Enter the Room

   Shao Qing was stunned.

  Yuan Yunzhong studied with his grandfather Mr. Jinghu since he was a child, and he didn't return to Yuan's house until he was ten years old. Then he studied with his uncle. But whether it was Mr. Jinghu or Yuan Yunzhong's uncle, they had already retired when they taught him to read, and did not accept other students.

  If one can be called a classmate, that is Yuan Yunzhong’s junior high school. Mr. Jinghu felt that he did not have the friendship of a classmate, and he was afraid that he would suffer in the officialdom, so he sent him to Heshan Academy to study. As a result, Yuan Yunzhong felt uncomfortable after studying for three months, and he was unwilling to return to Yuan's house, so he simply quit.

  Although they were also named in the gold list, it is still a pity for Yuan and Wang to fail to enter the top three.

  He took the letter and muttered, "Could it be someone from Heshan Academy? How did he find this place?"

  The envelope is made of kraft paper, with a red and gold note in the middle. There is no title or signature, but red paint is used on the seal.

  He handed the letter to Yuan Yunzhong, and grabbed the person who sent the copper coins to the messenger: "Thank you for your hard work, have a cup of tea."

   "Master Shao is too polite!" The yamen servant happily greeted Shao Qing politely, but Shao Qing was taken aback—Yuan Yunzhong's face suddenly turned as cold as ice, and he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"What are you going to do?" Shao Qing didn't care to greet the yamen servant, and walked up to Fu Yuan Yunzhong in three steps at a time. "The doctor said that you are going to rest for a few days. Tell me if you have anything to do." That's it. Do you want tea or a book?"

  Perhaps because he got up too quickly, Yuan Yunzhong pushed Shao Qing's hand away, but his body staggered a little, and thin sweat broke out on his forehead.

  Shao Qing became even more nervous, and helped his arm: "Lie down, lie down quickly. I'll come if you need anything, I'll come!"

  Yuan Yunzhong pushed his arm away and stood firmly, his jet-black eyes shone brightly like ice in the sun, his expression was extremely stern, and the temperature in the room seemed to be a little colder than before.

  Shao Qing couldn't help shivering, only to realize that the letter sent by the yamen servant just now had been torn apart by Yuan Yunzhong at some point, clenched into a ball, and held tightly in his hand.

  His eyes fell on the letter, hesitantly called "Young Master", and said, "Yes, what happened?"

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't speak, and his paint-like eyes became deeper.

  Shao Qing subconsciously held his breath.

Yuan Yunzhong sat on the bed slowly, smoothed the envelope slowly, stuffed the letter back into the envelope, stroked the lines of the envelope gently, and said in a gentle voice: "You just said that Miss Song and Master Yan Are they going to visit those workshops that burn new blue and white flowers?"

  Shao Qing's hairs stood on end.

   Such Yuan Yunzhong is like the sea before the storm, it seems calm, but once the calm is broken, the sea waves will crash into the shore, roaring and devouring the earth.

  He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and whispered: "Xiangzan said so."

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded, and said: "Ms. Song not only brought the tonic, but also the side dishes made by myself. The courtesy is light and the person is more important. You go to thank Ms. Song yourself."

   Didn't you say you want to buy some glass bottles for Boss Song?

   Wouldn't it be more sincere to thank Boss Song after the glass bottle arrived?

  Shao Qing hesitated for a moment.

  Yuan Yunzhong had already slashed at him with a look as sharp as a knife, making him swallow no matter how many words he had.

  Anyway, Yuan Yunzhong has blatantly dismissed him more than once.

What's more, even the old man praised their son in private for being "scheming and decisive". Qian, everything must follow Yuan Yunzhong's orders.

  Shao Qing nodded immediately and said, "I'm going to see Miss Song right away."

  Yuan Yunzhong looked pale.

  Shao Qing ran away quickly.

  He didn't know which workshops caught Song Jiyun's eyes, so he first went to Song's house on the other side of Zhushan, and met Zheng Quan.

  Zheng Quan was helping Song Jiyun guard the small porcelain kiln. Although he didn't know Song Jiyun's whereabouts, he asked Mr. Wu to accompany him to find out where Song Jiyun was.

  Knowing that Song Jiyun was working in Wu's workshop, Manager Wu rushed over with him.

   But one step too late.

   Song Jiyun and his party went to Wang's workshop.

