Enter the Room

When Song Jiyun returned home, Qian was already waiting in the hall.

Seeing her and Yuan Yunzhong enter the hall, she hurriedly came forward to greet her, took Song Jiyun's hand, and asked Yuan Yunzhong: "How is it? Is the journey going well?"

"Good luck!" Yuan Yunzhong saluted Qian and asked Shao Qing to come in to greet Qian. He also introduced to Qian that Shao Qing was an old servant of their family. He heard that he was here and came here to see him. .

Qian had no doubts.

Yuan Yunzhong's appearance and character are not something ordinary people can raise.

She had always suspected that Yuan Yunzhong was a child of a noble family, and that he ended up living in a pear garden because his family was in ruins.

Not only did she not look down on Shao Qing, but she also told Song Jiyun: "It's rare that Mr. Shao is so thoughtful. He still remembers to come and see Mr. Yuan. Don't neglect others!"

Shao Qing blushed so much that he could bleed, and thanked Qian repeatedly.

Qian asked Manager Wu to call for a banquet outside, and asked Zheng Quan to accompany the guests. He also said, "When these boys are together, they will inevitably have to drink and socialize."

How dare Shao Qing!

Even though he couldn't push it away, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Yuan Yunzhong and Zheng Quan to the flower hall in the backyard.

Only then did Mr. Qian talk to Song Jiyun about herself: "Before you came back, your grandmother came to make trouble, saying that the place where she lives now is too small and she wants to move to the third bedroom."

Song Jiyun sneered and said, "It's a lie that she wants to move here, but it's true that she's afraid that I'll sell the three-bedroom house, right?"

Qian also knew that, but she couldn't refuse the word "filial piety". Instead, she felt that if Zeng moved over, the second house would be quiet: "Otherwise, your eldest uncle will come over today, and your third uncle will come to the city tomorrow. It was no different before."

"Of course it's different!" Song Jiyun's heart moved and he said with a smile: "Don't the clan want to set up a clan school? The three-bedroom house happens to be empty, so why not hold it there!"

Qian gave high fives and praised her again and again.

Without further ado.

Song Jiyun simply sent Manager Wu to immediately post messages to several clan elders.

He also smiled and said: "I have been very busy these days, so I won't go to say hello to my grandmother."

Let’s wait until tomorrow’s private school matters are settled.

Manager Wu was also a calculating person, and immediately understood what Song Jiyun meant, and said with a smile: "That's right! The third master is sick, and the old lady is so worried these days that she can't eat or sleep well. There are some things that can't disturb her." , it’s better not to disturb her. If she is really unhappy, she can also invite the master from the nunnery to give lectures to the old lady, and if she has someone to talk with her, maybe she will feel better."

Most of the three aunts and six grandmothers work for money.

Manager Wu is also a talent!

Song Jiyun nodded repeatedly.

Who knew that several clan elders came over overnight when they heard that they wanted to discuss clan studies.

When Song Jiyun told her what had happened, the clan elders all praised her and kept praising her father for giving birth to a good daughter.

"It's just that clan elders, please keep quiet about this matter," she warned, "I haven't even said a word about this teacher. I let the wind out early. What if I don't find the teacher who is sitting in the hall?" Aren’t you making people laugh?”

Everyone felt that what she said was reasonable, and they praised Song Jiyun a few more times before heading back home.

At night, Song Jiyun had a peaceful, sweet sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Zheng Quan came to see her and said: "I have already met the big shopkeeper of Hong's grocery store. The big shopkeeper said that they don't have any Si Nan to sell. If you want it, you have to go to the shop in Suzhou and Hangzhou and ask if you can get it. If you can ask me when the time comes, it’s hard to say.”

In fact, there are more of them in Fujian and Guangdong.

She thought for a while and felt that she had to go there herself for this matter: "Then please accompany me to West Street!"

The larger shops in Liang County are all on West Street.

She wanted to try her luck in other shops. If it didn't work, she would go to Suzhou Prefecture.

This is the top priority.

Zheng Quan immediately went to hitch the mule cart.

