Enter the Room

In Song Daliang's study.

The asparagus on the coffee table is so weak that it looks like it can't bear to wear clothes.

Song Daliang, with his hands behind his back, was pacing back and forth in the room.

His personal servant, Dafu, ran in panting and said urgently: "Master, I have found out clearly. The kiln was opened, and only five pieces of white porcelain were produced out of 200. Most of them were burned and cracked. Experienced masters said it was because of uneven heating. This time Luo Zixing was pecked in the eye by an eagle and missed."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Song Daliang danced with joy after hearing this. He sat on the chair of the Grand Master and asked enthusiastically, "What else is there? What else is there?"

Dafu took a breath and continued: "There were only six days left before the delivery. Miss Yun was so anxious that she went around asking for white porcelain clay materials at high prices. She also sent someone back to ask the second wife to unpack a few calligraphy and paintings. Everyone is spreading the word privately that this is for public use."

"Very good, very good!" Song Daliang smiled happily. He stood up excitedly and walked around the room a few more steps. Suddenly he stopped and told Dafu, "Go, prepare a car for me. I'll go see my good niece!"

Dafu quickly prepared a car for Song Daliang.

Song Daliang hummed a tune all the way to the kiln.

He was stopped at the door of the kiln.

Song Daliang was not upset. He got off the mule cart and walked around. When Song Jiyun came to greet him, he still had time to complain to Song Jiyun: "Why is everything so gray?"

As he spoke, he also plucked the leaves of the big tree: "You don't even wash it with water. How do you usually take care of things like this? When your father was here, the kiln factory was not so sloppy."

Song Jiyun was too lazy to pay attention to him and invited him to the hall.

He picked up the furnishings in the hall again: "Look at this Bogu shelf. Who else uses black paint now? Everyone uses gold and red paint. And this Chengchen is still the Arhat painting from ten years ago. You can't Would you like to change..."

Song Jiyun didn't say anything, sitting next to him and letting him chatter.

After finally waiting for the little maid to serve tea, he sat down and talked to Song Jiyun while drinking tea: "I heard that you presided over the firing of a kiln, and the things that came out were not good, and they were all smashed?"

Song Jiyun did not deliberately hide the news.

She said: "It's okay! The reason has been found. There should be no problem in the next kiln."

"Next kiln?!" Song Daliang heard this and chuckled, "Eldest niece, are you sure you can fire another kiln?"

"Uncle, what do you say?" Song Jiyun's pupils narrowed when he heard this.

Song Daliang flinched, but soon straightened his chest, his small eyes showing a bit of greed, "Niece, I think you might as well give me the order from the imperial kiln factory! You are busy these days When I started the kiln factory, I’m afraid I didn’t know that I had a kiln factory!”

Song Jiuyun was very surprised.

Her uncle, since he lost all his ancestral property, had no money and would rather seek relief from her father than find a serious job. How could he suddenly open a kiln factory?

She even blatantly snatched orders from the imperial kiln factory from her!

The white porcelain their family now burns for the Royal Kiln Factory uses her father's secret recipe!

Why does he think that taking the imperial kiln factory's order from her can produce sacrificial white porcelain?

Song Jiyun re-examined her uncle.

"You bought the white porcelain clay materials on the market!" she said. "The kiln workers who left my kiln also went to your place!"

Song Daliang looked at her and said proudly: "My eldest niece, we are in business. I can buy the clay materials for white porcelain in advance. If the kiln workers in your kiln factory are willing to follow me, that is my ability. . It’s your father,”

When he said this, his tone paused for a while, and then he said: "I have always liked to make mysteries since I was a child. What kind of special clay? It's just the jade clay from Dehua, Fujian! We were all deceived by your father!"

"No, once your father passed away and there was no son in your family to inherit the family business, wouldn't this matter be revealed?

"Eldest niece, you have to believe in fate!

"Your father didn't have this fate, and you don't have this fate either. This Song family's kiln factory should be brought into full play in my hands, and the sesame seeds will bloom and grow to the next level!"

His face was flushed and he looked smug.

Song Jiyun looked at him coldly.

As soon as the word "jade clay" came out, she knew that Song Daliang had obtained her father's secret recipe for white porcelain.

Because there is no such mud as "jade mud" in this world.

This is the name her father gave to the white porcelain clay material for his family's sacrifices. It is the private name of the white porcelain burning and sacrifice workshop.

It was her father's way of confusing the public in order to keep the secret recipe.

People outside had no idea that the clay used to worship Bai Porcelain was called this name by her father.

But how did he get the secret recipe?

Her father didn't even tell her.

Or she inferred it based on the experience of later generations.

Song Jiuyun stared at Song Daliang's eyes intently.

Song Daliang looked at her with a faint smile and said: "My daughter should learn embroidery and cooking at home, and running a kiln factory is simply immoral!"

"Really?" Song Jiyun confronted him, "But this jade clay is my father's secret recipe. Where did my uncle get it from?"

Song Daliang said ruthlessly: "Is this the recipe of our Song family?"

Song Jiyun chuckled: "It doesn't matter if uncle doesn't admit it. It's just that I can't keep up with this order from the imperial kiln factory, and you can't even imagine it!"

She shouted "Zheng Quan" loudly: "Send off guests!"

Song Daliang's blood suddenly surged to the top of his head.

He stood up with a loud noise and said sternly: "Song Jiyun, don't toast and eat as a fine! If you don't have jade clay, I'll see how you can burn white porcelain as a sacrifice!"

Song Jiyun ignored it and served tea.

Zheng Quan led people in and took him out.

"Song Jiyun, you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!" Song Daliang, who was dragged out, was still shouting, "Even if you cry and beg, don't expect me to pay attention to you!"

Someone blocked Song Daliang's mouth.

The hall finally became quiet.

But Song Daliang's words still affected everyone's emotions.

Zheng Quan even whispered: "Miss, I will go to the old master's kiln tonight. Even if he sleeps with mud in his arms, I can still steal a piece of it."

Song Jiyun narrowed his eyes when he heard this and sneered: "Help me check out his kiln factory first."

See if things are as she expected.

Zheng Quan responded and left.

But Song Daliang's words spread in the kiln factory.

The people in the white porcelain workshop were fine, but people in several other workshops began to panic. Some even started to express their anger at the masters and relatives of those who resigned: "It's so shameless! I learned the craftsmanship to deal with my boss, let's spread the news." How do you behave!"

Jingdezhen is not a big place, and the kiln workers are all closely related to each other.

This incident soon spread throughout the major kilns.

Everyone had different reactions, and they said anything.

Happy holidays everyone!