Enter the Room

Song Jiyun said nothing.

This seems to be Yuan Yunzhong's style.

Unexpected, but reasonable.

He Dazhi didn't notice Song Jiyun's silence. He was still there with a beaming expression: "Those bastards still want to shoot cold arrows. The night before yesterday, they threw several bamboo leaves into our yard. If it weren't for the sharp eyes of the leaves, Dai Sishi almost thought they were cauliflowers. snake."

Song Jiuyun was stunned.

Zheng Quan said anxiously: "Why didn't you tell me when you came just now? Is anyone injured?"

He Dazhi said embarrassedly: "I haven't found out the details of that group of people yet, and am I afraid that I will tell my boss and make my boss anxious? That Xiangye has followed the troupe since he was a child, and there is also a snake medicine seller in the troupe, don't They say it’s a cauliflower snake, but it’s really a bamboo leaf with green leaves, so we’re not afraid.”

In the end, it's just a dirty trick.

Song Jiyun frowned slightly and said, "If they use such methods again, you will report them to the official."

It may not have any effect, but at least it will let those people know that they are not afraid of litigation, and those people will be more restrained.

He Dazhi promised.

Zheng Quan and Song Jiyun talked about the situation of the Deng family: "The third young master of the Deng family led them into Beijing, but it was their seventh master who reported to the manufacturing office. I have inquired about it, and this seventh master is a porcelain fanatic. In addition to Burn porcelain and ignore other things. The Deng family was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish between east, west and north after leaving Dehua, so they specially sent the third young master to accompany him to Beijing.

“These dirty things done by the Deng family are probably the third young master’s idea.

"A total of thirty-six people from the Deng family came to live in Meishikou not far from us. They were crowded into a four-room bungalow without even a yard to turn around. The coal truck kept coming back and forth every morning and evening. The shoes were covered with soot. He only rented two guest rooms for Deng Qiye and his two attendants at the Gaosheng Inn not far from the building office.

"As for the Longquan Ji family, they live in Qianliang Hutong next to Longfu Temple. It is also very close to the manufacturing office. It can be reached in less than two quarters of an hour by sedan chair. The leader of their family is called Ji Shuanghu, who is good at cooking. They are famous for making all kinds of cups and cups. The craftsmen from their family who followed Ji Shuanghu to the capital also live near Liulichang, called the Ji Family Courtyard. I asked about it, and it is said that it is the Ji family's house."

When he said this, he hesitated for a moment: "The writing style in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is at its peak. Ever since the Ji family became rich, they have spent a lot of money to hire a gentleman to sit in their house. Now there are three scholars in the family, one is a scholar, and they often talk to each other. They married into aristocratic farming and studying families and supported the careers of poor students. Ji Shuanghu's mother was the daughter of a scholar, and his uncle even got a gold medal with the support of the Ji family. Now he is the prefect of Juzhou in Shandong and is a classmate of Yin Geng of Shuntian Prefecture. Also the in-laws."

If we talk about background, the Ji family is the one with the real background.

Song Jiyun took the two of them into the study, asked Xiang Hairpin to make tea, and said, "Is there any news over there at the Ji family?"

Zheng Quan shook his head and said: "Ji Shuanghu has been rushing into the Ji family compound since he came to Beijing. I heard that he has already burned a kiln. He probably wanted to make preparations in advance and swoop in during the selection process at the manufacturing office. Win the first prize.”

After all, Jingdezhen's porcelain, which relied on the imperial kiln factory, had a great reputation. It was always a good product that the rich and powerful families sought after, and it should not be underestimated by any of them.

It's just that the last time the Manufacturing Office selected porcelain was during the late emperor's time. At that time, the Li Zixiu family came to represent Jingdezhen. Now that things have changed, they may not have figured out the details of the Song family.

Song Jiyun said: "Don't worry about the Deng family for now. Let's clean up the yard quickly and open the kiln when I come back from the manufacturing office."

The climate and temperature are very different between the north and the south, and they need to make technical adjustments.

"Master He," she told He Dazhi, "please take your brothers to patrol the yard more often these days. If you find something is wrong, report it to the official. Whatever happens will happen. Don't let the Deng family fight with us. The Ji family picked up the leak."

"Yes!" He Dazhi clasped his fists respectfully, said a few words to Song Jiyun, and then hurried back to the two alleys of Xiejie, leaving Zheng Quan and Song Jiyun to continue discussing their trip to the capital.

Wang Hua came in with a small plate of bayberry.

The top one is as big as a lychee and extremely red. Even in the previous life, such good-looking bayberries were rarely seen.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but look outside and said, "Is it the season to eat bayberry?"

Wang Hua chuckled and said: "It's the fruit from the Zhangji Orchard over at Dashilar. It's frozen with ice. A boatload of red bayberry leaves. When we arrived in the capital, there were less than ten baskets left. From the ten baskets, we picked out something as big as this." You can only pick out two baskets of good fruit at most."

This fruit is worth its weight in gold.

And Wang Hua would never have imagined that he would go out and buy the Yangmei CD and come back.

Song Jiyun tasted one.

It's sour and sweet, no worse than the one shipped by air in the previous life.

With the current labor costs, it can be said to be extremely extravagant.

She grabbed a few and gave them to Zheng Quan: "You should try them too."

Wang Hua's face showed an expression of heartache and reluctance.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but laugh. He pointed to the plate of bayberry and said to Wang Hua intentionally: "It's rare to eat such delicious bayberry. Take it and let everyone try it."

Wang Hua was young after all, so he couldn't help breaking his defense.

"No need." He said hurriedly, "These bayberries cost ten taels of silver per catty. The young master managed to snatch two catties and asked Shao Qing to bring them to you to relieve the heat..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he realized that something was revealed and he pursed his lips with a look of regret on his face.

Song Jiyun snorted a few times and said, "If you dare to carry things home again behind my back, be careful I hand you over to your young master."

"I don't dare anymore!" Wang Hua admitted his mistake repeatedly and muttered in a low voice, "Our young master asked me to serve beside the eldest lady. From now on, I will be the eldest lady's person. I will definitely listen to the eldest lady in everything."

Song Jiyun was just borrowing others, and he didn't really regard Wang Hua as his follower.

She handed the dish of bayberry to the hairpin and said, "Take it and keep it on ice to eat at night."

The hairpin retreated in response.

Wang Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jiyun continued to talk to Zheng Quan.

Wang Hua quietly arranged the potted plants, changed the fruit bowls, hung up the sachets, and also instructed the maid and mother-in-law to prune the flowers and trees in the yard.

She suddenly said to Zheng Quan: "Go and check, who owns the house we rent?"

Zheng Quan was interrupted while he was talking. After a while, he came back to his senses and responded respectfully.

The next day, he came to tell Song Jiyun that the courtyard was under the name of Yuan Yunzhong.

She knew it.

Song Jiyun hummed in his heart, pretending not to know, got up at dawn the next day, dressed up, had breakfast, and arrived at the manufacturing office a quarter of an hour early.

There is already someone waiting at the concierge of the manufacturing office.

The man's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he said, "Is she Miss Song from Jingdezhen?"

"I am!" Song Jiyun replied, looking at the man carefully.

He was twenty-one or twenty-years-old, wearing an azure-colored lake silk robe. He had a tall and straight figure, fair skin, and gentle eyebrows, giving him the look of a scholar.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but said: "Who are you?"