West Street is crowded with people, the signs are like flags, and it is very lively.

The two of them walked around and when they saw something selling stationery or selling buckets, they would go in and have a look and ask questions.

Hard work pays off.

When they passed by a shop selling incense and candles, Song Jiyun suddenly saw several mahogany swords hanging in the shop.

An idea struck her.

What she wants is a magnet. Without Sinan, a compass would be enough!

She immediately walked in and asked the shopkeeper: "Do you have compasses for sale?"

While she was talking, she saw a compass for sale on the counter.

This is really another village where everything is bright and clear.

She pointed at the compass excitedly: "How much does one cost?"

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper said: "This one is not for sale! Someone else made a decision and asked me to bring it here from Fujian. This is the only one."

Song Jiyun knew that no matter whether the business was large or small, merchants at this time were based on integrity. Unless the person who made the decision did not want it, they would not sell it to another person.

She hurriedly said: "Shopkeeper, I want to order a compass from you. How long will it take to get the goods?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "It depends on luck. Sometimes it takes a year and a half, and sometimes it takes three or five months."

She couldn't wait that long.

Song Jiyun said: "Who set your compass? I would like to ask him to give me this compass. I need it urgently. The price does not matter."

But the shopkeeper shook his head and said: "This was ordered by a master chef from Baoen Temple. He went to Putuo Mountain. We made an appointment for him to come and pick up the goods before the first day of October."

She knew there was little hope, but she still begged the shopkeeper: "Do you know where else on this street sells Simon or compasses?"

The shopkeeper said: "This thing is rarely used and the price is expensive. It is usually reserved."

She could only go to Baoen Temple to find a solution.

See if the masters at Baoen Temple still have any old compasses and can sell one to her.

Besides, there are definitely more people who use compasses than people who use Sinan.

Song Jiyun walked out of the incense and candle shop with brisk steps.

Unexpectedly, someone was making trouble in the pawn shop next door, and the street was blocked by people watching the excitement.

Song Jiuyun frowned.

I saw a man wearing a shabby silk trousers, holding a painting scroll at the door of the pawnshop and making fun, saying: "What I pawned is Liu Songnian's "Arhat". Since you can't tell anything wrong with this painting, why don't you?" If you are willing to accept it, what kind of pawn shop do you open? Call your boss! I want to see, why do you open a pawn shop?"

The fat shopkeeper kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and said: "Our court minister is not here, I'm sorry. You can come back in a few days!"

"Bah!" The man spat on the big shopkeeper's face, and said with full malice, "If you don't make your words clear today, I'll take you to the government office."

The big shopkeeper can't do anything to compensate him.

This is a bit bullying.

The noise caused more and more people to watch the fun, and the road was blocked, making it impossible to walk through.

Song Jiyun thought for a moment, then simply squeezed in, and carefully looked at the painting scroll in the man's hand for a while, then walked over and said, "You said this is Liu Songnian's "Arhat"?"

When the man saw a strange woman suddenly appear, he was startled and said warily: "Who are you? Don't meddle in other people's business!"

Song Jiyun was too lazy to pay attention to him. He reached out and grabbed the man's scroll, opened it and looked at it. Then he tore it apart from the scroll with great force and showed it to everyone: "Liu Songnian's painting, the scroll is moldy!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

The big shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to express his thanks.

The man was still acting like a rogue and said, "Why did you tear up my painting? I'm going to the Yamen to file a lawsuit!"

Song Jiyun looked at the big shopkeeper.

The big shopkeeper hurriedly called the clerk in the shop: "Go to the official."

The guys swarmed up and started fighting with the man.

The man shouted: "The pawnshop owner has blackmailed my painting, and now he's going to beat him to death!"

This is none of her business anymore.

Song Jiyun quietly prepared to leave.

A man shouted to her: "Miss! Please stay!"

Song Jiyun turned around and saw a young man wearing a sapphire blue Xiangyun dark pattern Hangzhou silk jacket and a white jade hairpin, striding towards her with a young boy.