Enter the Room

Song Jiyun's first reaction when he heard the news was not to wonder why there was an imperial edict for her, but where the edict came from.

She couldn't help but ask Wang Hua: "Does it make any difference where it comes from?"

"Of course there is a difference." Wang Hua said without thinking, "What comes from the general envoy is the decree of the six ministries of the cabinet; what comes from the secretary of rites is probably the emperor's will. If it comes from the ministry of rites, It may be the inner palace's decree."

But what does it mean if he blocks in front of her?

Song Jiyun thought for a while, but did not ask, and said: "Don't be nervous, we will find out after we go and take a look."

Wang Hua said "hmm" and accompanied Song Jiyun back to the Song Mansion with Zheng Quan.

The imperial edict was issued by the Chief of Ceremonies, and the young eunuch who came to announce the edict actually knew Wang Hua. When he saw Wang Hua, he exclaimed. Wang Hua even put his arms around his back and took him aside before he could read out the imperial edict. Ask what's going on.

Song Jiyun took the opportunity to stuff the little eunuch with a big red envelope.

The little eunuch smiled happily and said everything he knew. "It's the request from the Manufacturing Office. Isn't the Empress Dowager's birthday next year? The Manufacturing Office not only hired porcelain burners, but also made rhododendrons and carved red lacquer." There are those who make velvet flowers, make jewelry, weave Sichuan brocade, and provide food, clothing, housing and transportation. There are a total of thirty or forty craftsmen, ready to give the Queen Mother a good show.

"It turns out that the porcelain business is not owned by Boss Song. Later, I don't know who spoke to someone in the manufacturing office, and it was decided that Boss Song would represent Jingdezhen in Beijing to perform."

He said, looking at Song Jiyun curiously, and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that Boss Song was actually a woman."

Wang Hua seemed to have a particularly good relationship with him. Hearing this, he patted the top of his head.

The little eunuch grinned and said, "Brother, why are you here? Didn't Lord Yuan go back to Beijing?"

Wang Hua hesitated and confused the matter, and asked him when he would return to Beijing: "I will clean up your dust then."

The young eunuch smiled and said: "I am returning to Beijing with the people from the Royal Kiln Factory, and there is a waiter on the way. When will my brother return to Beijing? How about you come with me."

Wang Hua did not reply to him, but asked Song Jiyun, "What order did the Royal Kiln Factory receive?"

The young eunuch said: "Let Eunuch Wan and the owner of the imperial kiln factory bring a few masters back to the capital. They should be discussing the matter of burning porcelain for the Queen Mother's birthday."

Wang Hua asked him about the affairs in the palace again, and when he saw that he couldn't find anything else, he let him go.

The incense table of the Song family had been set up over there. The young eunuch announced the order and went to the Royal Kiln Factory accompanied by Wang Hua without staying much longer.

The people who were watching the excitement outside Song's house then rushed in. They all stared at the imperial edict in Song Jiuyun's hand with shining eyes, and said one after another: "Oh, it turns out the imperial edict looks like this!"

"The ancestors of the Song family are so proud that they can actually come to the capital to perform for the emperor. Boss Song's porcelain firing skills are the best in Jingdezhen, right?"

"Don't you need to take back this imperial edict? Then you can't offer it in the ancestral hall. Where are the elders of the Song family? Why don't you see the elders of the Song family? This is a great event for the whole family! We have to set off firecrackers and open the ancestral hall."

Another person said: "I have to give Boss Song a separate chapter in the family tree."

Song Jiuyun was also a little curious about what the imperial edict looked like, but after being curious, he thought it was nothing. Manager Wu, on the other hand, called a few boys to buy a lot of candies and spread them back to everyone, and also set off firecrackers at the door.

Mr. Song Shiyi, Chairman Ma and others rushed over amidst the sound of firecrackers.

"You kid, why didn't you send someone to tell me about such a festive event earlier?" Mr. Song Eleven and several elders of the Song family said, "What about the angel who delivered the message? We have to hold a banquet and entertain them. That’s it.”

Song Jiyun had a deep understanding of "the trees that are beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind". She had no intention of letting anyone know about the relationship between Wang Hua and the young eunuch, and said with a smile: "When someone goes to the imperial kiln factory, it's our turn to entertain them?"

Mr. Song Shiyi urged her: "Then you also go to the imperial kiln factory, we will help take care of things at home."

They said they were going to hold a running banquet for the neighbors, and even invited an opera troupe to perform.

Sometimes privilege is a shield.

Song Jiyun intended to publicize this matter. Those in official circles would be more or less wary if they tried to blackmail the Song family kiln factory in the future.

She asked Manager Wu to get the money to Mr. Song Shiyi, and discussed with President Ma to hang the imperial edict in the Feng Temple: "I am able to be where I am today, and I want to thank all my colleagues for their support. Although the edict is for me alone. , but it is also the glory of our panoramic dezhen porcelain family, so that everyone can see with their own eyes what the imperial edict looks like."

President Ma naturally applauded with both hands.

They went to the guild, hurriedly ordered a plaque, and found a way to hang the imperial edict at the guild's gate. They also invited a powerful kiln worker to watch it for twelve hours. After hearing the news, we had a meal together to celebrate.

Back home, Mr. Song Shiyi and others had not left yet, and Mr. Qian was accompanying him to talk in the hall. When he saw Song Jiyun coming back, Mr. Song Shiyi said to her with a smile: "We just discussed it, and we will invite Mr. Wen tomorrow." I will write a commendation for you, then open the ancestral hall and hang it in the ancestral hall."

Another clan elder seemed to be afraid that she would be unhappy, so he explained: "Logically, it would not be too much to carve a stone tablet for you, but you are still young and have a bright future. It is not yet time to seal the coffin. The portrait in this ancestral hall , Forest of Steles, there is always a place for you."

Song Jiuyun took all these lightly.

For five thousand years, she was just a ephemera among them.

But people also need to be able to take pleasure in the moment and seize it when they can.

She responded with a smile and said some words of thanks.

The elders of the Song family were very excited and talked about Song Jiyun's grandfather and Song Erliang with great emotion, which made Qian shed a few more tears, which didn't stop until the drum beat at midnight.

Song Jiyu and Song Jixue were waiting for her in Song Jiyun's house.

Song Jiyu said: "Sister, I heard Mr. Xiong say that it's very cold in the north. It's spring here, but it's still winter there. When will you set off, I'll make you some fur scarves."

Song Jiyun smiled and said, "Master Xiong, are you still telling you this?"

Song Jiyu made a big blush.

Song Jixue was chirping next to her: "A few days ago, Mr. Xiong sent someone to bring spring tea to the second sister. He said that he picked it when he took people into the mountain to plant trees. If the second sister thinks it tastes good, wait a few days. He will bring more. Sister, don’t you think the tea our family drinks these days is different from the past?”

Song Jiyu was embarrassed and went to scratch Song Jixue's armpit.

The two of them got into a fight, and their clear laughter spread across the yard.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but laugh.

Song Jiyu, who had been depressed since his father's death, has become more and more cheerful, which is a good thing.

Mrs. Qian brought her several pieces of leather with Nanny Zheng, saying they were for her to make a cloak.

Song Jiyun smiled and said, "There's no need to be in such a hurry. Wang Hua should know what clothes to bring. We'll talk about it when he comes back."

Mrs. Qian smiled, frowned and nodded. Manager Wu came over and said that Song Daliang and the eldest lady's family were here: "I also brought two uncles with me, saying they came to congratulate the eldest lady."