Enter the Room

In any case, everyone in Jingdezhen turned their attention to the Songjia Kiln Factory.

The Songjia Kiln Factory seemed to be impetuous because of this.

Not only did Zhou Zheng go to Fujian to buy clay materials, but Zheng Quan was also in and out every day, wondering what he was busy with.

Some people even placed bets in private gambling houses on who would win between Song's parents' room and his second room.

Mr. Song Shiyi even rushed to the kiln factory to see if there was anything he could do to help.

This further confirmed that there was a problem with the order from Songjia Kiln Factory and Royal Kiln Factory.

At this time, in the study of Hong Xi, the eldest son of the Hong family, he was writing the invitation for his younger brother's weak crown ceremony with a Xiang Fei bamboo pen.

The midday sun shines in through the glazed window painted with four gentlemen in flowers, bright but also very soft.

The chief manager of the Hong family was standing in front of the desk, bowing slightly and talking to Hong Xi with a smile: "Following your instructions, I quietly went to the Song family kiln factory and successfully met Miss Song."

Hong Xi paused and raised his head.

When the general manager saw it, his smile became even brighter and he said: "Knowing that we were here to deliver mud, Miss Song was very surprised and accepted it gratefully. She said that after these busy days, she would come to the door in person to say thank you. Thank you, sir. The young master came to my rescue in times of need. He even asked the attendant named Zheng Quan to give me ten times the amount of clay money."

Hong Xi frowned and put down his pen: "Ten times the amount of clay?"

"Don't worry, eldest son," the eldest steward said hurriedly, sending the hot handkerchief next to Hong Xi's hand, "How can we accept Miss Song's money?"

Hong Xi's face brightened, he said "Yes" with satisfaction, took the hot handkerchief from the chief manager, and said, "What did Miss Song say?"

"Miss Song didn't say anything." The chief steward bowed and said, "She just walked me out personally."

Hong Xi was a little surprised, but he soon smiled with relief: "Since I have already said that I would like to come to the door to express my gratitude, I must say some things before visiting the door."

The chief steward's mouth curled up and he adjusted his sleeves uneasily. Then he looked at Hong Xi's expression and whispered, "However, when I went there, I met Miss Song's fiancé."

"Fiancé?!" Hong Xi was stunned, "Miss Song's fiancé?"

The chief steward nodded and said quite meaningfully: "Miss Song's marriage was decided when the second master of the Song family was still alive. That Young Master Yuan was also affectionate and righteous. Miss Song had to observe mourning for three years, and he still Accept this marriage."

Almost everyone knows about the Song family, and it has spread throughout Jingdezhen.

If you are serious, you can even find out clearly who said what.

The chief steward is a servant of the Hong family. He has watched Hong Xi grow up and is loyal not only to the Hong family but also to Hong Xi.

He doesn't want Hong Xi's life to be troubled.

The chief manager not only carefully told Hong Xi about Song Jiyun's marriage, but also said: "I think the people in the Song Kiln Factory respect Mr. Yuan quite a lot. Presumably Miss Song's marriage has been finalized. Otherwise, the two of them would not be together." Avoid suspicion..."

Hong Xi lowered his eyes and wiped his fingers slowly while the chief manager was chattering. However, before he could finish his words, he threw the hot handkerchief into the chief manager's hand, interrupting his words.

"He's just a down-and-out kid from a small family. Don't you know if he's true or not?" He said disapprovingly, "I wonder what that person's intention is? It's a little early to say he's Miss Song's fiancé at this time!"

The chief manager looked at Hong Xi in surprise.

Hong Xi has changed the subject: "It takes at least six days to burn a kiln. Now there are only five days until the delivery of the Song Kiln Factory. I'm afraid it will be a little late to deliver the clay. Eunuch Wan, how can we Can you speak?"

"He is a eunuch, and our family has no friendship with him." The general manager said, "But he is greedy for money. If you want to talk to him, you may have to use money to open the way."

Hong Xi pondered: "It's nothing that can be solved with money!"

However, the chief manager was afraid that the Hong family's association with an eunuch would ruin the reputation of a scholarly family, so he politely stopped him and said: "Don't underestimate Miss Song. She was too young before and had not experienced much. She valued kinship and blood relations. Song Daliang took advantage of her. Now that we have solved the mud problem for her, Song Daliang may not be her opponent."

Hong Xi said nothing and turned the Hetian jade ring on his ring finger.

The chief steward watched, said nothing, and waited quietly.

This is the habit of their eldest son.

Whenever he encountered something confusing or doubtful, he would unconsciously turn the ring in his hand.

*

In a few days, it was time for the Songjia Kiln Factory to deliver the goods.

Song Jiyun went to the kiln entrance early in the morning, felt the temperature of the kiln bricks, and asked Luo Zixing, Xiang Yang and others who had been waiting here all night long: "How is it? Can the kiln be opened before noon?"

They continued to use Yuan Yunzhong's fire in this kiln, and the temperature was controlled very well, but it took one day longer than she expected.

She also said with joy in her misery: "It stands to reason that if the goods are delivered before midnight today, it will be counted as within the specified date. I'm afraid Wan Eunuch doesn't think so."

But no one could laugh.

Luo Zixing looked tense and said: "It may be a bit reluctant at noon, it is best to apply for membership in the afternoon."

Song Jiyun pondered: "How long will it take for us to deliver the goods?"

Although the Royal Kiln Factory is also nearby, the porcelain is afraid of breaking, so when it is delivered, it requires manpower to carry it in baskets.

"An hour!" Luo Zixing said.

It's almost time for Xu.

"It's a bit late." She said, wondering if there was a better way to get the freight over earlier.

Luo Zixing and others looked at each other, and they were even more worried that they would not be able to produce enough white porcelain for sacrifice after opening the kiln.

The scene was a little solemn for a while.

Song Jiyun encouraged them: "Don't worry, there will be no problem this time."

But before she finished speaking, a young apprentice ran in sweating profusely and said: "Eunuch Wan is here!"

"So early!" Song Jiyun was surprised and turned to Luo Zixing and others, "Find a way to drag Eunuch Wan until the afternoon."

Luo Zixing immediately said: "I sent someone to call Wang Dahai and asked him to bring the banquet and the famous actress. He has a lot of dealings with Eunuch Wan."

Xiang Yang said: "I'm going to get the painting sent from the second wife."

Those were originally intended to be given to Eunuch Wan.

Gu Qing didn't know what to do, so he followed Song Jiyun to meet Eunuch Wan.

He was wearing a crimson silk official uniform and a full guard of honors, looking businesslike.

Song Jiyun welcomed him into the hall gracefully.

He was sitting on the Taishi chair where he sat when he came last time. His pale face looked even more gloomy in the dim light in the room.

"Where is the imperial porcelain you want to hand over? I brought someone to inspect the goods." He took a sip of tea and joked, "It's just right, it also saves you the manpower of delivery."

But no one dared to accept his joke.

There was silence in the hall, quite a bit cold.

Song Jiyun saw him and stepped forward and said warmly: "I didn't expect you to arrive at this time. There are still two hours before the kiln can be opened. Your visit is rare, and it just gives us a chance to show our respect. I have sent people to call for the banquet and singing hall." Got it..."

Before she could finish her words, a teacup with tea dropped at her feet.