Enter the Room

Song Daliang was unwilling to split his clan, let alone leave his clan. But there were the elders of the Song family in front of him, and the father-in-law Wan behind him. In addition, Song Tao had convinced the Wang family, and the Wang family also felt that it would be better to separate the clans. No matter how unwilling Song Daliang was, no matter how unwilling he was, the kiln factory would still have to rely on the Wang family. He thought again and again about dowry turnover, and finally chose to divide the clan.

Just for the sake of the Song family's dignity, the Song family would not open an ancestral hall until Song Youliang's seventh birthday and officially separate Song Daliang's branch.

Song Daliang was so aggrieved that he sent Master Song Shiyi and others away and ran out to drink wine.

On the other hand, Qian, the second wife of the Song family, was in a brightly lit courtyard, and bursts of cheerful laughter came from the flower hall where she received guests from time to time.

"Is this the new porcelain called 'Tianbai' you mentioned?" Sitting on the Arhat couch, Qian kept looking at the sweet white porcelain flower goblet brought back by Song Jiyun, and sighed happily: "No wonder Eunuch Wan I ordered it to be made into new sacrificial white porcelain! It is really bright, clean and elegant, and looks better than the white porcelain made by the master!"

Song Jiyun, who was sitting on her left, smiled and pointed to several sweet white porcelain rouge boxes on the couch table: "Those are for you and your sisters. They are a little thinner than this one. Do you like them?" I can cook you something else next time.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Qian put down the ink pad box in her hand and asked Aunt Zheng to pick out a sweet white porcelain rouge box for Song Jiyu and Song Jixue. She said, "The rest will be sent to my warehouse. I will give them as a holiday gift then." Go to a house like Prince Ning’s Mansion, Prince Huai’s Mansion, or the Royal Master’s Office.”

It can also be regarded as a promotion for their new white porcelain.

"Then there's no need to deprive us of the jade and snow we have accumulated." Song Jiyun smiled and said, "Who do you want to give it to and what do you want to give it to? I will just burn another kiln in two days."

Ask Aunt Zheng to divide the rouge box as usual.

Song Jiuxue held a rouge box and threw herself into Song Jiyun's arms. She looked up and asked her happily with a baby-fat face, "Then we no longer have to worry about who will rob our kiln factory?"

"Yeah!" Song Jiyun responded, touching his little sister's head lovingly.

These days, she was only focused on preserving the property left by her father, and forgot to appease her two younger sisters.

She also smiled at Song Jiyu, who was sitting opposite.

Song Jiyu said shyly, "Thank you, eldest sister."

Qian looked at it with slightly astringent eyes, thinking how great it would be if Song Youliang was here.

She lowered her head and forced back her tears. Then she worried about Song Jiyun and said, "Your uncle has suffered such a big loss of being mute. He will definitely not let it go. How did the formula of 'Jade Clay' come about?" If you go out, I’m afraid you have to check it out carefully. Even I don’t know this recipe!”

Song Jiuyun thought so too.

"Don't worry," she reassured Qian, "I know what's going on."

Mrs. Qian nodded and said with emotion: "Your uncle is self-defeating. If it weren't for his mischief, you wouldn't have taken the risk to make new porcelain, nor would you have kept the order from the imperial kiln factory, causing him to lose all his money!"

At this point, she clasped her hands together, recited "Amitabha", and said, "Fortunately, with the blessing of Bodhisattva, all my wishes have come true!"

Song Jiyun thought of Yuan Yunzhong.

Ever since she decided to take over the Song family kiln factory, she has been hesitating whether to bake sweet white porcelain.

Judging from the experience of later generations, it was the emergence of sweet white porcelain that led to the later doucai and pastel porcelain.

If Yuan Yunzhong hadn't told her that time in the kiln that Arhat pictures were no longer popular outside but had begun to respect Guanyin statues, and their family was not good at Guanyin paintings and Guanyin porcelain statues. If they didn't improve, they would be eliminated sooner or later, and she wouldn't have I will make up my mind to make new porcelain.

It's just that it's hard for her to say this to Qian.

Her mother had always hoped that she would have more contact with Yuan Yunzhong. If she said this, she would be throwing herself into a trap.

It was even worse to tell Yuan Yunzhong.

Afraid that he would become complacent.

However, Qian's words also reminded her.

She said: "Tomorrow the master from Baoen Temple will come to discuss with you the sacrifice of my father Qiqi. I will not participate. I have to go to Hong Mansion tomorrow."

Now that the kiln matter has come to an end, she should go and thank Mr. Hong in person.

She told Qian about the mud.

Mrs. Qian was so angry that she scolded Song Daliang, and then said to her: "Mother Zheng, Wu and I are in charge of the family affairs. Just go and do your business."

He also asked with concern: "Do you want me to help prepare a thank you gift? It's easy to talk about other things. The farm sent two baskets of early-ripening autumn oranges a few days ago. How about you send them all to the Hong family! If you want to eat, I will give them to you." Deliver it from the farm."

Their early-ripening autumn oranges are very sour, but they are just called "early".

Song Jiyun didn't like to eat, so she didn't think of giving it away.

However, sometimes the courtesy is light but the affection is heavy, and sending two baskets of autumn oranges is more intimate.

But she still said to Qian: "You can just go about your business with peace of mind. I will discuss the thank you gift with Manager Wu."

Qian didn't force herself anymore. When she saw Song Jiuxue yawning quietly, she simply urged Song Jiyun to take a rest early: "The things at the kiln factory are not serious. You should take the opportunity to have a good rest."

Song Jiyun felt that there were endless things to do, but there was no need to let Qian know about these.

The mother and daughter said a few personal words, and Song Jiyun stood up to say goodbye.

Outside the yard, the moonlight is melting, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the night breeze is gentle.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but squeeze the little Simon in the purse at his waist.

Since Eunuch Wan left, she has been busy with the orders for the imperial kiln factory, so much so that when Yuan Yunzhong came over, she was not able to say a few words to him properly.

I don’t know what the Yuan Yun Center is thinking?

Song Jiuyun thought about it and went to Yinyu Hall.

The dim yellow light in the study warmly shines through the windows covered with silver-red plain soft smoke, and falls softly on the bluestone floor tiles in front of the windows.

Shao Qing was startled when he opened the door. He politely let her in and asked with concern, "Why are you here? But what happened?"

Only then did Song Jiyun realize that only the study light was on in Yinyu Hall.

Everyone else should have taken a break.

She was about to refuse and prepare to come back tomorrow when Yuan Yunzhong walked out wearing a moon-white fine sermon robe.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

The moonlight shrouded his body, making his already handsome face look even more noble.

Song Jiyun thought that since the people in Yin Yutang had been alerted, he simply walked in with the hairpin.

She and Yuan Yunzhong sat down in the study.

There are still water marks left on the blue and white porcelain pen on the desk.

Was he practicing calligraphy before she came?

Song Jiuyun took one look at it, then took out a peach red Hangzhou silk purse embroidered with tender yellow magnolia flowers from his sleeve, and handed it to Yuan Yunzhong: "I was thinking that I also have an agarwood-carved Pisces pendant at home, so I can make a fan pendant for Mr. Yuan. "

Yuan Yunzhong's dark eyes stared at her intently.

Her reflection reflected in the flickering candlelight also contained an unmistakable confusion.

Song Jiyun coughed uncomfortably and said warmly: "If it weren't for your fire, Sweet White Porcelain wouldn't have burned so smoothly. I promised to open the kiln with you, but I couldn't keep my promise. It's my fault. Still. I wish you the best, Mr. Haihan."