Enter the Room

  Chapter 68

  Before meeting the man in black, Song Jiyun might try to convince Yuan Yunzhong.

   But now, she only hopes that she will stop making trouble with him.

She sat beside him with a smile, and joked: "Persuade Mr. Yuan?! I'm afraid I'm powerless! You are so powerful that you can't be subdued, and you are so rich that you can't be lewd. I only have a few taels of silver by my side. It's really hard to impress Mr. Yuan .”

  Yuan Yunzhong's hand holding the tea paused.

  Song Jiyun made up his mind to commit a crime instead of schooling, and smiled more sincerely, saying: "I'll go to Song Li's place to see later, Mr. Yuan, do you want to rest in the elegant room for a while?"

  Yuan Yunzhong said: "Aren't you going to interrogate the thief?"

   "You can't use lynching, what's the point of trial?" Song Jiyun shook his head.

  Yuan Yunzhong looked at her unabashedly, with suspicion on his face.

  Song Jiyun pursed his lips and smiled, and stood up: "I'm going to Song Li's place!"

  Yuan Yunzhong took a sip of tea slowly.

  Song Li has already checked the person on duty last night: "No one left the post, no one violated the rules, and I don't even know how the thief got in!"

  He said distressedly: "How about leaving this matter to Brother Zheng Quan?"

  Song Jiyun thought it over and said: "I have other things for him to do, and the safety of the kiln is temporarily entrusted to you. I will take the thief back to the county later."

  Song Li seemed to disagree, but he didn't say anything.

  When Zheng Quan took the thief out of the warehouse where the firewood was stored in the kiln factory, some young kiln workers from the kiln factory surrounded him.

   This one said: "Miss, he damaged our mud, and you handed him over to the government like this, which is too cheap for him! It should be dealt with according to the rules."

  That said: "Miss, kindness does not command soldiers. You can't just let this thief go. Otherwise, no one will dare to come to our kiln to steal things in the future."

Song Jiyun reassured everyone: "If we keep him, at most we will beat him up and make him crippled and crippled. This is too cheap for him! Send him to the Yamen, but he can be sentenced to death or exiled for three years." Thousands of miles, we have to compensate for the loss of our kiln. It is better to send it to the Yamen!"

   Someone hesitated and said: "But, I heard that the yamen only take money to do things?"

  That was the old days.

   Isn’t there Yuan Yunzhong now?

   Didn't he hand over the man to the local yamen?

  She just borrowed the east wind.

   "Our Song family can be counted as a large family in Liang County," Song Jiyun joked with them, "Why can't we use some money to send those who dare to touch our kiln's minds to the prison?"

  Of course, no matter how much money there is, it is not enough to make up for the loss of the white porcelain clay, but it can knock mountains and shake tigers, to see who dares to be an accomplice to those who have ideas for kilns!

  The young kiln workers all laughed.

The gagged thief looked at Song Jiyun in panic, and said "Hmm" several times, but Song Jiyun seemed not to have heard him, and talked kindly with the kiln workers, and said that he could directly contact Luo Zixing if he had anything to do. If she wasn't there, she could go to the county town to find her, which won a burst of cheers from everyone.

  Song Li stood by and smiled with everyone.

  Everyone sent Song Jiyun to the mule cart.

  The mule cart left the kiln.

  In the rickety carriage, Song Jiyun poured Yuan Yunzhong a cup of tea.

   "Mr. Yuan," she said briskly, "I invite you to eat at the VIP building in the city! Their specialty dish is braised lion head. I have eaten it before, and it is very authentic."

  Yuan Yunzhong smelled the fragrance of tea, and said: "I'm afraid that although the VIP building is good at making braised lion heads, it's the master from Suzhou and Hangzhou that invites them. Selling dog meat for sheep's heads!"

   Song Jiyun was in a delicate mood.

  Being a human being in two lives, no one has ever been able to keep up with her thinking so tacitly.

   "You really can't hide anything from Mr. Yuan." She said with a smile, "but as long as this dish is cooked properly, why should you be so clear about it?"

   "It's better to make it clear..."

  The voice gradually faded away.

  Shao Qing next to him scratched his head.

  What are Young Master and Miss Song talking about?

  He can understand it separately, but why does he become more and more confused when he gets together?

  But why can Ms. Song not only understand, but also answer back and forth with the young master?

  He really wanted to talk to someone, but he looked left and right.

   Six sons, can't speak.

  Zheng Quan, with his mouth tightly shut, looks like he's a man who doesn't speak easily.

  He had to swallow the words. Thinking about it, he couldn't understand it, and these two people probably couldn't understand it even more!

  *

   At night, the moon and stars are thin.

  The place where the blanks are thrown in the Jibai porcelain workshop is pitch black.

But if you open the door, you will see the bright lights inside, the windows are blocked by thick felts, and seven or eight old master craftsmen and four or five young apprentices are so busy there that they don’t even have time to look up. .

  Under the quiet moonlight, more than a hundred mud slabs have been placed in the drying room next door.

  A figure flashed by, and there was a slight "plop", "plop" sound in the drying room.

  In an instant, the drying room was as bright as day.

  Song Lizheng, who was dressed in navy blue and short brown, was standing in the middle of the drying room, and there were scattered and crushed sacrificial white porcelain mud blocks at his feet.

  Song Jiyun, who should have left long ago, took Zheng Quan, Luo Zixing, and several young kiln workers from the kiln factory, and stood quietly at the door of the drying room.

  Song Li was shocked, his face pale.

  Luo Zixing asked him angrily, "Why did you do this?"

  Song Li lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, then raised his head, his expression normal, and asked, "What did I do?"

   "Everyone has stolen goods, and you are still sophistry!" Everyone in the kiln trembled with anger.

  Song Li smiled: "I just happened to pass by!"

  What else Luo Zixing wanted to say, Song Jiyun stopped him, and said indifferently to Song Li: "If that's the case, then I'll hand you over to the clan to deal with it!"

  Song Li's eyes brightened slightly.

  Song Cumulus turned sideways.

  The policeman from Liang County came in with a few people.

  The people in the kiln factory were stunned.

  Song Jiyun looked depressed, and said to the person who came in: "Men, please trouble me!"

   "Where, where!" Several police officers were humble, kind, and quite polite, "The responsibility lies!"

  Song Li's expression changed drastically, and he shouted at Song Jiyun: "Miss, what do you mean? I want to see the clan elder!"

  Song Jiyun said coldly: "They will come right away. Please come here, just to be a witness!"

   Beads of sweat stood on Song Li's forehead.

   Handing him over to the clan for disposal is a matter within the Song family, and it is easy to talk about anything.

  But if someone from the yamen is invited over, everything said and done will become evidence.

  With Song Jiyun's temperament, whoever dares to stand up for him in the clan, she can drag them all into trouble.

  In order to protect themselves, those people not only won't speak up for him, but also push all the things they have done on him.

  He looked at Song Jiyun vaguely.

   Several catchers took out the rope.

  Song Li jumped up suddenly, punched Song Jiyun and rushed towards Song Jiyun: "You framed me! Framed me!"

  Song Jiyun deliberately backed away from Zheng's body.

  Someone jumped over her and kicked Song Li in the heart, kicking Song Li back several steps, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and fell to the ground.

  Song Cumulus turned his head.

  Seeing Yuan Yunzhong's face was covered with frost, and he stood tall and tall beside him.

  (end of this chapter)