Enter the room 2

Chapter 85
In Song Daliang's study.

The asparagus bamboo on the coffee table is weak and weak, as if it can't hold clothes.

Song Daliang walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

His close servant, Dafu, ran in panting, and said anxiously: "My lord, I found out. The kiln was opened, and only five of the [-] pieces of sacrificial white porcelain were produced. Most of them were burnt. Experienced masters said that it was because of uneven heating. This time Luo Zixing was pecked by an eagle and missed."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Song Daliang danced happily after hearing this, sat on the grand teacher's chair, and asked enthusiastically, "What else? What else?"

Dafu took a breath, and continued: "It's only six days before the delivery, and Miss Yun was in such a hurry that she begged high prices for the clay of the white porcelain, and even sent someone back to find the second wife to open the box and bring some calligraphy and paintings over. Everyone is spreading the word in private, saying that it is for the public use of Dian Wangong.”

"Very good, very good!" Song Daliang smiled happily, stood up excitedly and walked a few steps in the room, suddenly stopped and told Dafu, "Go, prepare the car for me, I'll go see my good niece!"

Dafu hurriedly prepared a car for Song Daliang.

Song Daliang hummed a ditty all the way to the kiln factory.

He was stopped at the gate of the kiln.

Song Daliang was not annoyed, he got off the mule cart and walked around. When Song Jiyun came to greet him, he still had the heart to complain to Song Jiyun: "Why is it so dusty everywhere?"

As he spoke, he also grabbed the leaves of the big tree: "You don't even flush it with water, that's how you usually manage things? When your father was here, the kiln factory wasn't so sloppy."

Song Jiyun didn't bother to talk to him and invited him to the hall.

He picked up the furnishings in the hall again: "Look at this ancient shelf, who still uses black lacquer now, but everyone uses gold and red lacquer. And this Chengchen is still the Arhat picture ten years ago, you can't Do you want to change..."

Song Jiyun didn't say anything, just sat beside him and let him chatter.

After finally waiting for the little girl to serve tea, he sat down, drinking tea, and talking to Song Jiyun: "I heard that you presided over the burning of a kiln, and the things that were burned were not good, and they were all smashed?"

Song Jiyun did not deliberately hide this news.

She said: "Fortunately! The reason has been found, and the next kiln should be fine."

"Next kiln?!" Song Daliang laughed after hearing this, "Niece, are you sure you can start another kiln?"

"How does uncle say that?" Song Jiyun's pupils shrank when he heard this.

Song Daliang flinched, but soon straightened his chest again, his small eyes revealed a bit of greed, "My niece, I think you might as well give me the order from the Imperial Kiln Factory! You are busy these days When I started the kiln factory, I’m afraid I didn’t know it, but I opened a kiln factory!”

Song Jiyun was very surprised.

Her great uncle, since he lost all his ancestral property, would rather seek relief from her father than find a decent job if he had no money. How could he suddenly open a kiln?
And brazenly snatching orders from the Royal Kiln Factory from her!
The sacrificial white porcelain that their family is now firing for the Imperial Kiln Factory uses her father's secret recipe!
And why did he think that taking the order from the Royal Kiln Factory from her would produce sacrificial white porcelain?
Song Jiyun re-examined her uncle.

"You bought the white porcelain clay on the market!" She said, "The kiln workers who left my kiln also went to you!"

Song Daliang looked at her, and said triumphantly: "My niece, I'm in business. I can buy the clay for white porcelain in advance. The kiln workers in your kiln factory are willing to follow me. That's my skill." .It's your father, "

When he said this, his tone paused for a while, and then he said: "I like to play tricks since I was a child. What special mud? It's just jade mud from Dehua, Fujian! We were all deceived by your father!"

"No, once your father passed away, and your family didn't have a son to inherit the family business, didn't you just tell us about it?
"Niece, this one, you have to trust your fate!

"Your father doesn't have this fate, and you don't have this fate. The Song family's kiln factory should be developed in my hands, and the sesame seeds will bloom steadily and grow to a higher level!"

He was flushed and looked smug.

Song Jiyun looked at him coldly.

As soon as the word "yuni" came out, she knew that Song Daliang had obtained her father's secret recipe for worshiping white porcelain.

Because there is no such thing as "jade mud" in this world.

This is the name her father gave to her family's sacrificial white porcelain clay, and it is the private name of the burning sacrificial white porcelain workshop.

It was her father's way of confusing the public in order to keep the secret recipe.

People outside didn't even know that the clay used for sacrificial white porcelain was called by her father's name.

But how did he get the secret recipe?

Her father didn't even tell her.

Or she deduced it based on her experience in later generations.

Song Jiyun stared intently at Song Daliang's eyes.

Song Daliang looked at her with a faint smile, and said: "My daughter should learn to embroider, cook, and manage kilns at home. It's really immoral!"

"Really?" Song Jiyun confronted him, "But this jade mud is my father's secret recipe, where did uncle get it from?"

Song Daliang said rascally: "Is this the recipe of our Song family?"

Song Jiyun smiled: "It doesn't matter if uncle doesn't admit it. It's just that I can't eat the order from the imperial kiln factory, and you can't get it either!"

She shouted "Zheng Quan" loudly: "See off the guests!"

Song Daliang's blood rushed to the top of his head immediately.

He stood up with a groan, and sternly said: "Song Jiyun, don't toast and eat fine wine! There is no jade clay, let me see how you burn the sacrificial white porcelain!"

Song Jiyun turned a deaf ear and served tea.

Zheng Quan led people in and took him out.

"Song Jiyun, you are unkind, so don't blame me for being unrighteous!" Song Daliang, who was dragged out, continued to yell, "Even if you cry and beg at that time, don't expect me to answer you!"

Someone blocked Song Daliang's mouth.

The hall finally fell silent.

But Song Daliang's words still affected everyone's emotions.

Zheng Quan even said in a low voice: "Miss, I will go to the master's kiln tonight. Even if he sleeps with clay in his arms, I can steal a piece of it."

Song Jiyun squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and said with a sneer, "You can check his kiln for me first."

See if things are as she expected.

Zheng Quan responded and left.

But Song Daliang's words spread in the kiln factory.

The people in the Jibai Porcelain Workshop were okay, but the people in the other workshops began to panic, and some even began to blame the masters and relatives of those who resigned: "What a shame! Learned the craft to deal with the boss, spread the word. How are you guys doing!"

Jingdezhen is not big, and the kiln workers are inextricably linked.

This matter soon spread throughout the major kilns.

Everyone reacted differently, saying everything.

　Happy holidays everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)