Enter the Room

Coming out of Wang's house, Song Jiyun's upper and lower eyelids fought and fell asleep in the sedan chair.

When she got home, she saw Yuan Yunzhong standing in front of the shelf in her study, holding an Arhat cup and looking at it.

Seeing her coming back, he raised his eyelids and gave her a faint look.

She was so frightened that she thought that she had misjudged her vision and gone to the wrong place, so she hurriedly turned her head and looked outside, seeing a scene she was familiar with, and then she was sure where she was.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but widen his eyes, and said, "Why is Mr. Yuan here? But what's important?"

Yuan Yunzhong didn't say anything, but looked at her quietly.

Although she looked tired, her eyes were clear and her expression was calm. It can be seen that the words of the members of the Song family in the morning did not leave any traces in her heart.

He put the Arhat Cup back to its original place, said "nothing", then took his leave and left the study.

Song Jiyun stood there, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Then what is he doing here?

Just to see the porcelain she collected?

She was at a loss, she was so sleepy that she could fall asleep standing up, she felt that if she didn't understand, then don't think about it for now, if something really happened, Yuan Yunzhong would naturally come to her again.

Song Jiyun fell asleep on the bed.

She fell asleep until the next morning.

Mrs. Qian brought two ginseng over, asked Madam Zheng to urge Song Jiyun to make tea, and told Madam Zheng: "She doesn't like the smell of ginseng, you have to keep an eye on her for me. They've all lost weight."

Mother Zheng also felt sorry for Song Jiyun, and said, "Miss, how can I rest? In previous years, I could go to the farm for a few days."

Song Jiyun's heart moved when he heard it.

If Wang Dahai's matter is not completely resolved, the family will not calm down for a day. Qian's anger is like that, it is better to avoid it.

She encouraged her mother to take her two younger sisters to live in Baoen Temple for a few days: "Make a dojo for my father and pray for our sisters."

Qian didn't want to leave her eldest daughter alone at home to defend against those wolves and tigers.

Song Jiyun had no choice but to wink at Madam Zheng.

Madam Zheng persuaded Qian for a long time, and finally got her to agree.

Song Jiyun was afraid of long nights and dreams, so he sent Qian and his two younger sisters out after lunch.

As a result, as soon as the Qian family's carriage drove out of the street, before the door of the Song family could be closed, Grandpa Song Jiu, Song Daliang and Song Sanliang led a group of people towards their house with a huff.

Song Sanliang was still yelling: "Song Jiyun, come out! The white porcelain kiln that Songjia Kiln opened in the morning didn't even have a single finished product! If it weren't for you, a wicked person, how could such a thing happen to Songjia Kiln Factory? "

Manager Wu was startled, and hurriedly said, "Miss, what should I do?"

Song Jiyun hesitated for a moment, Song Sanliang and others had already rushed over, surrounded Song Jiyun and Wu Guanshi.

It was only then that she realized that most of the people who came with Song Sanliang were masters who could be independent in the kiln factory, and a small number were just spectators.

Song Jiyun's face sank slightly, and he questioned Song Sanliang and the others: "What are you going to do?"

The people in the kiln looked at her angrily, but didn't speak.

Song Sanliang stood up and said sharply: "Song Jiyun, from now on, you are never allowed to meddle in the kiln's affairs!"

Seeing that more and more people were standing outside the door, Song Daliang hurriedly told the story of the failure of the Songjia Kiln Factory to produce finished sacrificial white porcelain when it opened the kiln today.

There was a lot of discussion.

Song Jiyun laughed angrily, "I didn't go to the kiln at all, you can't make a kiln, and it's all my fault!"

Her words made many people in the kiln feel uneasy.

Song Sanliang even said: "Do you think we are wronging you? The kiln is still that kiln, the people who burn porcelain are still those people, the only variable is you. How dare you say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"If you want to commit a crime, there is no excuse!" Song Jiyun resolutely refused to admit it, "Where is the evidence?! You said that I was involved in the kiln factory, so you can't just touch it with your mouth? Don't you need right and wrong in this world? Evidence, you just need to open your mouth? Then I said that you got involved in the kiln factory? Didn’t you also meddle in the kiln factory’s affairs?”

"Can you do the same?" Grandpa Song Jiu immediately assisted Song Sanliang, "Pangu opened the world, and men are for work, and women are for kun. It is only natural for men to manage affairs, and it is right and wrong for women to manage affairs. The kiln failed to make sacrifices this time." When Baici comes, it is God who is warning us!"

Song Jiyun replied unceremoniously: "Could it be that the Songjia Kiln Factory has never fired an empty kiln?"

of course not.

It's just that this kind of situation has not happened in Songjia Kiln Factory for many years.

Someone in the kiln showed hesitation.

Song Sanliang came prepared.

Today, no matter what, he wants to use Song Jiyun's notoriety to win over these people in the kiln.

He said: "You want evidence, right? That's good! Let me ask you. The kiln opened this morning, but no finished product was fired. Is this true?"

"What does this have to do with the evidence you mentioned?" Song Jiyun asked alertly.

"Are you just saying it's true?"

Song Jiyun didn't speak.

"Is it true that Wang Dahai disappeared?"

Song Jiyun looked at him fixedly.

Song Sanliang continued to ask: "Is it true that the delivery slip from the warehouse is lost, and the cup of Yushao is missing?"

Song Jiyun glared at him.

"You still say that these have nothing to do with you!" Song Sanliang said loudly: "Didn't it all start when Wang Dahai went to your family's banquet?"

The crowd of onlookers immediately exploded.

Song Jiyun's face was ugly.

"It's nonsense!" She refused to admit it, and said angrily, "According to what you said, the disappearance of Wang Dahai must also be related to you-you live next door to our house, maybe Wang Dahai was dismissed by you when he left the banquet." I took the opportunity to take him to my house and imprison him. Didn’t he disappear after he left my house?”

Everyone was dumbfounded, and then the discussion became even more chaotic.

It's not that anyone believes it, but that Song Jiyun's words are too outrageous.

Song Sanliang couldn't help being secretly proud, thinking that Song Jiyun had messed up his position.

"Blood!" he said, "I have no enmity with Wang Dahai, what did I do to kidnap Wang Dahai?"

"In order to occupy our family's kiln!" Song Jiyun sneered, "Wang Dahai is missing, and the porcelain for Prince Ning's Mansion is unclear. No matter who wants to take charge of the kiln, he has to find Wang Dahai. You are curious about the goods. It can make other people suffer, and it can also pour dirty water on me, making everyone think that I am a girl and can't take care of the kiln factory."

Everyone was stunned.

Especially Grandpa Song Jiu and Song Daliang looked at Song Sanliang with a bit of scrutiny.

Song Sanliang was so angry that he hopped his feet. He still can't break up with Song Jiu and Song Daliang.

"Damn girl, talk nonsense!" He said, "I'm also looking for Wang Dahai!"

Song Jiyun said: "Otherwise, how could Wang Dahai's worth rise so fast and so high? A thief shouting for a thief, of course he doesn't want the thief to be caught!"

When Song Sanliang heard this, he immediately thought about it, and his eyes rolled quickly.

"You said that I took Wang Dahai captive to my house, so I'll open the door for you to search." He pointed at Song Jiyun and said, "If you can find him, I will never interfere with your family affairs. If you search If no one comes, you will get out of the kiln!"

When it comes to quarreling, I'm not very good at writing.

This is still a draft...