Enter the Room

Before meeting the man in black, Song Jiyun might have tried to convince Yuan Yunzhong.

But now, she just hopes to stop having trouble with him.

She sat down next to him with a smile and said jokingly: "Persuading Mr. Yuan?! I'm afraid I'm powerless! You are so powerful that you can't bend, and you can't be promiscuous because of your wealth. I only have a few taels of silver with you, so it's really hard to impress Mr. Yuan." .”

Yuan Yunzhong's hand holding the tea paused.

However, Song Jiyun made up his mind to commit the crime instead of correcting the problem. He smiled more sincerely and said, "I will go to Song Li's place to see him later. Mr. Yuan, would you like to rest in the private room for a while?"

Yuan Yunzhong said: "Aren't you going to interrogate the thief?"

"You can't use lynching, so what's the point of trying it?" Song Jiyun shook his head.

Yuan Yunzhong looked at her unabashedly, his face full of suspicion.

Song Jiyun pursed his lips and smiled, then stood up: "I'm going to Song Li's place!"

Yuan Yunzhong took a sip of tea slowly.

Song Li had already checked the people on duty last night: "No one left their post, no one violated the rules, and I have no idea how the thief got in!"

He said distressedly: "How about leaving this matter to Brother Zheng Quan?"

Song Jiyun considered it and said, "I have other things for him to do. I will leave the safety of the kiln to you for the time being. I will take the thief back to the county town later."

Song Li looked disapproving, but he didn't say anything.

When Zheng Quan took the thief out of the warehouse where firewood was stored in the kiln, some young kiln workers from the kiln gathered around him.

This person said: "Miss, he ruined our clay. You just handed him over to the government. It's too easy for him! He should be dealt with according to the rules."

The one said: "Miss, I don't know how to be kind. You can't just let this thief go. Otherwise, no one will dare to come to our kiln to steal things in the future."

Song Jiyun comforted everyone: "If we keep the person here, the most we can do is beat him up and leave him crippled and lame. This is too easy for him! If he is sent to the Yamen, he can be sentenced to death or exiled for three years." Thousands of miles away, we still have to compensate for the loss of our kiln factory. It’s better to send it to the Yamen!”

Someone hesitated and asked: "But, I heard that the yamen only do things after receiving money?"

Those were the old days.

Isn’t there Yuan Yunzhong now?

Didn't he hand the person over to the local government office?

She just took advantage of the east wind.

"Our Song family is considered a big one in Liang County," Song Jiuyun joked with them, "Why can't we use some money to put those who dare to touch the minds of our kiln factory in jail?"

Of course, no matter how much money there is, it is not enough to make up for the loss of white porcelain clay materials, but it can shock the mountain and see who dares to be an accomplice to those who have the idea of ​​a kiln factory!

The young kiln workers all laughed.

The gagged thief looked at Song Jiyun in panic and said "Uh-huh" several times. Song Jiyun seemed not to have heard him. He talked to the kiln workers cordially and said that if he had anything to do, he could go directly to Luo Zixing. If Luo Zixing If she wasn't there, she could just go to the county town to find her, which won a round of cheers from everyone.

Song Li stood nearby and laughed along with everyone.

Everyone sent Song Jiyun to the mule cart.

The mule and cart left the kiln in a hurry.

In the rickety carriage, Song Jiyun poured a cup of tea for Yuan Yunzhong.

"Mr. Yuan," she said in a brisk tone, "I'll treat you to a meal at the VIP restaurant in the city! Their specialty is braised lion's head. I've eaten there and it was very authentic."

Yuan Yunzhong smelled the aroma of tea and said: "I'm afraid that although Guibinlou is good at making braised lion heads, the chef he hired is from Suhang. Hanging sheep heads and selling dog meat!"

Song Jiuyun was in a subtle mood.

In two lifetimes, no one has ever been able to follow her thinking so tacitly.

"I really can't hide anything from Mr. Yuan." She said with a smile, "But as long as this dish is cooked authentically, why should Mr. Yuan know the difference so clearly?"

"It's better to make it clear..."

The sound faded away.

Shao Qing next to him scratched his head.

What are the young master and Miss Song talking about?

He could understand it when they were apart, but why did he become more and more confused when they were together?

But why can Miss Song not only understand, but also respond to the young master's back and forth?

He wanted to talk to someone, but he looked left and right.

Liuzi, can't speak.

Zheng Quan's mouth was tightly closed, and he seemed to be someone who didn't speak easily.

He had to swallow his words. Thinking about it, he couldn't understand it, and these two people probably couldn't understand it even more!

*

At night, the moon and stars are sparse.

The place where the blanks are drawn in the Jibai Porcelain Workshop is dark.

But if you open the door, you will see brightly lit lights inside. The windows are blocked by thick felts. Seven or eight old masters and four or five young apprentices are so busy there that they don’t even have time to raise their heads. .

Under the quiet moonlight, about a hundred clay bricks were already placed in the drying room next door.

Someone's figure flashed past, and there was a slight "thump" and "thump" sound in the drying room.

In an instant, the drying room was as bright as day.

Song Li, who was wearing navy blue and brown shorts, was standing in the middle of the drying room, with pieces of white porcelain clay that had been trampled to pieces lying on the ground at his feet.

Song Jiyun, who should have left long ago, took Zheng Quan, Luo Zixing, several young kiln workers from the kiln factory, and stood quietly at the door of the drying room.

Song Li was shocked and turned pale.

Luo Zixing asked him angrily: "Why did you do this?"

Song Li lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. Then he raised his head again, his face as normal as before, and asked, "What did I do?"

"Everyone has gained the stolen goods, and you are still making excuses!" Everyone in the kiln factory was shaking with anger.

Song Li smiled: "I just happened to pass by!"

Luo Zixing wanted to say something else, but Song Jiyun stopped him and said to Song Li indifferently: "In that case, then I will hand you over to the clan to deal with it!"

Song Li's eyes brightened slightly.

Song Jiuyun turned sideways.

The police officer from Liang County came in with several people.

People in the kiln factory were stunned.

Song Jiuyun looked depressed and said to those who came in: "I'm sorry for bothering you adults!"

"Where, where!" Several detectives were humble, kind, and quite polite, "It's your duty!"

Song Li's expression changed drastically, and he shouted at Song Jiyun: "Miss, what do you mean? I want to see the clan elder!"

Song Jiyun said coldly: "They will be here soon. Invite a few adults to come over, just to be witnesses!"

Song Li had big beads of sweat on his forehead.

Handing him over to the clan is a matter within the Song family, and nothing can be discussed.

But if you invite people from the yamen over, everything you say and do will become evidence.

And with Song Jiyun's temperament, whoever dares to stand up for him will be dragged down by her.

In order to protect themselves, those people not only refused to speak for him, but also blamed him for everything they had done.

He looked at Song Jiyun with obscure eyes.

Several detectives took out ropes.

Song Li suddenly jumped up, punched and rushed towards Song Jiyun: "You framed me! Framed me!"

Song Jiyun reluctantly stepped back towards Zheng.

But someone passed her and kicked Song Li in the heart. He kicked Song Li back several steps, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground.

Song Jiuyun turned his head.

He saw Yuan Yunzhong standing next to him with a frosty face and a long body.