Enter the Room

Shao Qing was stunned.

Yuan Yunzhong studied with his grandfather Mr. Jinghu since he was a child, and did not return to the Yuan family until he was ten years old. Later he studied with his uncle. But whether it was Mr. Jinghu or Yuan Yunzhong's uncle, they had already become officials when they taught him to study, and they did not accept other students.

If anyone can be called a classmate, it is Yuan Yunzhong who passed the junior examination. Mr. Jinghu felt that he did not have the friendship of a classmate and was afraid of suffering a disadvantage in the officialdom in the future, so he specially sent him to Heshan Academy to study. As a result, Yuan Yunzhong felt uncomfortable after studying for three months, and was unwilling to return to the Yuan family, so he simply quit.

Although they were also named on the gold list, it is still a pity for the Yuan and Wang families to not be among the top three.

He took the letter and muttered: "Is he from Heshan Academy? How did he find this place?"

The envelope was made of kraft paper, with a bright red and gold note stuck in the middle. There was no title or signature, but red paint was used on the seal.

He handed the letter to Yuan Yunzhong, grabbed a handful of coins and sent it to the person who reported the letter: "Thank you for your hard work, have a cup of tea."

"Master Shao is too polite!" The Yamen servant happily greeted Shao Qing politely, but Shao Qing was startled - Yuan Yunzhong suddenly had a face as cold as ice, lifted up the quilt and got out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Shao Qing ignored the greetings with the yamen servant and stepped forward to help Yuan Yunzhong. "The doctor said that you have to rest for the next few days. If you have anything to do, let me know. That’s it. Do you want to drink tea or read a book?”

Perhaps because he got up too quickly, Yuan Yunzhong pushed Shao Qing's hand away, but his body staggered and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Shao Qing became even more nervous and held his arm: "Lie down quickly, lie down quickly. If you need anything, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Yuan Yunzhong pushed his arm away and stood firmly, his dark eyes shining with dazzling light like ice in the sun, his expression extremely cold, and the temperature in the room seemed to be a little colder than before.

Shao Qing couldn't help but shudder, and then he realized that the letter sent by the Yamen just now had been torn open by Yuan Yunzhong at some point, and was clenched into a ball, tightly held in his hand.

His eyes fell on the letter, hesitantly called "Master" and said: "Yes, what happened?"

Yuan Yunzhong didn't speak, and his paint-like eyes became deeper.

Shao Qing subconsciously held his breath.

However, Yuan Yunzhong slowly sat on the bed, slowly smoothed the envelope again, stuffed the letter into the envelope again, gently stroked the lines of the envelope, and said warmly: "You just said, Miss Song and Master Yan Are they going to visit the workshops where new blue and white flowers are made?"

Shao Qing's hair stood on end.

Such Yuan Yunzhong is like the sea before a storm. It seems calm, but once the calm is broken, the waves will rise up from the shore, roaring and swallowing the sky and the earth.

He nodded like a chicken pecking rice and whispered: "That's what the hairpin said."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded and said: "Miss Song has not only sent supplements, but also side dishes made by herself. A small gift means a lot, so please make a trip in person to say thank you to Miss Song."

Didn’t he say that he wanted to buy a few glass bottles for Boss Song?

Wouldn't it be more sincere to say thank you to Boss Song after you get the glass bottle?

Shao Qing hesitated for a moment.

Yuan Yunzhong had already struck him with a look that was as sharp as a knife, making him swallow all his words.

Anyway, Yuan Yunzhong had openly dismissed him more than once.

What's more, even the old man privately praised their young master for being "good at planning and making decisions." Before he came, the old man repeatedly warned him that this case of Prince Ning was complicated, and with his little brains, if he was sold to someone else, he would probably be blamed for it. Money, everything must be obeyed by Yuan Yunzhong.

Shao Qing nodded immediately and said, "I'll go see Miss Song right now."

Yuan Yunzhong's face brightened slightly.

Shao Qing ran away quickly.

He didn't know which workshops caught Song Jiuyun's eyes, so he first went to the Song family on the other side of Zhushan Mountain and met Zheng Quan.

Zheng Quan was helping Song Jiyun guard the small porcelain kiln. Although he didn't know Song Jiyun's whereabouts, he asked Manager Wu to accompany him to find out where Song Jiyun was.

Knowing that Song Jiyun was in Wu's workshop, Manager Wu rushed over with him.

But it was a step too late.

