Enter the Room

Song Jiyun and Hong Xi both looked out the door.

There were seven or eight carriages parked outside the door, and a dozen boys carrying sacks on their shoulders were unloading the sacks on the carriages.

Wang Hua said excitedly: "Miss, our young master found a way to get you white mud and Qitu from the Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division."

Song Jiyun looked at Yuan Yunzhong in shock.

Yuan Yunzhong said calmly: "Your matter must be caused by King Ning. He collected the white mud and Qitu and it was of no use. I asked someone to find out. It was people from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division who helped him do it. This is my job. I asked Wang Hua to go to the Five Cities Military and Horse Department with my name card and buy back all the white mud Qitu that King Ning asked them to search for."

"Ah!" Song Jiyun exclaimed.

This can be said to be a drain on the bottom of the cauldron. Xiao He will succeed and Xiao He will fail. It slaps Prince Ning hard in the face.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" she said to Yuan Yunzhong with a smile.

Yuan Yunzhong didn't move his eyes or eyebrows. He still looked indifferent and said: "One family does not talk about two families. This is what I should do."

Song Jiyun felt that what he said made sense.

She nodded with a smile and looked at the white clay soil brought over by Hong Xi and Yuan Yunzhong. She felt that not only opening the kiln once, but a hundred or a thousand times would be enough. She couldn't help but joke to herself: "I can open another kiln to bake Dehua porcelain."

"It's not a bad idea." Yuan Yunzhong looked at her gently, "It is said that there is Liling porcelain in Hunan. If we have a chance, we can also go and have a look."

Song Jiuyun smiled and nodded again.

Yuan Yunzhong's eyes fell on Hong Xi: "Mr. Hong, no matter what, I still want to thank you for helping Boss Song at the critical moment."

He discussed with Song Jiuyun: "I think we should have a meal together on the tenth day after your shop opens! You should be pretty busy by then, and we can just celebrate the opening of your shop."

Song Jiyun couldn't help but laugh: "Are you so confident that my shop will be a big hit?"

Yuan Yunzhong smiled and said: "With Mr. Hong's help, you will definitely be able to do it."

"That's true." Song Jiyun also had great confidence in Hong Xi.

However, Hong Xi only felt as if his heart was wrapped in fish gall, bitter and astringent.

Who told him to be plotted by his grandfather and become a pawn? Even if he had the intention to compete with Yuan Yunzhong, he had lost the best opportunity. Sometimes people's life is like this. Once it is lost, it can never be found again.

He put aside the bit of beauty hidden in his heart, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "Okay! When the time comes, Boss Song will work hard in Liulichang, and I will work hard in the shop, we will definitely set off the porcelain industry in the capital. Big wave, reshuffle.”

He looked so heroic and extraordinarily free and easy.

Song Jiyun smiled.

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Firing porcelain is a very boring thing.

The embryo is thrown into the furnace and burned. The kiln entrance is closed and it will take several days to burn. There is nothing else to do except add firewood.

Who has the time and interest to just watch others add fuel to the fire for a few days?

Song Jiyun made such a grand self-certification because she wanted to make a name for Jingdezhen Porcelain, the Songjia Porcelain Factory, and her soon-to-be-opened "Yin Yu Tang" porcelain. If you attract the attention of all the people in the city here, but fail to retain them in the end, wouldn't it be half the result with half the effort.

Because the newly built kiln still needs to be dried in the shade for two days to prevent cracks from sudden heat exposure, she consulted with the three departments and asked the people from the Changjiang Gang to go to Liulichang two days in advance.

Some people who heard about this incident didn't believe it. They passed by and found that people were starting to build kilns at the gate of Liulichang. This was an indirect admission that the Third Division was going to try the defendants who were the owners of the Songjia kiln factory here. Moreover, both the defendant and the plaintiff were women, so the discussion became louder and more people wanted to watch the excitement.

On the day of the interrogation, Song Jiyun rushed over early in the morning, and people began to squeeze in from the Zhengyang Gate. The crowds were so crowded that even the carriages and sedan chairs could not move.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he listened to Yuan Yunzhong's suggestion and traveled in a sedan chair last night.

Zheng Quan finally protected her to Liulichang. The glass factory had been surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and it was completely blocked.

If it weren't for the support of Shuntian Mansion and the Wucheng Army and Horses Division, she, the defendant, wouldn't have been able to get in.

Fortunately, the people watching the excitement were all stopped outside the glass factory. Entering the lobby of the glass factory, there were only the government offices, defendants, plaintiffs, and lawyers.

This is the first time Song Jiuyun has seen Song Tao since his last visit to the Wind Temple.

She wore a pink brocade trousers with folded branches, and her black hair was loosely tied into a pony bun with a golden bow. In her ears were lotus seed earrings with pearls the size of rice. The pearls were surrounded by emerald green, and they were magnificent. It's just that he was very thin, with sallow skin, sunken eye sockets, and a haggard look. He stood there blankly, as if he had a serious illness. Compared with Song Tao in Song Jiuyun's impression, he seemed to be ten years older.

Song Jiuyun frowned slightly.

Song Tao's eyes were already looking over.

It was like oil was poured on the ashes with only a few sparks left, and the sparks were lit with a "bang".

A burning light suddenly burst out from her eyes, her cheekbones were reddish, and she murmured "Song Jiyun" through gritted teeth.

It was a bit far away, so Song Jiyun didn't hear him.

Following the advice of the image management consulting team in her previous life, she wore a beautiful blue Hangzhou silk jacket with dark plum orchid and bamboo patterns on such a major occasion. The white lining of the collar and the simple pearl jewelry on the ears set off her original beauty. Her face is exceptionally graceful, dignified and steady, and one can clearly feel her solemnity and prudence.

"My lords," she saluted respectfully, her skirt not moving, "Mr. Song, a daughter of the common people."

Several of the presiding adults nodded slightly and had a very friendly impression of her.

As for those watching the excitement outside, they were even talking about it.

"When the defendant didn't show up, I thought that the plaintiff Chu Chuwen must have been greatly wronged. But when the defendant came, he immediately stood out! Although the defendant is also good-looking, he looks just like the old man. A person who does things honestly. On the contrary, he is the plaintiff. Why does he feel so ostentatious? He doesn’t look like he’s here to litigate, but like he’s here to go shopping!”

"No. If you don't say it, I haven't felt it yet. But when you say that, the more I look at it, the more it looks like it."

"Perhaps the woman is petty. Seeing that the defendant inherited the family business and made money, she felt unbalanced, so she filed the complaint."

"I heard that the plaintiff is also the defendant's cousin. It's really possible that this is the case."

Various voices came intermittently, and Song Tao's face turned pale.

Prince Ning, who was sitting nearby and watching the trial, glared at Song Tao hatefully, with obvious disgust and disdain flashing in his eyes.

Song Jiuyun didn't pay attention to these.

She was sizing up the jurors.

In addition to the officials and petty officials of the Third Division, Ambassador Chen, Ambassador Liu, Director Wang from the Manufacturing Office, and even Wan Xiaoquan, the pottery supervisor of the Royal Kiln Factory, all came.

The Minister of Justice, one of the presiding judges, coughed slightly when he saw it, slapped the gavel tree hard, and said loudly: "Quiet! Song, a female citizen of Jingdezhen, Jiangxi, told her cousin, Song, the owner of the Song Kiln Factory in Jingdezhen, that The case of the boss using filthy materials to make sacrificial porcelain for tribute is now open for trial."