Enter the Room

Less than an hour after Song Jiyun returned to Song's house, he went out again.

She took Zheng Quan to Wang Dahai's house.

Zheng Quan could not help persuading her: "You should rest for a while, you didn't sleep last night."

"Time doesn't wait for me." Song Jiyun shook his head and said, "I'm either busy with my father's sacrifice to the seventh day or the kiln factory, but since the source of everything is Wang Dahai, I should go to his house to have a look It is."

Zheng Quan couldn't persuade her, so he had to escort her to Wang's house in the north of the city.

Because it is relatively close to the kiln factories outside the city, many big shopkeepers and master craftsmen of the kiln factories have made their homes here.

It was Wang Dahai's youngest son who came to answer their door.

On such a hot day, he was dressed neatly, as if he was about to go out.

Seeing Song Jiyun and Zheng Quan, he was shocked, turned his head and shouted "Mother" into the room at the top of his voice, saying, "Miss and Guanshi Zheng are here."

Mrs. Wang came out hastily.

She was also very neatly dressed, with a bean-green summer cloth beanie, and two maroon silk flowers were inserted beside her round bun.

Song Jiyun's heart moved, and his eyes paused for a few breaths on the two silk flowers.

Her husband's life or death is uncertain, and Mrs. Wang is still in the mood to dress herself up?

She quietly followed Mrs. Wang to the hall to serve tea.

There are large and small bags piled up in the hall.

Mrs. Wang explained: "There is no news from Haita's father until now. I thought about it, and took the child to the Unnamed Temple to worship, eat a few days of fasting, and pray to the Bodhisattva to bless me so that I can find Haita's father as soon as possible!"

As she spoke, she took out her handkerchief, wiped her eyes and began to cry.

Song Jiyun had to comfort her a few words.

It's just that her tears fell a little strangely.

She stopped crying, but the tears couldn't stop flowing, and her eyes immediately became red and swollen, as if she had been stimulated by something.

Song Jiyun looked at the Wang family.

Except for the study, the other doors are either closed or open.

She said, "I want to go to the study."

Mrs. Wang hurriedly said: "There is nothing there, the people in the yamen have checked it several times, and even took away a piece of paper."

Song Jiyun got up and went to the study, saying: "Maybe there is something missing. Don't be afraid of everything, just in case!"

Mrs. Wang reluctantly accompanied Song Jiyun into the study.

There is only one study room. Against the wall is the Duobaoge grid for storing books or rewards. There is a big book case in the middle, and behind the book case is an Arhat couch.

As Mrs. Wang said, the study is clean, except for furniture, there is nothing left.

She looked around, but she couldn't find even a piece of paper.

Mrs. Wang said: "Don't say it's you, even I want to find some clues, and almost searched all over this study."

Only then did Song Jiyun realize that there was a picture of peonies hanging on the wall behind her.

She didn't give up, not only continued to look around, but also opened the window to look.

Mrs. Wang said: "The back is where the servants live. What happened at home, the arresters in the yamen quickly took them back for questioning, and they haven't released them yet."

The window was a little far from where Mrs. Wang was standing, but she would rather stand there and talk to her loudly than walk with her.

Shouldn't normal people accompany guests wherever they go?

Song Jiyun walked to the Peony Picture.

Mrs. Wang still didn't move, but her smile seemed a little tense, and she said, "What are you looking for, miss?"

Song Jiyun said: "I think this peony painting is pretty good, who painted it? I want to see the signature."

Mrs. Wang's smile became stiff, and she said: "It was painted by Mr. Han from the Royal Kiln Factory. He is good at drawing figures and peonies. You also know that his father often goes to entertain Mr. Wan for his master. After coming and going, he and the people from the Imperial Kiln Factory are also familiar."

She talks a lot.

Song Jiyun was about to touch her shoulders, but she still stood there without moving.

"Really?" Song Jiyun smiled faintly, leaning on the desk, "That's quite difficult."

"Zheng Quan," she said, "take down this painting and let me take a closer look."

"Miss!" Mrs. Wang's face paled suddenly, and she refused, "This painting is very precious. Mr. Han doesn't easily paint for others. My father begged Mr. Han for several years. I'm afraid that something might go wrong. It was purposely hung here."

Zheng Quan didn't care what she said, he reached out to get the painting.

"No!" Mrs. Wang wanted to stop, but she could only watch Zheng Quan take down the painting.

