Enter the Room

Mr. Wang said kindly: "Is your family from a good family or a craftsman?"

After Song Jiyun's great-grandfather became successful, he bought fields and changed his status.

"It's a good job." She said respectfully.

Lord Wang nodded and said, "But we still do what craftsmen do, right?"

This is a fact.

Although Song Jiyun felt that such a question was inappropriate, it was a fact and she could not admit it.

She nodded and said, "That's what the adults said."

Mr. Wang's expression was a little gentler than before, and he smiled and said: "Since you are a craftsman, and you have done it so well and made new porcelain, you should study it with more concentration and study it wholeheartedly."

When he said this, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly became full of authority and rebuked her loudly: "Why do you do what a merchant does and go to Nanjing to sell your own porcelain?"

Song Jiyun was startled by his sudden change of expression. His heart was pounding wildly. He held his chest and took a deep breath before he stood firm.

But just as she was about to answer, Master Wang suddenly stood up.

He is quite tall, and his eyes are like a hawk when he looks at people.

He glanced at the crowd and said sternly: "No wonder Jingdezhen, a city of thousands of porcelains, has been turned into a mess by you, and the officials are not like officials, and the people are not like people!"

Everyone in the hall turned pale, lowered their heads, and trembled.

Immortal Baoguang hid directly behind the curtain of the main hall.

Mr. Wang was very angry and continued to get angry: "Under the sky, it is not the king's land; on the shore of the land, it is the king's ministers. The imperial court asked you to hand over the secret recipe, but you resisted and even negotiated conditions with the imperial court. If you are such a minister, Are there any of you like this among the people?”

He did not let go of Wan Gonggong: "You supervise pottery in Jingdezhen and are the parent officer of the kiln workers. What is a parent officer? That is to treat the people under your rule like children! Teach and guide, have you done it?"

Wan Gonggong was trained to the point of collapse.

Master Wang seemed to be unable to bear it. He pursed his lips and did not continue the lecture. He shook his head and turned around with a sigh. He said with a serious look: "As a parent, who doesn't hope for the good of their children? I just listened without saying anything. You burn ten yuan every year." There are 50,000 pieces of porcelain, Master Wan forced you to burn more? Or is it blocking you and preventing you from burning?"

Indeed not!

However, Jingdezhen has never had such rules.

Everyone lowered their heads, no one dared to say a word, and no one was so indifferent to say a word at this time.

Lord Wang's tone became gentler: "After all, Lord Wan is not from a porcelain-making family, and his methods may be different from your usual habits. However, after all, he is in charge of the entire Jingdezhen porcelain, and he has to start from the entire Jingdezhen. Unlike You just need to take care of your own three-quarter acre of land, and just look at the area under your toes. When you accused him of being wrong, have you ever thought about why he did this?"

Everyone looked at me quietly and began to wonder if they had done something wrong.

Song Jiyun's heart felt as if a big hole had been stabbed, and it was so cold.

She was very familiar with this rhetoric.

Isn’t that what those opening remarks that confuse and brainwash people are like?

Her eyes grew colder.

"But is this the reason for your disobedience? Is it the reason for your protest and inaction? Is it the reason for your refusal to cooperate?" After asking three consecutive questions, Mr. Wang pointed the finger at Song Jiyun again.

"Mr. Song!" He said seriously, "Businessmen value profits over farewell. You are still young and think that by making money, you have protected the family business. Who knows, if people only focus on money, they will only damage the foundation and ruin the family business." If you lose your duty, you will lose your moral character."

He also showed the kindness of an elder and said: "Jiao Qianyan Shen Shen, I shouldn't have said these words to you originally. But I think you are a smart woman who manages the kiln and feeds a large group of people. I feel pity for you." You are a talented person, and I don’t want you to be wasted like this, so I have told you so much sincerely.”

He seemed to be caring, but in Song Jiuyun's eyes he was threatening: "You must know how to cherish blessings! Don't destroy the foundation of the Song family left by your father for the sake of the interests of San Gua Liang Zao."

Song Jiyun suddenly laughed, his voice respectful but his eyes gleaming with coldness: "Your Excellency loves the people like your own children. Since you have taught the common people so much, how dare the common people let down your Lord's painstaking efforts?"

She said happily: "The grass people are willing to dedicate the formula of sweet white porcelain to the imperial kiln factory."

She emphasized the words "imperial kiln factory".

Then he glanced at Eunuch Wan, whose face was still a little pale, but his eyes revealed the joy that could not be hidden, and said: "I just don't know how to hand over this formula? Can I just give it to Master Wan directly?"

She had to tie Eunuch Wan to the formula ship.

No matter what happens to this formula in the future, Wan Xiaoquan will not be able to stay out of it!

"Bold!" Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, Mr. Wang became furious and pointed angrily, "Ms. Song, I see you are young and want to give you a few words of encouragement, but you actually dare to play with these unworthy things in front of me. It's just a small plan to sow discord. How can I covet your little porcelain recipe when I take the emperor's salary?

"Come here! Take the Song family away. I want to see who dares to disobey the imperial court or go against the imperial court in the whole world!"

The main hall began to boil with a buzzing sound.

"how so?"

"There's no need to arrest Boss Song, right?"

"But it is indeed like this. How can we, the people of Li, not listen?

Someone immediately stepped forward and grabbed Song Jiuyun's arm tightly.

For the first time in his life, Song Jiuyun felt as helpless as duckweed under power.

But if she just gives up, what will happen to her mother and three sisters behind her?

Song Jiyun looked up at Mr. Wang.

Others were just eating and drinking, but he was not satisfied with eating and drinking, and even wanted to dig up their ancestral graves as well.

She didn't struggle.

There is no point in struggling at this time.

If others are plotting against her, the road ahead has already been paved for her.

She stared at Mr. Wang: "Mr. Wang, since there is no distinction between education and distinction, please teach me how to deliver this recipe?"

Mr. Wang sneered and said, "It's too late! I hate those who push their limits the most and don't know how to advance or retreat. You can reflect on yourself in prison and realize what you did wrong?"

"Are you still going to jail?"

"Otherwise, what are you going to do?"

"I thought I could just drive out of the hall!"

Everyone discussed carefully, some were confused, some were puzzled, some were sympathetic, some were regretful, and some were worried.

Only Song Tao finally let go of the hands that had been tightly twisted together.

"Blessed by Bodhisattva!" She muttered silently, Song Jiyun finally had a different ending from his previous life.

Eunuch Wan is actually related to Wang Jue, who is currently serving as the chief envoy to Jiangxi and will later serve as Minister of Rites and Grand Scholar of Wuying Palace.

No wonder Song Jiuyun's business later spread to the capital.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would have leaned back and laughed.

Who would have thought that her little idea could change Song Jiuyun's fate!

Song Tao couldn't hide her pride. Seeing Mr. Wu next to her looking lost, she even whispered: "Do you know what she did wrong?"

Mr. Wu didn't hear what she said clearly at all.

But a clear and beautiful voice sounded in the hall: "Really? I really want to know what she did wrong?"

Everyone was stunned.

Look back.

I saw Yuan Yunzhong striding in from outside the hall.

His handsome brows were particularly cold, and he was wearing a bright red over-the-shoulder brocade with a persimmon pattern.

The complex patterns such as lotus flowers and persimmon stems drawn out with gold and silver thread on his shoulders shone dazzlingly in the dim light of the hall, reflecting his graceful appearance and heroic spirit.

He looked at Mr. Wang with a snowy look in his eyes, and said again: "I really want to know what Miss Song did wrong? You are not in the county government office in Liang County, why are you all crowded here?"