Enter the Room

Song Jiuyun was very surprised.

The clay used for offering white porcelain is very unique and cannot be used by other kilns in Jingdezhen.

She asked: "Have you ever found out who sold the mud?"

"No!" Zhou Zheng said anxiously, "I was afraid of wasting time, so I didn't dare to spend time checking more. Then I contacted several more companies, but none of them had the mud we wanted, so I hurried back."

When Song Jiuyun's father was alive, many people in the kiln wanted to know how their family's sacrificial white porcelain was produced. Paying heavy sums of money to the masters of the kiln was the most common and low-end method. What about following their family's orders? Purchasing raw materials, tracking his father's whereabouts, trying to steal the burnt pieces of white porcelain to analyze the ingredients and formulas, and even diligently coming to visit their family to marry them... There is nothing they can't make unless you can imagine it.

After seven or eight years of this, they still couldn't figure out the method of firing the Song family's white porcelain for sacrifice. In addition, her uncle kept claiming that the white porcelain for sacrifice was the secret recipe of the Song family and would not let his daughter take it away. Gradually disappeared.

Why did her father appear again after he left?

Song Jiyun told Zhou Zheng: "Now we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. You can think of a way and urge the shop to transport the mud as soon as possible. We will accept the price."

Zhou Zheng responded and left in a hurry.

Zheng Quan whispered: "Miss, do you want to find out who is causing trouble?"

Song Youliang passed away, and the person who took over the Song family kiln factory was a seventeen-year-old girl. The talkers and owners of all kiln factories in Jingdezhen were watching her.

There are those who wait and see, those who rejoice in others' misfortune, and even those who are ready to take advantage of the situation.

Song Jiyun sneered and said, "Who cares who he is? Anyone who dares to step into the water in our house can't escape unscathed!"

Zheng Quan had always trusted her, so he didn't ask any more questions after hearing this, and hurried to the kiln with Song Jiyun.

Master Xiang and others had already received the news and knew that there was something wrong with Zhou Zheng's mud.

They cheered and led a large group of people waiting anxiously at the door of the kiln.

When they saw Song Jiyun's mule cart, they immediately surrounded it and shouted "Miss".

The mule cart stopped, and Song Jiyun came out carrying a brown paper bag and lifting the curtain.

Luo Zixing hurriedly helped her get out of the car.

Song Jiyun said: "Go and call Gu Qing. Let's talk in the hall. From now on, Gu Qing will be responsible for glazing the white porcelain."

When Gu Qing lost to Song Li, one reason was his age, and the other was his identity - Song Li was a son of the Song family. In terms of craftsmanship, Gu Qing had become more skilled than his master in recent years. Everyone was convinced by this arrangement. .

But what they lack now is not the glaze master, but the clay for white porcelain!

Xiang Yang said hurriedly: "Miss, when will the mud come?"

As Song Jiyun walked in, he faced everyone and said, "Do you know that my father has been firing new porcelain?"

"I know!" Xiang Yang's eyes twitched.

Song Youliang was firing new porcelain all year round, but there were very few techniques that he could actually use.

Song Jiyun said with a smile: "In the past few days, I have reorganized the things left by my father and burned some new things. This time, I used new techniques to sacrifice white porcelain!"

"Ah!" Although he had expected it, when he heard her say this, Xiang Yang couldn't help but exclaimed, "Then, do you want to try firing a kiln first?"

"Of course." She said, "Where are the cups and plates you made from kaolin these days? We will use a new method this time."

Every time Song Youliang fired new porcelain, he would try it several times.

Luo Zixing couldn't help but said: "I'm afraid I don't have enough time!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun smiled and said: "Don't worry! We will definitely succeed this time!"

Her eyes were twinkling like stars in the morning.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one could think of a better way, so they finally accompanied her to the drying room.

The kiln factory was afraid that they would be burnt down, so they prepared three more of each type according to the quantity required by the imperial kiln factory.

According to her request, all the clay bricks made of kaolin were baked first.

"Very good!" She nodded with satisfaction.

Gu Qing rushed over.

Everyone in the kiln already knew that Gu Qing had replaced Song Li and would be in charge of the glazing of the white porcelain workshop. After everyone congratulated him in private, they regained their composure in front of Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun handed the processed green glaze to Gu Qing and said: "Glaze the white porcelain according to the requirements that day."

Gu Qing didn't have Xiang Yang's worries.

In his opinion, since Song Jiuyun has tried burning in advance, he will insist on changing the formula, so he must be fully confident.

Almost all the people in Song Li's group, whether they were apprentices or relatives and friends, left the kiln. Those who remained were those who had been checked over and over again and were doing menial work honestly.

The people that Lu Qing brought over were all his apprentices or young masters who were appreciated by him.

He put on the leather apron, and the people he brought began to move in an orderly manner. By the time he finished adjusting the glaze, Xiang Yang's apprentices had already brought over the clay bricks.

Song Jiyun smiled and said to Luo Zixing: "The next step is up to you!"

Luo Zixing felt really unsure, so he responded vaguely. When Gu Qing was almost busy, he hurriedly shouted to the kiln builder to start building the kiln.

Song Jiyun rested at the kiln that night.

After all the glazed sacrificial white porcelain was successfully packed into the saggers and put into the kiln, Luo Zixing lit the fire himself, and the kiln filled the sky with thick smoke, and she felt relieved.

Zheng Quan came over and whispered to her: "Miss, we have found out about the old lady's trouble. It is said that the uncle and wife of the Zeng family told her. As for who the uncle and wife of the Zeng family heard from, it has not been found out yet. I'm afraid it will be necessary." In a few days."

"Then wait a few days." Song Jiyun always felt that this matter was a bit strange, "It's good to be able to measure clearly, but it doesn't matter if you can't find out clearly. After all, it's just to cause trouble."

Zheng Quan promised.

Song Jiyun wanted to give him a few words of advice, but suddenly found that the air around her was stagnant, and everyone seemed to be looking at her.

She looked up blankly and saw Yuan Yunzhong, wearing a navy blue summer sermon robe with a face like a crown of jade, walking over with Shao Qing.

"Master Yuan!" She was surprised, "When did you come? Why did you come to the kiln suddenly?"

"The second wife asked me to come and take a look!" He responded calmly and greeted Master Luo, "Are you going to make new porcelain?"

"Master Yuan!" Everyone hurriedly saluted Yuan Yunzhong.

Song Jiyun hurriedly pulled him aside and said, "What happened at home?"

When she left, she said hello to Mr. Qian, and she would definitely not go home until she finished making porcelain.

Yuan Yunzhong said unhurriedly: "It's nothing! It's just that the weather has suddenly turned cold in the past few days, and I was afraid that you would catch a cold at night in the kiln factory, so I asked me to bring you some clothes and silk quilts."

Song Jiyun blinked in confusion.

The kiln factory has everything!

Even when her father was alive, her mother never gave her father anything like this.

Could her mother be creating opportunities for them to come into contact again?

Song Jiyun hesitated in embarrassment.