Enter the Room

  Chapter 85

  In Song Daliang's study.

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

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

Dafu, his close servant, ran in panting, and said anxiously: "My lord, I found out. The kiln opened, and only five of the 200 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 gray everywhere?"

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

  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 maid 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 all were 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?"

   "What does uncle say?" 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.

   Since her great uncle lost all his ancestral property, he would rather ask her father for relief than find a decent job without money. How could he suddenly open a kiln factory?

   And blatantly snatching orders from the Royal Kiln Factory from her!

  The white porcelain that their family is firing for the Imperial Kiln Factory now uses her father's secret recipe!

  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, "

  He paused for a while when he said this, and then said: "I like to play tricks since I was a child. What special mud? It's just the 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 didn'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 blossoms will grow steadily, and it will be improved to a higher level!"

  His face was flushed, and he looked complacent.

  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 offering sacrifices to white porcelain.

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

   This is the name her father gave to her white porcelain clay, and it is the private name of the white porcelain workshop.

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

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

   But how did he get the secret recipe?

   Her father didn't even tell her.

   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 embroidery, cooking, and running a kiln at home. It's really immoral!"

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

   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 the order from the Royal Kiln Factory. I just can't eat it, and you can't get it either!"

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

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

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

  Song Cuiyun paid no attention to it 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 was still yelling, "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 kiln factory of the old master tonight. Even if he sleeps with the clay in his arms, I can still steal a piece of it."

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

  See if things are as she expected.

  Zheng Quan left at the sound.

   But Song Daliang's words spread in the kiln.

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 the resigned workers: "It's really shameless! Learned the craft to deal with the owner, and spread the word." How are you guys doing!"

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

   This incident quickly spread to all major kilns.

   Everyone reacted differently, saying anything.

   Happy Holidays everyone!

  (end of this chapter)