Behind the painting is a snow-white wall.

Song Jiyun heard Mrs. Wang let out a long sigh of relief.

She smiled slightly.

Not even a trace of old paintings.

Mrs. Wang's breath was a little early.

Song Jiyun sat on the teacher's chair behind the desk, and the painting of peonies was spread out on the desk.

She re-examined the study.

Apart from this peony picture in the study, there is only a hanging screen next to the desk.

The lower right corner of the hanging screen with black lacquer frame seems to be more moist than other places.

Song Jiyun stood up and looked carefully.

The hanging screen is not often cleaned, and the moist place is only because people often touch it.

Song Jiyun smiled sweetly at Mrs. Wang, then suddenly pinched the corner of the hanging screen and shook it vigorously left and right.

There was only a "bang" sound in the room, and the white wall with the paintings on the opposite side began to crack on both sides, revealing the door of a secret room.

"No!" Mrs. Wang yelled sadly, "Well, that's where our family keeps porcelain."

Without Song Jiyun's instructions, Zheng Quan had already bent over and walked in, and immediately pushed out Wang Dahai, who had been overwhelming Liang County for the past two days.

Wang Dahai's face was pale, with shock and fear remaining in his expression.

Mrs. Wang threw herself directly at Song Jiyun's feet: "Miss, please, he didn't intend to hide. He is also for the kiln factory, for you!"

"Really?" Song Jiyun looked at Wang Dahai with a half-smile, "Does Shopkeeper Wang think so too?"

Wang Dahai was shocked, as if he just came back to his senses, he hurriedly said: "Yes, Miss, I think so too."

His mind turned quickly: "I, I know that the master wanted the young lady to take charge of the kiln when he was alive. But the master passed away suddenly, and the third master came to me all day long and asked me to help him. Although I miss the master I don’t want to do this kind of thing, but the third master is the eldest daughter’s third uncle after all, and I’m also afraid that ‘the gods will fight, and the little ghost will suffer’! I have no choice but to make a bad move and warn the eldest lady!”

He also called Mrs. Wang: "Quick, go and get the delivery slip I gave you that day!"

"If I do this, I can also help the young miss to find out all the sloppy things in the kiln." He said, as if he was some kind of hero who endured humiliation, full of grievances, and his eyes were red, "That Song Li, isn't it? Have you colluded with the Ninth Master?"

Song Jiyun smiled, as if he thought what he said made sense, and said, "Who has the water tank cup?"

Wang Dahai paused, and immediately said: "It's also in my hands, but I hid it in another place..."

Song Jiyun was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, knocked lightly on the desk, interrupted his words, and said: "My uncle and the others, the reward offered is a bit high? I don't know how many people have stepped on the spot these days? You guys I'm going to go to Wuming Temple to offer incense, and Wuming Temple is in the suburbs, so it's easy to find a place to hide for ten and a half months, right?"

Wang Dahai's expression became less natural: "Miss, see what you said..."

"That Wang's glaze shop has made a lot of money for you in the past few years, right? Who else knows about this?" Song Jiyun ignored him and continued, "Tell me, if I report to the government, What would happen if you spit out everything you ate? I heard that money was stuffed into the government, and if you don’t return the debt, you can let the other party buy yourself. You, a big family, don’t know how much you can sell it for? "

"Miss!" Wang Dahai knelt down in front of Song Jiyun, sweating coldly.

Song Jiyun didn't even raise his eyelids: "You don't think that after the Songjiayao factory is won by someone, you run out and talk about your disappearance, and you will be fine?"

"No, it's not." Wang Dahai, who was caught in her mind by her words, said with an earthy face and still not giving up, "I really want to help the eldest lady, otherwise why should I disappear in advance, I can wait until the porcelain from Prince Ning's mansion is dispatched. Missing for a day."

"That only shows that you are not stupid enough!" Song Jiyun said, winking at Zheng Quan.

Zheng Quan lifted his foot and stomped him to the ground.

Wang Dahai screamed.

Song Jiyun stood up, looked down at him with sharp eyes like a knife, and said sharply: "Where is the blue and white dragon-pattern seawater tank cup?"

Zheng Quan crushed his toes.

Wang Dahai was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, and hurriedly said, "At my wife's place! At my wife's place!"

Song Jiyun sneered, sat back on the desk again, and said slowly: "Then we can start chattering!"

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