Enter the Room

  Chapter 137

  In the next few days, Song Daliang's kiln factory produced another kiln. What came out was still blue and white. It is a little better than the previous kiln, with more than 3,000 mud blanks, and more than 20 pieces were fired.

When Zheng Quan got the news, he came here to tell Song Jiyun, and said: "Everyone is discussing in private. If there is no bottom-of-the-box work, who would dare to open a kiln? Seeing Song Daliang like this, let alone bottom-of-box work, I'm afraid It’s because he doesn’t have any ordinary skills. Those local ruffians in Jingdezhen even think that he has nothing to do and is a fat sheep, and they are discussing how to set up a trick to trick him into spending a few taels of money!”

  Song Jiyun is sitting under the warm autumn sun, at his desk painting blue and white flowers for Yuan Yunzhong's tea set.

She put down the paintbrush in her hand, stretched her neck, and said nonchalantly: "If he was reliable, how could he have ruined the old man's Wanguan family wealth back then? That is to say, the old lady still believed in him and thought it was luck that he got to where he is today." No, I still want him to inherit my father's property."

  Zheng Quan was inconvenient to comment on the Song family's affairs. He glanced at the dusty and neatly arranged mud bricks on the table, and said, "Didn't you say that you are burning the tea set? Why do you want to burn the tureen?"

  Song Jiyun sat down again, and said: "People have said that besides the pot, the tea set for making tea also has a cup and a covered bowl. Not to mention that there are bell cups, crabapple cups, horseshoe cups, and chicken bowl cups for tea cups."

  According to what he said, there are so many things, she has to burn six or seventy pieces for him.

  Including the loss of possible burnout, there will be hundreds of pieces.

  She suspected that he was not trying to burn the tea set, but to embarrass her.

  Zheng Quandao: "Does he draw a pattern?"

   "Yes!" Song Jiyun said weakly.

   Otherwise, why would you feel bored?

  The same pattern is repeated more than 300 times, no matter how beautiful the pattern is, it will become ugly!

  However, Song Jiyun didn't just stand there and be beaten passively.

  She is going to be lazy.

   Draw one every day!

  He waits as long as he can, but if he can’t wait, he can burn as many as he can!

  Will Yuan Yunzhong eat her up?

  Song Jiyun hummed twice, and asked the little maid serving beside him: "Do you know what Mr. Yuan is doing?"

  She was reluctant to ask about Yuan Yunzhong's whereabouts in the past, lest the more she knew, the more unclear she would be. But as the two became more and more familiar, she would occasionally ask Yuan Yunzhong where he was at home.

  The little maid pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Young Master Yuan and Young Master Shao are fishing by the lake."

  Dare to feel that she is working hard here, and he is leisurely beside her.

   Song Jiyun suddenly didn't want to draw anymore.

   Zheng Quan saw it, scratched his head and thought for a long time before he could hold back a sentence: "Fortunately, Mr. Yuan's painting is only a few strokes."

   Song Jiyun couldn't laugh or cry.

  A young man ran in and reported, "Master Wang sent someone over, saying that he has something important to see you."

  Song Jiyun changed his clothes and went to the hall.

  The person who came to deliver the message was an attendant next to Master Wang, and there was no one in Liang County that he didn't know.

   According to his request, the two went to the warm pavilion next to the hall to talk.

"Miss Song should have heard about the smuggling case of Prince Ning, who has been making a lot of noise recently, right?" Even if there was no one in the warm pavilion, he lowered his voice as if he was afraid of being heard, "Our lord got very accurate information. According to the news, the porcelain smuggled by King Ning has been confirmed to have flowed out of our Jingdezhen. In order to find out from whom it flowed out, the governor and the inspector will search all the kilns in Jingdezhen."

   Song Jiyun frowned.

