Enter the Room

Yuan Yunzhong didn't seem to notice anything was wrong.

He suddenly threw something to Song Jiyun and said, "Here you go!"

Song Jiuyun was caught off guard and managed to catch the thing he threw. When he opened it, he found it was a purse.

She raised her head in surprise and looked at Yuan Yunzhong.

Yuan Yunzhong coughed slightly uncomfortably and said, "Aren't you looking for Si Nan everywhere?"

Song Jiuyun opened his wallet.

Inside is a walnut-sized Simon.

It seemed to be the one he wore around his waist that day.

She was slightly startled.

Yuan Yunzhong already said: "I'm going to see how the kiln is doing."

He walked straight past her and headed towards the entrance of the kiln.

Song Jiyun looked at it, feeling a little happy for no reason.

This Si Nan is very delicately done.

The bottom of the small square plate is painted dark red with wenge wood, and is inlaid with the twenty-eight constellations of the heavenly stems and earthly branches in gold. There is a small golden spoon on it, which is gorgeous and cute.

Song Jiuyun couldn't put it down. He picked up the small spoon and put it on again. He also turned the spoon with his fingertips and watched it rotate around and then return to its original state.

She stood there playing alone for a long time.

There was a burst of laughter from the Guanhuokou.

She put Si Nan back into her purse, hung it with the banbu around her waist, and walked over.

Luo Zixing's eldest apprentice was pointing at the fire viewing port and said to Yuan Yunzhong proudly: "Other masters have to judge the temperature in the kiln by looking at the flames and calculating how much firewood has been burned. Only our master can do everything. No need, just spit into the kiln and you will know whether the kiln is ready or not."

Luo Zixing suppressed the pride in his heart and said in a humble tone: "What are you talking nonsense here? Who is Mr. Yuan? It's your turn to do whatever you want."

Luo Zixing's apprentice called out "Master" in grievance, but looked at Yuan Yunzhong.

Yuan Yunzhong seemed a little absent-minded. Although there was a faint smile between his handsome eyebrows, his expression was a bit distant, and his eyes were far away and he didn't know where he was landing.

He followed Yuan Yunzhong's gaze and looked over.

Then he saw Song Jiyun standing outside the crowd in plain clothes.

Across the crowd, the two people's eyes seemed to be glued together, but they separated at the first touch, like afterimages.

He couldn't help but shouted "Miss".

Everyone followed him and looked towards Song Jiyun, shouting "Miss" one after another, and retreated consciously, leaving a passage for her.

Song Jiyun walked over with a smile.

Yuan Yunzhong's eyelids drooped slightly, and the corner of his eye passed by the purse on Song Jiyun's waist.

The purple-pink purse hangs quietly next to the forbidden steps, one soft and one strong, like flowers and trees that grow together.

He unconsciously pursed the corners of his mouth, turning them up like water chestnuts.

"What are everyone talking about?" Song Jiyun said with a smile, "It's so lively?"

Everyone hurriedly said: "Master is telling Mr. Yuan about his old man's unique skills!"

Song Jiuyun was a little surprised.

Luo Zixing suffered a lot of disasters when he was a child. He was a low-key person, which allowed him to take the initiative to talk about his own affairs. It seems that Luo Zixing valued Yuan Yunzhong very much.

She said: "Master Luo is a very powerful master. My father was able to make up his mind to set up another business because Master Luo was willing to come and handle the piles for our kiln."

I don’t know who I was telling it to.

Suddenly someone nearby exclaimed: "Why did the fire in this kiln become like this?"

Everyone was shocked and looked towards the fire viewing port.

The orange-red flames burned blazingly, as if they wanted to burn everything down.

The temperature obviously rose too high.

Song Jiuyun frowned.

You can hear the needle drop at the mouth of the fire.

Song Jiyun asked Luo Zixing: "Didn't you add coal as I told you?"

No one spoke. The entrance to the kiln was silent. Everyone looked at Luo Zixing.

Luo Zixing looked embarrassed and said: "I, I thought the temperature was a bit low, so I asked them to add half a car more coal."