Song Jiyun and his party went to the Wang family's workshop.

When they arrived at Wang's Workshop, the people at Wang's Workshop said that Song Jiyun had left and went to Master Yan's house.

On a beautiful spring day, a group of old men were drinking tea and laughing under the flowering trees, but Song Jiyun was not there.

Shao Qing frowned.

Mr. Yan hurriedly said: "A woman stopped Boss Song on the way and said that it was a painting of the Eight Treasures of Buddhism passed down from ancestors and she wanted Boss Song to see it. I asked my son to accompany Boss Song to the woman's house."

Shao Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he went to the woman's house accompanied by the Yan family's housekeeper.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, he saw Song Jiyun being wiped by a thirty-year-old woman, wiping her tears and pleading: "Boss Song, I know that my ability is nothing among men, but I am not a widow who is unemployed. I have a solution. Do you want to beg for food? I am willing to learn and endure hardships. Can you let me work as a kiln worker in your kiln factory? Or you can introduce me to someone else. I just want to be able to eat. Just don’t starve the three children to death.”

Uncle Yan next to him had a look of helplessness. Due to the difference between men and women, it was neither right nor wrong to pull him forward. He advised: "We run a kiln factory, and this painter is not up to par. Even if I want to give you a meal, you can't do it." No way! If you can really endure hardship, there is so much work in Jingdezhen, what can you do to support yourself? Why do you have to catch Boss Song to complain? "

Song Jiyun also said: "People in the kiln factory rely on their craftsmanship to make a living. I can't break the rules just because I sympathize with you. Otherwise, what would it matter if those masters spent ten or twenty years working hard to learn a good craft? What’s the meaning?”

The woman stopped Song Jiyun from leaving: "You are also a woman. You know the difficulties women face, so you can't just ignore them!"

Song Jiyun was a little unhappy.

Shao Qing couldn't listen anymore, and shouted "Boss Song" at the top of his voice, saying: "You can make it easier for me to find you. Mr. Yan is waiting for your decision over there. Hurry over and we can wait for the things here." It’s not too late to discuss it again.”

Song Jiyun was really relieved.

It's not that she's unwilling to help these women who are willing to save themselves, she just doesn't like such moral kidnapping.

She also came up with the idea of ​​hiring some female workers if she had the ability in the future.

"I'm sorry," Song Jiyun said, "I can't possibly recruit you to work as a painter in the Song Kiln Factory. If you have to be a painter, it's best to become a master and practice your painting skills for a few years."

The woman still wanted to give up, but Uncle Yan blocked her. Shao Qing pressed her acupoint again, and only a few people were able to escape.

Shao Qing asked Song Jiyun: "Why don't you bring a few servants or guards with you? It's easier to get away from such a thing."

Uncle Yan didn't wait for Song Jiyun to speak and answered: "Of the kiln workers everywhere in Jingdezhen, who would have ever thought that they would meet such a person?"

Song Jiyun sighed and said, "Fortunately, it only took some time and no one who could help was missed."

Something strange flashed in Shao Qing's heart, and he asked curiously: "Has this woman been pestering you for a long time?"

"No!" Mr. Yan shook his head when he heard this, "She knelt down and begged, insisting that Boss Song come to her house to take a look. Boss Song was also soft-hearted, so he followed her and told her carefully about her painting skills. If she has any shortcomings, tell her who she can take as a teacher if she wants to be a painter. If she had met anyone else, she would have left in a hurry."

It was already difficult for a woman to survive. Song Jiyun didn't want this woman to ruin the impression of a kiln owner like Mr. Yan. If she could try to get women to work in the kiln in the future, there would be no more resistance. She changed the subject and asked Shao Qing: "Why are you here? But what's going on with Mr. Yuan?"

Shao Qing explained his purpose.

"What is this? Mr. Yuan is too polite." Song Jiyun smiled and asked about Yuan Yunzhong's condition.

Shao Qing naturally said "Okay".

Song Jiyun also told him: "If kimchi and sour bamboo shoots still suit Mr. Yuan's taste, tell me and I will pickle some more for him. If Mr. Yuan wants to eat something, you can also ask someone to go to your house and let him know. I am People born and raised in Jingdezhen are always more familiar with it than you."

Shao Qing thanked him, sent Song Jiyun to Yan's house with some pleasantries, and then returned to the Yamen.

Who knows that Yuan Yunzhong is missing.

It’s a bit late to change the content of the previous chapter...