"What our lord means is that no matter who is unlucky enough to do this dirty work for King Ning, if we really want to search it, I am afraid that everyone will be unlucky!" The voice of the entourage was even quieter, "Our lord just wants to send a few Invite all the bosses in Jingdezhen who can talk to each other to discuss and come up with an idea."

  Song Jiyun felt that this was unreliable. The building will fall, and few people can save others regardless of their own safety.

  If the governor of Jiangxi and the inspector of Jiangxi really want to use this to make something happen, with the status of the master of the king, there is no way to keep anyone.

   Even the magistrate of Jiang County, eight out of ten, does not have such power.

  However, it is a good thing that everyone can unite. She deserves to be there.

  Song Jiyun did not hesitate, and said: "Attend to be sent by Lord Wang."

  The attendant immediately relaxed when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "The villain is waiting for Miss Song at Xiling Biezhuang."

   Song Jiyun was a little surprised.

  Xiling Biezhuang is also a very famous place in Liang County. It was built beside Xianghu Lake, covering an area of ​​more than 40 mu. It is the property of the government. It is specially used to entertain officials coming and going. Not only the scenery is good there, the food is good, and the servants who serve are more alert than other places. For the sake of face, the local wealthy and gentry will try their best to entertain guests at Xiling Biezhuang, and they have to ask Master Wang for help on weekdays.

   But there's only one bad thing there.

  Xiang Lake is located in the eastern suburbs of Liang County, more than 20 miles away from the county seat of Liang County.

  She thought of Yuan Yunzhong's carriage, promised with a smile, and sent the entourage out.

  Unexpectedly, when she turned back, she saw Yuan Yunzhong sitting on the teacher's chair where she sat before, curiously playing with the brushes and clay on the table.

  Seeing Song Jiyun coming in, he raised his head and said, "Is someone from the county government?"

  The sun shone on his sapphire-blue calamus-patterned brocade gown, reflecting off his fair face that shone like jade.

  Song Jiyun was stunned for a moment, not sure if it was because of his outstanding appearance, or because he got the news so quickly.

   "Master Wang is the person around me." Since he knew it, she had no intention of hiding it, not to mention that this kind of news has always been deceiving, even if she wanted to conceal it, she couldn't hide it. But as for why she came here, she certainly wouldn't say it casually.

Yuan Yunzhong didn't ask, but pointed to the two small sweet white porcelain saucers stained with gray paint, and said, "Didn't you say you want to try to draw two rock red (aluminum red) teacups? Same?"

   "Before the paint is burned out, it looks almost the same!" Song Jiyun sat on the grand master's chair opposite him.

  Yuan Yunzhong looked at the two small paint dishes carefully, and said: "Doesn't it mean that laymen can't tell the difference between them at all?"

  Song Jiyun smiled and said: "Don't talk about laymen, even ordinary apprentices can't tell the difference when they first start learning the art."

  Yuan Yunzhong listened, but became interested instead, he said "Oh", and said: "Which plate is blue and white? Which one is alum red?"

   Then he squinted at Song Jiyun and said, "I'll help you draw a few when I have time!"

   Looks a bit disgusted.

Seeing this, Song Jiyun rolled his eyes and said, "However, it's not that simple to draw patterns on porcelain. It's all gray when painted on clay. But when the paint is fired, it needs to be different in depth and light in order to create a beautiful pattern." Come."

  Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her, dipped his head in the paint, and outlined a Maitreya Buddha in two or three strokes.

  After finishing the painting, I glanced at it again, as if saying: Look, is it that difficult?

  Song Jiyun raised his eyebrows secretly: "Do you want to leave a mark on the mud? This is a pattern you drew yourself!"

  Yuan Yunzhong did not say a word, and drew Maitreya Buddha seriously.

  The straight eyelashes like a grove hang down like clusters of tree needles.

   Beautiful! Just too proud.

  Song Jiyun said regretfully in his heart.

  But I heard Yuan Yunzhong's almost inaudible "hmm".

  (end of this chapter)