Enter the room 2

Chapter 83
Song Jiyun was very surprised.

The clay used for sacrificial white porcelain is so unique that no other kiln in Jingdezhen can use it.

She said: "Have you found out who sold the mud?"

"No!" Zhou Zheng said anxiously, "I was afraid of wasting time, so I didn't dare to spend more time investigating. Then I contacted several companies, but they didn't have the mud we wanted, so I hurried back."

When Song Jiyun’s father was alive, many people in the kiln wanted to know how their sacrificial white porcelain was fired. Buying the master of the kiln with a lot of money was already the most common and low-end method. What follows their family’s list Purchasing raw materials, tracking his father's whereabouts, trying to steal the burnt pieces of Jibai porcelain to analyze the composition formula, and even graciously visiting their family to marry their relatives... only you can't think of it, there is nothing they can't do.

After seven or eight years like this, they still failed to decipher the firing method of the Song family's sacrificial white porcelain, and her uncle always claimed that the sacrificial white porcelain was a secret recipe handed down from the Song family and would not let her daughter take it away. Gradually disappeared.

Why did her father appear again after leaving?

Song Jiyun told Zhou Zheng: "Now you can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. You can think of a way and urge that shop to bring the mud over as soon as possible. We will recognize how much it costs."

Zhou Zheng responded and hurried away.

Zheng Quan said in a low voice: "Miss, do you want to find out who is doing the trick?"

Song Youliang passed away, and a 17-year-old girl took over the Songjia kiln factory. The managers and owners of all the kiln factories in Jingdezhen were watching her.

There are those who wait and see, those who gloat, and those who are ready to take advantage of the fire.

Song Jiyun sneered, and said: "Who cares who he is? Whoever dares to swim in the puddle of water in our house, don't even think about getting out!"

Zheng Quan had always trusted her, so he didn't ask any more questions after hearing the words, and hurried to the kiln with Song Jiyun.

Master Xiang and the others got the news early on that there was something wrong with Zhou Zheng's mud.

They hula la waited anxiously at the gate of the kiln with a large group of people.

Seeing Song Jiyun's mule cart, he immediately surrounded it, calling "Miss".

The mule cart stopped, Song Jiyun carried a brown paper bag, and lifted the curtain to come out.

Luo Zixing hurriedly helped her out of the car.

Song Jiyun said: "Go and call Gu Qing. We will talk in the hall. From now on, Gu Qing will be responsible for the glaze on the white porcelain."

When Lu Qing lost to Song Li at the beginning, one was his age and the other was his status - Song Li was a child of the Song family, and when it came to craftsmanship, Gu Qing had grown stronger than blue in the past few years. Everyone was very convinced by this arrangement .

But what they lack now is not the master of glaze, but the clay for sacrificial white porcelain!

Xiang Yang hurriedly said: "Miss, when will the mud come?"

Song Jiyun walked in, and said to everyone: "Do you know that my father has been firing new porcelain?"

"I know!" Xiang Yang's eyes twitched.

Song Youliang burns new porcelain all year round, but there are very few techniques that can be really used.

Song Jiyun said with a smile: "I rearranged the things left by my father in the past few days and burned some new things. This time, I will use new skills to sacrifice white porcelain!"

"Ah!" Even though he had expected it, Xiang Yang couldn't help but let out an exclamation when he heard her say that, and said, "Then, why don't you try firing a kiln first?"

"Of course." She said, "What about the cups and plates you made of kaolin these days? We will use a new method this time."

Every time Song Youliang burns new porcelain, he tries firing several times.

Luo Zixing couldn't help but said, "I'm afraid I don't have enough time!"

All eyes fell on Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun smiled and said, "Don't worry! We will definitely succeed this time!"

Her eyes twinkled like stars in the morning.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one could think of a better way, and finally accompanied her to the drying room.

The kiln factory was afraid that it would be burnt out, so it prepared three more of each kind according to the quantity required by the imperial kiln factory.

According to her request, all the mud made of kaolin were burnt first.

"Very good!" She nodded with satisfaction.

Gu Qing rushed over.

Everyone in the kiln already knew that Gu Qing had replaced Song Li and would be in charge of the glazing of the sacrificial white porcelain workshop. After everyone congratulated him in private, they had regained their calm in front of Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun handed over the processed green glaze to Gu Qing, and said, "Glaze the sacrificial white porcelain according to the requirements of that day."

Gu Qing didn't have Xiang Yang's worries.

In his opinion, since Song Jiyun has already tested the roast in advance, he will insist on changing the recipe, so he must have full confidence.

People from Song Li's faction, whether they were apprentices or relatives and friends, almost all left the kiln factory, and those who remained were checked and checked, honestly doing some rough work.

Those that Lu Qing brought here were all his apprentices or little masters whom he admired.

He wrapped his leather apron around, and the people he brought had already begun to move in an orderly manner, and when he finished mixing the glaze, Xiang Yang's apprentice had already brought all the clay bricks over.

Song Jiyun smiled and said to Luo Zixing: "It's up to you!"

Luo Zixing really didn't know what to do, so he replied vaguely, and when Gu Qing's side was almost busy, he went to call the master who built the kiln, and started building the kiln.

Song Jiyun rested in the kiln that night.

After all the glazed sacrificial white porcelains were successfully filled into the saggers and put into the kiln, Luo Zixing lit the fire herself, and the kiln was full of smoke, and she felt relieved.

Zheng Quan came over and whispered to her: "Miss, I have found out what happened to the old lady's disturbance. It is said that the uncle and wife of the Zeng family told her. As for who the uncle and wife of the Zeng family listened to, I haven't found out yet. In a few days."

"Then wait for a few days." Song Jiyun always felt that this matter was a bit strange, "It's good to be able to measure it clearly, but it's okay if you can't find out. After all, it's just to make trouble."

Zheng Quan promised.

Song Jiyun still wanted to tell him a few words, but suddenly found that the air around him stagnated, and everyone seemed to be looking at her.

She raised her head in a daze, and saw Yuan Yunzhong wearing a navy blue summer cloth robe with a face like a jade crown, leading Shao Qing over.

"Master Yuan!" She was surprised, "When did you come? Why did you come to the kiln all of a sudden?"

"Second Wife let me take a look!" He responded calmly, and greeted Master Luo, "Is this going to burn new porcelain?"

"Young Master Yuan!" Everyone hurriedly saluted Yuan Yunzhong.

Song Jiyun hurriedly pulled him aside and said, "What happened at home?"

When she left, she greeted Mrs. Qian, and she must have finished firing the porcelain before returning home.

Yuan Yunzhong said unhurriedly: "It's nothing! It's just that the weather has suddenly turned cold these few days. I'm afraid that you will catch cold in the kiln at night. Let me bring you some clothes and silk quilts."

Song Jiyun blinked in confusion.

The kiln has everything!

Even when her father was alive, her mother never gave her father something halfway.

Could it be that her mother was creating opportunities for them to contact again?

Song Jiyun hesitated in embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)