Enter the Room

The sedan chair was carried by everyone.

Song Jiuyun simply tried to save his face for Mr. Song Shiyi.

She sighed: "I didn't think carefully about what happened today. I didn't expect that my grandmother would object to funding the clan to set up a private school. In order to avoid further troubles in the future, I think it's better to take advantage of now and hand over the key to my third uncle's house." The clan. Then I will provide some money to renovate the house and make it look like a serious academy."

In this way, the door between their home and Song Sanliang's house would not be sealed, but would be blocked.

After all, it will be the clan’s property from now on.

Of course the clan elders all said "good".

Mr. Song Shiyi couldn't help but take a deep look at Song Jiyun, and was once again glad that he had joined forces with her.

A girl's family, with such a structure, will definitely achieve great things.

He discussed with everyone: "It will be Youliang's Siqi in a few days. The clan members have received such a great favor from their house. Should we let the boys in the clan come and burn incense for Youliang?"

On the 47th day, my nephew officiated.

If all the men in the clan could come to worship Song Youliang, outsiders would only think that Song Youliang was respected by the younger members of the clan, and Song Youliang must be a generous elder.

It would make Song Youliang's room look high on others from now on.

"It should, it should!" Several clan elders said in succession, and some people gave their ideas, "When this clan starts to learn more, we will have to erect a monument to Youliang."

Song Jiyun is a person who believes that "the trees in the forest will be destroyed by the wind".

She hurriedly said: "A monument should be erected. However, all the elders have also contributed powerfully, so it should be engraved on the monument."

Some people don't love money, but there are few people who don't love fame, especially those who may leave their names in the genealogy.

Several clan elders pretended to decline, but they were all thinking about how to erect this monument.

Song Jiyun saw that the fire was almost done and it was getting late, so he left a few clan members to have dinner.

Several clan elders thought that they had orphans and widowed mothers, and it was also the time of mourning, and it was not easy for them to leave food, so they all declined politely, but they couldn't resist Qian's desire to let Yuan Yunzhong shine, so they hurriedly said: "It's okay! I'll let you go Mr. Yuan will accompany you, so please don’t be polite to the clan elders."

The Eleventh Master of Song Dynasty thought of Yuan Yunzhong's demeanor as a child of aristocratic family, and said "Okay" repeatedly, and said: "Young Master Yuan is also from Suhang, after all, and has seen the world. It's a good time to ask him who he is. I don’t know a good sitting gentleman.”

He wants Mr. Song Jiu to be gradually marginalized!

Song Jiyun thought for a while, but did not stop him after all. He arranged for Manager Wu to serve beside him, and she helped Qian back to Qian's yard.

Her two sisters, Song Jiyu and Song Jixue, were doing needlework accompanied by their respective housekeepers.

Song Jiyun discussed with Mr. Qian: "Take advantage of this opportunity to hire a husband for them. Needlework is important, but reading and literacy cannot be lost."

There used to be an old boy at home, but when he got older, he couldn't find a suitable one after returning to his hometown, so the two of them were delayed in their homework. "

She also asked her two sisters: "Are you interested in learning porcelain making from me?"

Even if you don’t learn anything, you can become more courageous by being exposed to more things.

Song Jiyu shook his head and said shyly: "Sister, I'll help my mother at home."

She is fourteen years old, with a slender figure, an oval face, and gentle eyebrows.

He speaks softly, and his personality is most like Qian's, quite soft-spoken.

Song Jixue was more lively and immediately said: "Sister, I'll learn."

Song Jiyun felt that this kind of thing could not be forced.

She touched her sister's soft hair and said, "Then I will arrange for a little master to enlighten you first. When you have learned a little bit, come with me to the porcelain factory."

Qian looked at her three daughters with a smile and said nothing, but she was very happy in her heart.

The experiences these days have made her understand that even if a girl is raised in a boudoir, she must be smart and powerful to avoid being bullied.

If it weren't for Song Jiyun in their room, they would have been eaten to the bone by those people long ago, let alone being complimented by the clan elders like today.

The mother and daughter talked about themselves for a while, and then Song Jiyun went back to his room to wash up and change clothes.

But she was not idle either. Instead, she plunged into the slate house in the back garden of her yard and tore the compass into pieces.

Aunt Zheng came and asked her to go to Qian's place for dinner. She responded again and again. After procrastinating for a while, she absent-mindedly went to Qian's place for a meal. Then she immediately returned to the stone house and fiddled with it. Those clays of hers.

When Yuan Yunzhong came, he happened to see her drawing blanks.

The turntable seemed to be spinning slowly but was actually spinning very fast, and the small Arhat cups took shape in her hands.

She raised her head and glanced at Yuan Yunzhong.

He rarely wore a pure purple plain silk jacket.

True purple is extremely rich, a color that is about to wither in full bloom. Few people wear it well - either it is splashed with miso, or it is sloppy and dull. Only Yuan Yunzhong wears it well. Like the blooming Wei Zi, his face is like a crown jade, and his face is as graceful and gorgeous as a pearl and jade on his side.

She stopped her hand and the cup collapsed, and it was about to become useless.

Song Jiyun quickly collected his thoughts and said, "Why are you here at this time? Have all the guests left?"

"Let's go!" Yuan Yunzhong said, walked over and sat on the spring stool next to the turntable, and said, "What are you doing?"

He lifted the corner of his clothes, and the accessories tied to the leather ball flower belt with purple gold threads fell quietly.

A pure white jade pendant, a cherry pink purse, a small yellow seal, and a black Simon the size of a walnut were mixed in among them.

The palace lanterns with five consecutive beads illuminated the slate house as bright as day, shining on his body and the tail of his slightly raised eyes. His bright black eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to suck in a person's soul.

Song Jiuyun's heart skipped a beat.

"Make a cup." She said hurriedly, lowering her eyes to pay attention to the clay in her hand, "What do you want?"

"Nothing!" Yuan Yunzhong broke off a small piece of kaolin and said, "What are you doing making a cup?"

Song Jiyun didn't want to tell her, so he carefully placed the finished clay cup on the wooden board next to him and raised his head.

Only then did she realize that Yuan Yunzhong's hair seemed to be wet.

Did he see off the guests at home and come here after freshening up?

"Nothing," she said, "I just want to make some cups for tea."

Yuan Yunzhong said "Oh" and stood up suddenly. He looked around her here and there. He also grabbed the jewelry hanging on his waist and shook it, making a sound of gold and jade.

"What are you going to draw?" He said casually: "Landscapes, flowers and birds, or people? In addition to making cups, can you make pots? Pots like purple clay? I think that kind of pot is quite interesting?"

When he went to see Song Jiuyun, he found that she had lowered her head again and continued to hold the clay in her hand.

"I'm going to bake single-color celadon." She looked back at him without raising her head. "I brought some celadon glaze back from the kiln. When I bake it, I'll show it to you. If you like it, you can choose a few. Bring back."

Yuan Yunzhong tilted his head and looked at her intently for a while, then suddenly stood up and walked away.

Song Jiyun raised his head when he heard the noise and looked at his retreating back. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What on earth is he here for?

She was confused, but she had more important things to do, so she decided to finish the thing at hand before talking about it.

But when she turned the dial again, she couldn't help but start to review everything that had just happened, wondering why Yuan Yunzhong was here.

The kaolin clay in his hand softened into a ball of mud that could not be formed.

Her eyes widened.

He seemed to have a walnut-sized Simon hanging around his waist just now!