  They arrived at Wang's workshop, but the people in Wang's workshop said that Song Jiyun had left and went to Master Yan's house.

  In the warm spring, a group of old men are drinking tea and laughing under the flower trees, but there is no Song Jiyun.

  Shao Qing frowned.

  Master Yan hurriedly said: "On the way, a woman stopped Boss Song, saying that it was a painting of the eight treasures of Buddhism passed down from his ancestors, and she wanted to see Boss Song. I asked my son to accompany Boss Song to the woman's house."

   Shao Qing couldn't laugh or cry, and was accompanied by the housekeeper of the Yan family to the woman's house.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, he saw Song Jiyun begged by a thirty-year-old woman wiping her tears: "Boss Song, I know my skills are nothing among men, but I'm not a widow who is unemployed. There is a solution, do you want to ask for a meal? I am willing to learn and endure hardships. Can you let me work as a kiln worker in your kiln factory? Or you can introduce me to someone else. I just ask for a meal, Just don’t starve the three kids to death.”

Uncle Yan next to him was full of helplessness. Due to the difference between men and women, it is not okay to step forward to pull, or not to pull, and persuaded: "We run a kiln factory, and this painter is not good enough. Even if you want to feed yourself, you can eat it." No way! If you can really endure hardships, there are so many jobs in Jingdezhen, why can't you support yourself? Why bother to catch Boss Song and complain?"

Song Jiyun also said: "The people in the kiln rely on their craftsmanship to eat. I can't break the rules just because I sympathize with you. Otherwise, what's the point of those master craftsmen spending ten or twenty years trying their best to learn a good craft?" What's the point?"

  The woman stopped Song Jiyun from leaving: "You are also a woman, and you know women's hardships, so you can't just ignore death!"

   Song Jiyun was a little unhappy.

Shao Qing couldn't listen any longer, and called out "Boss Song" in a high voice, and said, "You can make it easy for me to find you for a while. Master Yan is waiting for your decision. You can go there quickly, and you can wait for things here." It's not too late to discuss."

   Song Jiyun was really relieved.

  It's not that she doesn't want to help these women who are willing to save themselves, she just doesn't like such moral kidnapping.

  She also had the idea that she would be able to recruit some female workers in the future.

   "I'm sorry." Song Jiyun said, "I can't recruit you to be a painter in the Songjia Kiln Factory. If you must be a painter, you'd better ask a master and practice painting for a few years before you talk."

  The woman still wanted to give up, but Uncle Yan blocked it, and Shao Qing pressed on her numb acupuncture point again, and several people were able to escape.

  Shao Qing asked Song Jiyun: "Why don't you bring a few servants or guards with you? It's easy to escape when you encounter such a thing."

  Uncle Yan didn't wait for Song Jiyun to speak, and said: "There are kiln workers everywhere in Jingdezhen, who would have thought that they would meet such a person?"

  Song Jiyun sighed, and said: "Fortunately, it only took some time, and no one who could help was missed."

  A strange feeling flashed in Shao Qing's heart, and he asked curiously, "Has this woman been pestering you for a long time?"

"That's not it!" Master Yan shook his head when he heard the words, "Kneeling and begging, he insisted on asking Boss Song to come to her house to have a look. It was also Boss Song who was soft-hearted, and followed him, and told her carefully about the problems of her painter. If there are any deficiencies, tell her who she can worship as a teacher if she wants to be a painter. If she meets someone else, she will leave long ago."

  Women's survival is inherently difficult, Song Jiyun doesn't want to spoil the impression of a kiln owner like Master Yan because of this woman, if she can try to get a woman to work in the kiln factory in the future, it will just increase resistance. She changed the subject and asked Shao Qing: "Why are you here? But what's the matter with Mr. Yuan?"

  Shao Qing explained his intention.

   "What's the matter. Mr. Yuan is too polite." Song Jiyun smiled and asked about Yuan Yunzhong's condition.

  Shao Qing naturally said "yes".

Song Jiyun also told him: "If the kimchi and sour bamboo shoots are still to Mr. Yuan's taste, you tell me, and I will pickle him a little more. If Mr. Yuan wants to eat something, you can also ask someone to come to your house and tell me. I am A native of Jingdezhen is better known than you.”

  Shao Qing thanked him, and sent Song Jiyun to Yan's house with greetings, and then returned to the Yamen.

  Who knew Yuan Yunzhong had disappeared.

   Changed the content of the previous chapter, a bit late...