Enter the Room

There is a small yard at the entrance of the kiln, and seven or eight houses have been built. Not only the hall of the kiln, but also the accounting room of the kiln and the wing room where the masters rest.

Song Jiyun invited the big shopkeeper and master chef of the kiln factory to the hall, while he and Yuan Yunzhong went to the elegant room next to it.

"My lord came to see me, do you want to leave Liang County?" As soon as they entered the elegant room, she closed the fan of the elegant room, tried her best to make her expression look sincere and kind, and smiled at Yuan Yunzhong , "But what do I need to prepare? Just tell me, and I will do my best to help you do it!"

"Miss Song is worrying too much!" Yuan Yunzhong walked away, looking at the elegant room, and said casually, "You have such a big incident here, but I, as your fiancé, remain indifferent. I can't justify it emotionally and rationally!"

He stopped in front of the asparagus bamboo in front of the coffee table, stretched out his finger and gently touched the leaves of the asparagus bamboo, and said, "Can I not come here?"

Song Jiyun snorted coldly in his heart.

Before she came over, there was a big commotion in Song Sanliang's residence.

What was he doing at that time?

She didn't believe a word he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan." She said with a smile that was not a smile, "You have seen it, I am doing well here, but I will discuss with the masters of the kiln later about the burning of white porcelain. Time to entertain you, I will let Zheng Quan take you back!"

Yuan Yunzhong turned around suddenly and walked towards her with big strides.

He was a head taller than her, with a stern look and an astonishing aura.

Song Jiyun's face changed slightly, and he secretly regretted that he shouldn't have closed the door, but he instinctively took a few steps back, trying to avoid his sharp edge.

Who would have thought that he would press so hard that she couldn't help leaning back slightly, and her back hit the hardwood.

She's on the shelf!

Song Jiyun gasped.

Yuan Yunzhong stopped just a punch away from her.

"Miss Song!" He suddenly reached out and placed his hand on top of her head, "You can't say that."

His tall body covered her, blinding her eyes, only the weave of the muslin on his chest.

Song Jiyun regretted meeting him alone.

I don't know if it's too late to call Zheng Quan at this time?

She clenched her fists and decided that if he dared to be rude to her, she would punch him on the bridge of the nose.

Song Jiyun's gaze could not help falling on the bridge of his nose.

Tall and straight and straight.

The last time she fell in her father's study, it didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Song Jiyun clenched his fists.

He heard Yuan Yunzhong say: "I will leave when I come, how many people can see it? Then what's the point of me running so far?"

Pooh! What do you want to mean?

Song Jiyun complained in his heart, and looked up to see his clean and elegant chin.

And his voice seemed to come from his chest cavity, shaking her eardrums with lingering reverberations.

Song Jiyun took a deep breath and said, "You'd better stay away from me!"

The voice that came out was trembling and broken beyond her expectations.

She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

She became angry from embarrassment, and raised her hand to punch him.

Yuan Yunzhong, however, seemed to have predicted her actions, and suddenly withdrew his hand as if reaching out, and lazily said: "There is also an Arhat cup here? Is it a pair with the one in your study?"

He took a few steps back and distanced himself from her.

Sunlight came in, and the elegant room was bright again.

Song Jiyun saw that he was holding a blue and white arhat cup with an arhat on a stick in his hand.

She couldn't help but look up to the top.

Bo Gu emptied out a grid.

Song Jiyun blushed.

However, Yuan Yunzhong was still looking at her, with dark eyes and a deep smile, and said, "What is Miss Song worried about? Are you afraid that I will know how to make sacrificial white porcelain? Aren't you just sure that the experts will not know when they see it? Did I walk through the workshop? Don't worry, I didn't understand anything!"

So this bastard is sure she has nothing to do with him?

Song Jiyun was so angry that he couldn't speak, it took him a long time to slowly smile and said: "If that's the case, then I won't be polite to Mr. Yuan!"

She pondered: "Why don't Mr. Yuan stay by my side these few days! Help me run errands and do something. When everyone sees you, you will definitely praise Mr. Yuan for being anxious, righteous, and a bodhisattva. What do you think?"

Isn't he unwilling to go?

Then don't blame her for using him as a servant!

Yuan Yunzhong couldn't hide his surprise, and then anger appeared in his eyes.

Song Jiyun resisted the corners of his mouth so as not to curl up.

If he doesn't agree, she will drive him away.

He never thought that the anger in his eyes would dissipate soon, and his big almond eyes smiled like the summer sun falling in the lake, sparkling, full of joy, and said: "I don't dare to ask you!"

Yeah? Then we'll see!

Song Jiyun sneered in his heart, passed Yuan Yunzhong, opened the door of the elegant room with a "slap", and walked out.

*

Everyone in the hall was whispering something, seeing Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong coming in one after the other, they hurriedly held their breaths and called "Miss" and "Mr. Yuan".

Song Jiyun nodded and sat on the first seat.

Yuan Yunzhong didn't act like a demon, and sat directly under her head.

Song Jiyun heard everyone whispering below: "It's because the boss has a good eye and picked a son-in-law with an unusual heart for the young miss."

"This is also the eldest lady's blessing!"

"If there is a deal and a quantity, what can't be done?"

So, what exactly is Yuan Yunzhong here for?

Song Jiyun glanced over, and could hear a needle drop.

Luo Zixing and the others moved their bodies a little uncomfortably.

Song Jiyun didn't bother to bother, and talked about the kiln: "The kiln's most urgent task is to burn out the sacrifice white porcelain, and hand over the order from the imperial kiln factory. As for why the kiln didn't burn out the sacrifice white porcelain this morning, our You can check while firing the kiln, even if you can't find out for a while, there will be time and opportunities in the future."

Everyone felt that what Song Jiyun said made sense and nodded their heads.

Song Jiyun asked about the order: "How many pieces of sacrificial white porcelain do we still owe the Imperial Kiln Factory?"

Wang Dahai and Manager Wu who were in charge of the warehouse were still in Song Sanliang's mansion, and Zhou Zheng, who was in charge of the warehouse, got up and replied, "We still have forty-five pieces of porcelain that have not been handed over."

He read the forty-five pieces of porcelain to Song Jiyun in detail.

Song Jiyun said: "How many days do we have to deliver?"

Zhou Zhengdao: "Thirty-four days."

Song Jiyun pondered: "If I remember correctly, for Master Xiang, it takes about three to five days to knead the mud and erect the billet, one to two days to repair the billet, and one to two days to apply the glaze. It takes one day to put the sagger and seal the kiln, but it takes ten days to fill it up."

"Yes!" Everyone didn't expect that she knew the basic craftsmanship of porcelain firing, and they were all sure of it after being surprised.

Song Jiyun laughed. Her brows and eyes were crooked, her face seemed to light up, she looked at the crowd and said, "Let's hurry up, we still have two or three chances."

Everyone was encouraged by her enthusiasm, laughed and said, "Yes!"

Song Jiyun stood up and said loudly, "Then I will preside over it, and we will burn another kiln to sacrifice white porcelain!"

Now I can only guarantee to update before twelve o'clock every night...