Enter the Room

"Uncle, do you think I'm a fool?!" Song Jiyun sneered, "If you lose a bet, you kowtow to me three times, and then let others accuse me of disrespecting my elders; if I lose a bet, I will give you the kiln factory, so that you can get everything for free." A share of the family fortune. Is there such a good thing in the world?"

Song Daliang still wanted to lose face in front of Eunuch Wan.

He suddenly turned red.

He was confident about the bet and had never thought of taking advantage of Song Jiuyun. He was just talking and said it here.

But what Song Jiyun said made him feel greedy.

If we can take this opportunity to capture the Songjia Kiln Factory...

He couldn't help but point at Song Jiyun and said, "What do you want?"

Song Jiyun seemed to be irritated by his words, and said sternly: "If you have the ability, just make a big bet with me - if I lose, I will give you the kiln factory; if you lose, get out of the Song family and never live again." Then there are people from the Song family who leave the clan! Do you dare?"

Everyone was shocked and there was silence in the hall.

Song Daliang's eyes lit up.

God is really helping him!

"Okay!" He suppressed the joy in his heart and said, "Don't say that I bullied you, this matter is settled!"

Keko said it was unwarranted, and he felt that this was not safe.

He couldn't help but look left and right, and his eyes suddenly fell on Eunuch Wan.

"Sir!" As if grasping a life-saving straw, he hurriedly bowed to the father-in-law and said, "You have to give us a certificate!"

A trace of greed flashed in Eunuch Wan's eyes.

Song Daliang once promised him that if the white porcelain sacrifice was successful, he would have half of Song Daliang's kiln.

The things I got from the bet should be included, right?

His voice sounded a bit sharp, and he said: "You can let me testify, but you have to keep your word, otherwise where can I put my face?"

"Definitely, definitely!" Song Daliang promised hurriedly.

Song Jiyun, however, seemed to suddenly understand and hesitated.

Song Da's conscience clicked, and he urged her: "When we fight for the family business, you are the same as men and women. When you are the master of the family, you treat yourself as a woman. In this case, you might as well go back to the inner house to embroider as soon as possible, Hand over the kiln factory to others to take care of it, so as not to disgrace my second brother and ruin his reputation for the rest of his life."

Song Jiyun gritted his teeth and said, "Just bet, am I still afraid of you? As long as you don't deny it when the time comes!"

"Who dares not to admit his fault in front of Lord Wan!" Song Daliang retorted mercilessly.

Eunuch Wan even said: "Don't worry, no one in Jingdezhen dares to show my face."

Song Jiuyun's smile seemed a little forced.

When Song Daliang saw him, he felt as happy as if he drank a bowl of iced mung bean water in the dog days of summer. He also took out the pair of plum bottles and placed them on the square table in front of the central hall for everyone to see: "We'll be out later. The kiln is just right for comparison!”

Eunuch Wan laughed.

However, Gu Qing and others shook hands into fists, and their faces turned pale.

Luo Zixing ran in excitedly: "Miss, eldest lady, the north wind has blown and the temperature has dropped!"

The temperature in the kiln requires its natural cooling, a process that takes two or three days.

But sometimes when the weather gets colder, this time will be shortened and the kiln can be opened in advance.

Not to mention Song Jiyun, even Eunuch Wan and others couldn't help but look out of the hall.

I don't know when the sky darkened, the wind started blowing, and the branches were blown "whisking".

Song Jiyun was in a bright mood.

She asked Luo Zixing: "Can we open the kiln?"

Luo Zixing couldn't help but nodded and said: "Originally we had to wait for an hour, but I just touched the kiln bricks and the temperature has already dropped."

Song Daliang's expression was a little unclear.

But Eunuch Wan stood up and said, "Let's go and have a look!"

Song Daliang immediately crowded around Eunuch Wan and surrounded him to the workshop where Bai Porcelain was sacrificed.

Song Jiyun was a few steps behind and asked Luo Zixing quietly: "Where is Mr. Yuan?"

Without his fire, the kiln burning this time would not have gone so smoothly.

She wanted him to share the joy of opening the kiln.

Luo Zixing slapped his forehead in annoyance and said, "Master Yuan hasn't woken up yet. I will send someone to invite him right now."

Yuan Yunzhong has been helping to control the fire these days, and did not rest until the fire went out in the kiln.

"Forget it!" Song Jiyun glanced at Eunuch Wan, subconsciously not wanting Yuan Yunzhong to salute someone like Eunuch Wan, "Let's wait until he wakes up."

Luo Zixing thought of going together with her, but he was careless and no one called Yuan Yunzhong. The group followed Eunuch Wan to the workshop where white porcelain was burnt.

The kiln workers in Jibai Porcelain Workshop were all busy in front of the kiln waiting for the opening of the kiln.

Seeing Song Jiyun coming with Eunuch Wan, he hurriedly knelt aside.

Song Jiyun accompanied Wan Gonggong to stand in front of the kiln.

Luo Zi happily shouted "Open the kiln" with his voice raised.

The bricklayer carefully pried the kiln bricks one by one.

Under the thick dust, there is a ruined sagger.

Everyone held their breath in silence.

Luo Zixing walked in with trembling hands.

He bent his back and gently opened the sagger without saying a word for a long time.

Is this burned out?

Song Daliang thought happily.

If it was burned, even if it was only one piece, Luo Zixing would not be so calm.

But he wanted to know the result, so he couldn't help but tiptoe.

I saw that Luo Zixing was like crazy, and he kept pulling the saggers that were burned to pieces.

Song Daliang was immediately elated.

It looks like it didn't cook well this time.

It would be nice if the kiln was empty.

The kiln factory belongs to him! The order from the Royal Kiln Factory is also his!

Song Jiuyun, after all, is still a bit young and is no match for him.

He suppressed a smile, put down his tiptoe, and stood safely behind Eunuch Wan.

Luo Zixing turned around suddenly.

"Miss!" He burst into tears.

The hearts of everyone present were lifted.

"It's done! It's done!" He murmured and shouted loudly, "Miss, it's done! We're done!"

The lead clouds in the sky cleared and the sun shone down again.

The light shone on Luo Zixing's face that was full of tears but could not hide his excitement.

He turned sideways.

Under the sun, the rough gravel's broken pottery has a jade color.

Everyone was in an uproar.

They all wanted to squeeze in and take a look, but they didn't dare after looking at Eunuch Wan and the others.

They could only look at Song Jiyun and others in a daze.

Song Daliang was completely confused.

But Eunuch Wan's eyes were straightened, and he stumbled over: "What, what is this?"

Among the rough pottery, there are pure and clear dishes like pearls and jade beside them, which makes people feel ashamed and too delicate to touch them casually.

Compared with Song Daliang's plum vase, the color is warmer and more subtle.

Like flowing frosting.

Regardless of the black and gray soot everywhere around him, Eunuch Wan squatted down and carefully picked up a small bowl.

The sunlight filtered through, making the wall of the bowl as light and transparent as paper, and you could see the shadow of his fingers holding the bowl.

Out of this world.