year’s Eve dinner.

The matters in the kiln factory were left to Luo Zixing, and the matters outside were entrusted to Master Yan, but the Song family also had a lot of things to do. The children of the ethnic studies have to take a vacation. How to allocate the expenses for the ethnic studies next year? How should each family distribute the income from the field sacrifice? How to subsidize orphans and young children in the clan? How much money does each family have to pay for the sacrifice... There are many things. Song Jiyun is not here, Qian has a big belly and it is inconvenient to attend, so Yuan Yunzhong went in her place.

Especially when Magistrate Jiang came to visit the clan academy, he was not only accompanied by Yuan Yunzhong, he also secured the opportunity for the Song clan academy through Magistrate Jiang to select three students every three years to study at Heshan Academy in Suzhou.

Song Family School suddenly became the private school envied by everyone in Liang County.

The elders of the Song family were so excited that tears filled their eyes. They came to the Song family in person and poured out baskets and baskets of good words in front of the Qian family. They praised Song Jiyun for finding a good son-in-law, and his parents' family also benefited from it.

Mrs. Qian saw that Yuan Yunzhong was usually indifferent to people, but she didn't expect that Song Jiyun was not at home, but he was thoughtful in everything, and he had such abilities, so naturally the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

Song Jiyu and Song Jixue were influenced by Qian's family, and they also respected their brother-in-law. Not only did they make a tie and give it to Yuan Yunzhong, they also made red lanterns and cut various window grilles for their six sons to take to Yinyu. Hall.

When Liuzi got this job, he called a group of boys to hang up lanterns and put up window grilles. They climbed up and down. It was so lively.

Yuan Yunzhong disliked the noise in the yard, so he simply closed the windows of his study and let them rage outside.

When Zheng Quan saw him, he brought a lot of white wax paper and asked him to write Spring Festival couplets - Song Youliang passed away this year. According to custom, the Song family's Spring Festival couplets during the New Year must be written on white paper.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door of the study room, he saw that Yuan Yunzhong was playing with the alum-red snow scene hexagonal boxes given to him by Song Jiyun.

Pagoda-shaped, stone tablet-shaped, arch-shaped... porcelain the size of a wine cup was shaped into various shapes by him.

Zheng Quan was a little confused.

Yuan Yunzhong raised his head and looked at him steadily with his dark eyes: "Is something wrong?"

Inexplicably, Zheng Quan felt unhappy that he had been disturbed.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Quan said hurriedly, "All the Spring Festival couplets sold outside are red. I would like to ask you to help write a few Spring Festival couplets."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded and motioned for Zheng Quan to put the paper on the big desk.

Zheng Quan turned around and saw the water map hanging on the screen.

The little red circle has reached the city of Nanjing, and there are a few small plum blossoms drawn next to it, some filled in and some not filled in, just like the nine-nine-year-old figure to relieve the cold.

He couldn't help but count the colored plum blossom petals, there were fourteen in total.

"Has the eldest lady arrived in Nanjing for almost half a month?" He put the wax paper away and said with emotion, "I wonder how the eldest lady is doing now?"

Yuan Yunzhong pursed his lips, and his eyes followed Zheng Quan and landed on the red plum blossom petals on the screen.

There was still news coming back while on the road, but when we arrived in Nanjing, there was no news.

He suddenly felt a little upset.

He told Zheng Quan, "Go and change the direction of the camellia on the steps."

Do you want the flowers to bask in the sun?

But it was gloomy outside, as if it was going to snow.

Zheng Quan scratched his head, thinking that he was taking care of Yuan Yunzhong on Shao Qing's behalf. Shao Qing usually obeyed Yuan Yunzhong's instructions. Naturally, he should be like Shao Qing and not violate his wishes for such a trivial matter.

He went to change the direction of the camellia.

Only then did Zheng Quan realize that the camellia pots were square purple sand pots, some with inscriptions on them and others with flowers painted on them.

It is clear at a glance whether the direction of the flowers has been changed or not, and there will be no confusion.

This thought flashed through his mind and was forgotten by him.

During this time, he worked as an errand in Yin Yu Tang. Most of the servants in Yin Yu Tang were bought back later, but Shao Qing taught the rules very well and never saw anyone disobeying Yuan Yunzhong's instructions.

He thinks a little too much.

Zheng Quan clapped his hands and returned to the study room.

Yuan Yunzhong asked him to help cut the paper: "Cut as many Spring Festival couplets as you plan to write? Cut as big as you want to post them?"

The size of the Spring Festival couplets on the main door and the second door are definitely different.

Zheng Quan really didn't pay attention to it.

He said: "I'll go take a look and I'll be right back!"

Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

After a while, a thin boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old walked in quietly, saluted him respectfully, lowered his eyebrows and said in a submissive manner: "What orders do you have, Master?"

"Is there no news about Shao Qing yet?" he asked.

The boy said: "Not yet."

Yuan Yunzhong sneered: "This is the monkey returning to the mountain, and he doesn't know what's going on!"

The boy didn't dare to say anything.

Yuan Yunzhong said: "Go and tell you Qianhu that Shao Qing's allowance will be deducted."

"Isn't that true?!" The boy looked up in shock and looked at a pair of experienced eyes on his rather childish face.

He couldn't help but plead for Shao Qing: "Sir, you may not know that our Jinyiwei don't have much salary. We usually rely on subsidies to survive. And we are only paid once every six months."

It didn't matter what Yuan Yunzhong said, Shao Qing's half-year allowance was gone.

Then Shao Qing is not tightening his belt to get by, but tightening his neck to get by.

He wanted Yuan Yunzhong to change his mind and continued: "Nanjing is thousands of miles away. Even if you ask questions in the palace, there is a month's grace. Shao Qing has not replied for fourteen days. Isn't this his crime?"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at the young man.

The boy immediately shut up, lowered his head, muttered "yes", and retreated.

Yuan Yunzhong's mood became more and more irritable.