Enter the room 2

Chapter 80
Flower sedan chairs are carried by everyone.

Song Jiyun simply saved face for Grandpa Song Shishi.

She sighed: "Today's matter is also because I didn't think carefully. I didn't expect that grandma would object to funding the family to run a private school. In order to avoid future twists and turns, I think it's better to take advantage of the present and hand over the keys to the original third uncle's house to the family. The family. Then I will pay some money to renovate the house and make it look like a serious academy."

In this way, the doors of their house and Song Sanliang's house were not sealed, but bricked to death.

After all, it will be the clan's property in the future.

Of course, the clan elders said "good" together.

Grandpa Song Shiyi couldn't help but take a deep look at Song Jiyun, and rejoiced that he joined hands with her again.

A girl's family, with such a structure, will surely achieve great things.

He then discussed with everyone: "In a few days it will be April [-]th of Youliang, the people in the clan have received such a big favor from their house, should all the boys in the clan come to offer incense to Youliang?"

On April [-], the nephew presided over the sacrifice.

If all the men in the clan could come to worship Song Youliang, outsiders would only think that Song Youliang was respected by the juniors in the clan, and Song Youliang must be a generous elder.

It will make Song Youliang's room highly regarded by others in the future.

"Should, should!" Several clan elders said repeatedly, and someone gave an idea, "When the clan studies start to develop, you have to erect a monument for Youliang."

Song Jiyun is a person who believes that "a tree is beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy it".

She hurriedly said: "It is a monument that should be erected. However, all the elders also contributed their efforts, so it should be engraved on the monument."

Some people don't love money, but few people can not love fame, especially this kind of people who may leave their names on the genealogy.

Several clan elders pretended to decline, but they were all thinking about how to erect the monument.

Song Jiyun saw that the fire was almost ready, and it was getting late, so he left a few clansmen for dinner.

The elders of the clan thought about the orphans and widows in their house, and it was not easy for them to leave food, so they refused politely, but they couldn't stand Qian's wanting Yuan Yun to show off, so they hurriedly said: "It's okay! With Mr. Yuan as your companion, the clan elders must not be polite."

Master Song Shiyi thought of Yuan Yunzhong's way of being a child of a family, so he responded "yes" repeatedly, and said: "Mr. Yuan came from Suzhou and Hangzhou anyway, and has seen the world. It's just a good time to ask him what he thinks he is. I don’t know a good Mr. sitting in the hall.”

He wants to gradually marginalize Grandpa Song Jiu!
Song Jiyun thought for a while, but he didn't stop him. He arranged for Steward Wu to serve by her side, and she helped Qian back to Qian's yard.

Her two younger sisters, Song Jiyu and Song Jixue, were doing needlework accompanied by their respective nurses in charge.

Song Jiyun discussed with Qian: "Taking this opportunity, hire a husband for them. Needlework is of course important, and reading and literacy should not be lost."

There was also an old boy in the family before, but when he got older, he couldn't find a suitable one after returning to his hometown, so the homework of the two of them was delayed like this. "

She also asked her two younger sisters: "Are you interested in learning how to make porcelain with me?"

Even if you don't learn anything and get in touch with more things, you can become more courageous.

Song Jiyu shook his head, and said shyly, "Sister, I'll help mother at home."

She is fourteen years old, with a slender figure, an oval face, and gentle eyes.

When speaking in a soft voice, his personality is most like Qian's, quite soft.

Song Jixue was more lively, and immediately said: "Sister, I will learn."

Song Jiyun felt that this kind of thing should not be forced.

She stroked her sister's soft hair and said, "Then I'll arrange for a little master to enlighten you first. When you have learned a little bit, come with me to the porcelain factory."

Qian looked at the three daughters with a smile, said nothing, but was very relieved in her heart.

The experience of these days made her understand that even if a girl is raised in a deep boudoir, she must be smart and powerful in order not to be bullied.

If Song Jiyun hadn't been in their room, they would have been eaten to the bone by those people, let alone being complimented by the elders of the clan like today.

After the mother and daughter talked for a while, Song Jiyun went back to the room to wash and change clothes.

But she didn't stay idle either, instead she plunged into the slate house in the back garden of her yard and dismantled the compass to pieces.

Madam Zheng came to ask her to have dinner at Mrs. Qian's, but she answered and answered. After procrastinating for a while, she went to Mrs. Qian's absent-mindedly for dinner, and immediately went back to the slate house, fiddling with Her mud.

When Yuan Yunzhong came, he happened to see her drawing billets.

The turntable seemed to be spinning slowly, but it was spinning very fast, and small arhat cups took shape in her hands.

She looked up at Yuan Yunzhong.

He is rarely seen wearing a real purple plain hang silk gown.

True purple is extremely rich and gorgeous, like the color of flowers blooming and about to wither. Few people dress well—either it looks like it’s splashed with big sauce, or it’s sloppy and dull. Only Yuan Yunzhong wears it well. Like Wei Zi in full bloom, it makes his face like a crown jade, graceful and gorgeous, like pearls and jade on his side.

She paused, and the cup collapsed, and it seemed to be useless.

Song Jiyun quickly collected his thoughts, and said, "Why are you here at this time? Have all the guests left?"

"Let's go!" Yuan Yunzhong said, walked over and sat on the spring bench next to the turntable, and said, "What are you doing?"

He flicked up the corner of his clothes, and the ornaments tied on the leather ball flower belt with real purple gold thread quietly fell down.

A pure white jade pendant, a cherry pink purse, a yellow seal, and a jet-black Sinan the size of a walnut are mixed in it.

The five consecutive palace lanterns illuminated the slate house as bright as day, and shone on his body, and also shone on the corners of his slightly raised eyes. In those dark eyes, they were so deep that they seemed to be able to suck people's souls in.

Song Jiyun's heart skipped a beat.

"Make a cup." She hurriedly said, looking down at the clay in her hand, "What do you want?"

"It's nothing!" Yuan Yunzhong broke off a small piece of kaolin and said, "Why are you making a cup?"

Song Jiyun didn't want to tell her, so he carefully placed the muddy cup on the wooden board next to him, and raised his head.

Only then did she realize that Yuan Yunzhong's hair seemed to be wet.

Did he see off the guests at home and come here after freshening up?
"It's nothing." She said, "I just want to make a few cups for tea."

Yuan Yunzhong let out an "oh", stood up suddenly, looked around her, and even grabbed the jewelry hanging from his waist and shook it, making a sound of gold and jade.

"What are you going to draw?" He asked casually, "Landscapes, flowers and birds, or figures? Apart from cups, do you know how to make pots? A pot like purple clay? I think that kind of pot is quite interesting?"

When he went to see Song Jiyun, he found that she had lowered her head again at some point and continued to hold the mud in her hand.

"I'm going to burn monochrome celadon." She turned back to him without raising her head, "I brought some celadon from the kiln. I'll show you when I burn it out. If you like it, you can choose a few." Bring back."

Yuan Yunzhong tilted his head, looked at her steadily for a while, then got up suddenly, and walked away.

Song Jiyun raised his head when he heard the movement, and looked at his retreating back, but he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

What on earth is he here for?
She was confused, but she had more important things to do, so she decided to finish what she was doing.

But when she turned the dial again, she couldn't help but start to replay what happened just now, wondering why Yuan Yunzhong came here.

The kaolin clay in his hand was soft into a ball of mud that could not be molded.

She opened her eyes.

He seemed to have a walnut-sized Sinan hanging from his waist just now!

(End of this chapter)