"The ignition point of coal is different from that of firewood." Song Jiyun said and couldn't help but close his eyes.

The heating speed is also different.

The temperature rises too fast, and even if the things in the kiln are not burned or deformed, the glaze will change.

Everyone was silent, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

Song Jiyun said: "Can you tell how many degrees appear in the kiln?"

Luo Zixing's face turned red. He spat into the kiln several times. He calculated in his mind for a long time and said hesitantly: "It seems to be five or six hundred degrees!"

Very uncertain tone.

Song Jiyun rubbed his temples and said, "We have to let the fire come down slowly, to around 400 degrees."

But how to accurately control the fire at around 400 degrees, not even Luo Zixing can do it.

Song Jiuyun had fired small kilns before, but had never fired such a large kiln, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Everyone looked pale.

Song Jiyun stood at the fire viewing port, his mind spinning rapidly, deducing various methods he knew.

"Show it with fire!" Yuan Yunzhong's voice suddenly sounded beside her.

Song Jiuyun turned his head and almost hit his shoulder.

At some point, Yuan Yunzhong quietly stood beside her.

"Huozhao?!" Song Jiyun had never heard of it before, "What is it?"

"A porcelain piece that can measure temperature." Yuan Yunzhong explained to her.

Make the clay into a triangular shape with holes, coat it with glaze and insert it into the sagger. During the kiln firing process, a long hook is inserted into the fire viewing hole to hook the porcelain pieces out of the sagger. The temperature in the kiln and the color of the glaze can be judged by watching the way the porcelain pieces are fired.

Song Jiyun was stunned and said, "How do you know?"

Yuan Yunzhong raised his chin slightly and said disapprovingly: "It can be used when refining elixirs."

Song Jiuyun opened his eyes wide.

Yuan Yunzhong looked at her sideways.

Song Jiuyun was shocked.

Although Yuan Yunzhong is sometimes arrogant and arrogant, he is very reliable.

Her heart was filled with trust, and without much thought, she immediately ordered Luo Zixing and others: "Listen to Mr. Yuan!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to circle around Yuan Yunzhong nervously.

Prepare the iron hook, make the porcelain pieces, apply the familiar blue and white glaze, and put it in the kiln.

When things were almost busy, the sky became dark.

The kiln factory lit up red lanterns.

Song Jiyun looked at Yuan Yunzhong's calm face next to the fire viewing hole, and his heart softened involuntarily.

She brought a cup of herbal tea over and said warmly: "Relieve the heat."

Yuan Yunzhong took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

The tea was too bitter, and he frowned in displeasure.

Song Jiyun said: "It's lotus heart tea. It can clear away heat and relieve summer heat. It's good for your health. Just drink a little."

Before she finished speaking, she was stunned.

She had never spoken to anyone in such a coaxing tone.

But before she had time to think about it, Yuan Yunzhong had drawn a piece of fire and said to her: "Look at the temperature in the kiln now?"

Song Jiyun looked at it carefully under the lamp and said happily: "It should be around 400 degrees."

Yuan Yunzhong said: "How to burn it next?"

"Limited to one hour, let the temperature in the kiln rise by one hundred degrees every other hour." Song Jiyun hesitated, "This is the best. If it doesn't work, it can be limited to two hours and raised to two hundred degrees." "

The more precise it is, the harder it is to control.

Yuan Yunzhong said "hmm" and called Luo Zixing to come over and add coal.

Two hours later, the temperature rose to 600 degrees.

Luo Zixing and others couldn't help but cheer.

"Great!" Song Jiyun jumped for joy and couldn't help but reach out and hug Yuan Yunzhong, who was calm and composed next to him, "We succeeded!"

"Thank you so much!" She let go of Yuan Yunzhong and clasped her hands towards him, "Without you, it would not have gone so smoothly! I really don't know how to thank you!"

In the firelight, her curved eyebrows and eyes were like the crescent moons in the sky, a bit playful, a bit bright, and a bit warm.

Yuan Yunzhong felt that the shoulder she had just hugged was as hot as fire.

I am posting late, so I would like to wish my mother a happy birthday today^O^