Enter the Room

How about it?

not so good!

But Song Jiyun looked at his mother's earnest eyes, she couldn't just hit him with a few abrupt words like this, could she?

"Mother's vision must be right!" She twitched her lips and said, "However, it's too early to say this now, let's take a look first. Lu Yao knows horsepower, and he can see people's hearts over time."

"Yeah!" Mrs. Qian nodded with a satisfied smile, and talked about her plan with Song Jiyun, "Young Master Yuan is still so young, I wonder if I should find someone to sit in the library and let Young Master Yuan go to study for a few years. No need If he can take the imperial examination, it would be good if he can meet some scholars. It was because your father sponsored a few scholars back then that he got into the Huai Palace and Ning Palace."

Her mother is planning to pay for the packaging of Yuan Yunzhong!

Song Jiyun didn't want to hear it, but he still wanted to respond to her mother: "These things are not in a hurry. Let's talk about it after Dad's seven days."

There are some things that can be messed up if you procrastinate.

She also took the opportunity to change the subject, and talked about her father's Erqi with Qian: "Ask Mr. Yinyang, and he said that it is a very honorable thing to invite monks and Taoists to do rituals at home. Set up an altar at home, and they can worship if they want to, and forget it if they don’t want to.”

When Qian heard this, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Song Jiyun didn't want to make his mother sad. She hugged Qian's shoulder with a sigh and said, "Don't worry, I will keep these in mind. If you treat us well, we will repay you when we find an opportunity. If you treat us badly, please forgive me." If you come in front of us, let's just ignore it."

As a result, Qian's topic turned to Yuan Yunzhong again: "I think he has a cold face and a warm heart. I didn't go to your father's mourning hall in the past, probably because I felt that my background was humble and it was inconvenient to do things. This time, you should show him something. He said that our family is grateful for his righteous words. With his temperament, your father Xiaoji, he will definitely help to greet the guests. With him, others will not have too much gossip. "

Song Jiyun felt that she would not even try to escape the name Yuan Yunzhong today.

"I see!" She responded perfunctorily, but when she returned, she couldn't help but go to Yin Yu Tang.

The six sons were going to report, but she stopped them.

She walked lightly into the hall.

When he got out of the screen wall, he saw Yuan Yunzhong changed into a moon white muslin robe and lying on the drunkard's chair reading a book, and several newly bought servants were learning to write on a sand table one by one on the steps of the yard.

The six sons hurriedly gestured to her: the young master said that his people must be literate!

Quite a bit like the children of aristocratic families.

Song Jiyun stood quietly under the camphor tree for a while, and left without disturbing Yuan Yunzhong.

*

In Zeng's house, several people were also talking about Song Youliang's Er Qi.

"We won't go at that time, let's see who will give their family the officiant!" Li Shi said angrily, still grieving about the one who was gagged by Song Jiyun and thrown in front of Zeng Shi that day, "Our Tiancong and Tianhui are It is impossible to recognize this uncle."

"Nonsense." Song Sanliang thought further. He sat on the head of Zeng's bed, helped his mother who was lying on the bed to adjust the pillow, and said in a low voice, "Mother, have you heard? The second room is here today. The big shopkeepers in the shop and the master craftsmen of the kiln came to eat. I tried to find an excuse several times to go and have a look, but I was stopped. Tell me, is that damn girl filming the idea of ​​the shop and the kiln? !"

Zeng's temples were still covered with plaster, his face was sallow and sallow, and he said sickly: "This is something she can do with her own ideas? Instead of staring at her, you might as well stare at Song Jiu, they are the ones who eat people and don't vomit." Lord of bones."

She was pretending to be sick before. But after Song Jiyun threw a pot at Song Youliang, he blocked the passage between her side and the third room. If the first room and the third room wanted to come and say hello to her, they had to go through the back door, and she really fell ill with anger. up.

Song Sanliang tucked the corner of the quilt for his mother again, and said, "Mother, look, do we want to get in touch with shopkeepers and masters of shops and kilns?"

As soon as Song Youliang died, he had already started looking for these people in private, but he still needed Mrs. Zeng to be the vanguard, and he had to keep some things from Mrs. Zeng.

Zeng closed her eyes.

She is not that completely ignorant woman and child.

Old Mrs. Song died early. As a widow, she raised three sons, so she was not completely without means and strategies.

She half-closed her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about the shops and kilns for the time being. They all signed long-term contracts, and some of them are dead contracts. They have to listen to whoever becomes the owner, and they can't make porcelain. Come on, they can't survive! But at the Royal Kiln Factory, you have to find a way to talk to each other."

Song Sanliang knew about it early in the morning, he looked embarrassed, and said: "The pottery supervisor at the Imperial Kiln Factory is Mr. Wan. I heard that he is the grand-nephew of Concubine Wan Gui. This man is a bit big."

Mrs. Zeng opened her eyes, looked at Song Sanliang in silence for a while, and told Madam Zeng: "Bring the "Arhat Picture" in the warehouse to the third master."

Grandma Zeng went away in response.

Song Sanliang couldn't hide his joy.

This painting was bought back by Song Youliang for 20,000 taels of silver.

He hurriedly said: "Mother, I will definitely do a good job in the future, and I will definitely do better than the second brother."

Zeng nodded in relief.

*

On Song Daliang's side, Mrs. Wang is trying to persuade him.

"You don't plan for yourself, you have to plan for Tianbao!" Sitting on the embroidered pier, she watched the servant girl helping Song Daliang dress, while nagging, "Why should we have a fight with the second room. There is no son in their family, and the third uncle has a small belly, so he will definitely not bring Tiancong and Tianhui to worship the second uncle, but if you bring Tianbao, won't our two families come together again?"

Song Daliang invited friends to drink flowers and wine, his heart was already flying, he straightened the jade belt on his waist, and said: "What do you know, you woman? If the third family doesn't go, we won't go either, the second room should come in a hurry Please. I know what's on my mind, don't worry about it."

Wang wished to smash Song Daliang's head open, and said: "Didn't you say that the second room must ask us to help them throw the basin? In the end, they didn't throw the basin by themselves."

Song Daliang gave Wang a "bah", got up and lifted the curtain and went out the door.

Wang chased to the door.

But he saw his youngest daughter, Song Tao, suddenly came out from behind the screen wall, and bumped into Song Daliang.

Mrs. Wang was startled, for fear that Song Tao would disturb Song Daliang's interest, and Song Daliang would beat her up again.

She rushed over in a hurry, but saw Song Tao's chin raised slightly, looked at Song Daliang coldly and said, "Father, do you know that the second room has invited the big manager of the shop and the master craftsman of the kiln to a banquet today?"

Song Daliang waved his hand disapprovingly, trying to push his daughter who was blocking the way aside, and said: "Women are like me, if you want to take care of men's affairs, just dream!"

I don't know if it's Song Tao or Erfang.

Song Tao looked at his father, smiled disdainfully, and said, "Then do you know that grandma gave third uncle a famous painting from the former dynasty that second uncle asked her to honor her, and asked him to take care of Eunuch Wan?"

"What?!" Song Daliang was furious.

Wang hurriedly stepped forward and pulled La Songtao, signaling her not to worry about these matters.

Song Tao turned a blind eye and continued to ask: "Then do you know that only the second uncle knows the secret recipe of the Song family's white porcelain?"

"What did you say?!"

Now not only Song Daliang, but also Wang Shi was dumbfounded.

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