Enter the Room

When the doctor came, Mrs. Zeng and Mrs. Li surrounded Song Sanliang and went to the inner room.

Grandpa Song Jiu was there pretending to sigh: "As soon as this person gets old, he has to admit defeat - I thought I was helping others for fun, but who knew that I was helping others! I'm just sorry for the big girl from a good family!"

His words were sincere, and everyone laughed.

Song Jiyun was not ready to forgive him, he followed everyone's laughter and didn't answer.

Grandpa Song Jiu didn't take it seriously, stroked his beard, and said to Song Jiyun solemnly: "Since the eldest girl is the head of the kiln factory, the most urgent thing now is how to solve the matter of offering sacrifices to white porcelain. What are you going to do about this matter?"

Everyone held their breath, and all looked at Song Jiyun with burning eyes.

They were just filled with righteous indignation, but they didn't think about what would happen if Song Jiyun took over the kiln factory?

Some even showed remorse.

Song Jiyun smiled and said, "I'm going to visit the kiln factory early tomorrow morning. First find out the cause of the accident this morning, and then I will burn a kiln with everyone."

But does it work?

She never worked in a kiln?

Everyone looked at her immature face and didn't know what to say for a while.

Someone muttered: "Isn't it possible today? We're going to ship in a month!"

Before Song Jiyun could speak, Song Daliang said in a strange manner: "My niece, this kiln factory is not a backyard. Whoever speaks neatly is justified. It depends on the truth. I advise you to do what you can."

Anyway, this sacrificial white porcelain cannot be fired, and the Songjia kiln factory is also finished.

He has nothing to be afraid of.

"Before the Song Family Kiln Factory, the most famous kiln factory was the Wang Family Kiln Factory." He said, "Didn't their family die because they failed to burn a pair of large dragon pattern vats within the stipulated time? Mad mad, exile exile?

"The Wang family is so big, it can be said that it will be broken up, and it will be broken if it is said to be broken!"

On June Day, everyone shuddered.

Everyone over the age of 30 here has seen it with their own eyes, and everyone under the age of 30 has heard of it.

Someone immediately echoed: "Miss, if you can find Wang Dahai, you will definitely be able to figure out what is going on in today's kiln. You have to be the master for us!"

His words were like a stone hitting a thousand waves.

There are also those who are afraid: "Yes! Miss! You are the person in charge of our kiln, please save us."

"Miss, the matter of firing porcelain is too mysterious. Think about it, if you promote one of the big shopkeepers or master chefs to be the chief steward, you can come to him for any problems in the kiln. If he can't solve it , See you again."

And give her advice: "Miss, you have never fired a kiln after all, what if the kiln is still empty?"

"Do you want to invite the masters from Baoen Temple to help with the ceremony? I heard that they are very effective."

Everyone chattered and surrounded Song Jiyun.

Grandpa Song Jiu and Song Daliang looked at it, and curled their lips in disdain.

If firing porcelain is so simple, how can someone burn a lifetime of porcelain without firing it?

If you can't make sacrificial white porcelain, the Songjia kiln factory will be finished. Sometimes you, Song Jiyun, cry bitterly and regret endlessly.

*

What happened in Song Sanliang's mansion reached Yuan Yunzhong's ears in less than a cup of tea.

"That old godly woman, you are so shameless!" Shao Qing stood in front of his desk and said, "Song San vomited blood, and the doctor said it was nothing serious, but she cried and said that Song San couldn't move and didn't say a word. Let’s talk about returning home.”

Yuan Yunzhong ignored him, and added a little garcinia cambogia to the blue and white, and slowly blended it into a grass green. When the pen fell on the yellowish rice, it soon became banana leaves.

When Shao Qing saw it, he spoke more cheerfully, and there was undisguised gloating in his voice: "Fortunately, that Wang Dahai was clever, and immediately asked the people from the kiln factory to report to the official for him.

"The old godly woman failed at one plan, so she resorted to another plan. She said that Song San's current house is too big, and he can't sell it for a while, and he will leave after selling the house.

"Who is Miss Song? Can she be deceived by her little scheme? She said that relatives should help each other, and she bought Song San's house.

"The old godly woman also said that the ancestral house in the country cannot be lived in for a while.

"Miss Song compliments the old godmother for being smart and capable. She has traveled more bridges than she has traveled. Let the old godmother accompany Song San back to her hometown and take care of Song San."

He laughed loudly when he said this: "Unfortunately, you were not at the scene, so you didn't see how ugly the old godmother's face was. I also asked Miss Song, did you want to take this opportunity to drive her to the countryside as well?"

"Miss Song is also very funny, she actually blinked her eyes and said to the old godly woman, you still have sharp eyes, and nothing can escape your eyes.

"The old godmother was so angry that she pointed at Miss Song and said she was not filial. Miss Song asked everyone innocently, saying why it is so difficult to flatter the elders now, and she should not interfere with Song San and Wang Dahai's affairs.

"Those people despise the old godly woman for being meddlesome.

"The old godmother's face is turning blue. In the end, I had to grit my teeth and invite Miss Song back, and let Miss Song continue to take charge."

He was still there sighing: "Miss Song is really powerful! Soldiers will block you, water will cover you with earth, no tricks are really useless in front of her."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Yuan Yunzhong said slowly without raising his head.

He dipped the blue and white with a thin liner pen to outline the veins of the banana leaf.

Shao Qing suddenly got stuck.

Seeing that Yuan Yunzhong did not clearly express his objection that day, he asked Jiangxi to send some experts over according to the order of the inspectorate. They were going to help Miss Song, but when they arrived, Miss Song also found Wang Dahai.

He didn't dare to tell Yuan Yunzhong, and he couldn't send them back immediately, so he simply asked them to see what Miss Song was doing, and then reported it to him.

He didn't expect Yuan Yunzhong to know.

Shao Qing immediately stood up, not daring to say a word.

Yuan Yunzhong stood up and looked at the painting he had drawn, and re-adjusted the color, and drew a few round and pleasing cherries beside the banana leaves.

Shao Qing coughed uncomfortably, quickly took out a booklet from his pocket and put it in Yuan Yunzhong's hand, flatteringly said: "Master, this is what I found out."

Yuan Yunzhong held the pen in one hand and flipped through it absent-mindedly with the other.

Then his hand stopped.

The booklet was closed with a snap.

"What, what's the matter?" Shao Qing's heart shuddered, thinking that he still had in his pocket the delivery slip that the Song family would send to Prince Ning's Mansion in August, copied from the Imperial Kiln Factory.

Master doesn't even know this, does he?

However, he still takes the salary of a sixth-rank military officer anyway. Even if the young master wants to punish himself, he won't do it in public, right?

He was thinking wildly, but he heard Yuan Yun said: "Where is Miss Song?"

Shao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "I went to the kiln."

Yuan Yunzhong stood up suddenly, pointed at the paints and brushes full of cases, and said, "Clean it up!"

"Ah?!" Shao Qing didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Although he has served his master since he was a child, he is a guard, and he only needs to practice martial arts hard. He has never done such a thing as a servant!

But he did not refute, squatting in the corner, silently washing the paintbrush.

Yuan Yunzhong left Yinyu Hall quickly.

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