Enter the Room

  Chapter 88

"Uncle thinks I'm a fool?!" Song Jiyun sneered, "If you lose the bet, kowtow to me three times, and let others accuse me of disrespecting my elders; A family business. There is such a good thing in the world?"

  Song Daliang still has face in front of Wan Gonggong.

  He blushed suddenly.

  He has a well-thought-out plan for the bet, and he never thought of taking advantage of Song Jiyun, but he was just talking too much, so far.

  But what Song Jiyun said made him feel greedy.

  If you can take this opportunity to win the Songjia Kiln Factory...

  He couldn't help pointing at Song Jiyun and said, "What do you want?"

Song Jiyun seemed to be irritated by his words, and said sharply: "If you are capable, bet big with me—I lose, and I will give you the kiln; if you lose, get out of Song's house, and never again It's from the Song family, out of the clan! Do you dare?"

  Everyone was shocked, and there was no sound in the hall.

   Song Daliang's eyes lit up.

   God is really helping him!

   "Okay!" He suppressed the joy in his heart, and said, "Don't say that I bully you, this matter is settled like this!"

  Chekou said without proof, he felt that it was not safe.

  He couldn't help looking left and right, and his gaze fell on Eunuch Wan.

   "My lord!" As if he had caught a life-saving straw, he hurriedly bowed to Mr. Wan, and said, "You have to give us a certificate!"

  Eunuch Wan had a flash of greed in his eyes.

  Song Daliang once promised him that if the sacrifice of white porcelain is completed, Song Daliang will have half of his share in the kiln factory.

  The things obtained from betting should also be counted, right?

  His voice was a bit sharp, and he said: "Let me testify, but you have to keep what you say, otherwise, where will I save my face?"

   "Definitely, definitely!" Song Daliang promised hastily.

  Song Jiyun hesitated as if he suddenly understood.

Song Daliang's heart skipped a beat, and he urged her, "When it comes to fighting for the family business, you are the same as men and women. When you are the master of the house, you treat yourself as a woman. In this case, you might as well go back to the inner house to embroider as soon as possible. Hand over the kiln factory to others to take care of it, so as not to embarrass my second brother and ruin his first name."

  Song Jiyun gritted his teeth and said, "Just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed? As long as you don't deny it when the time comes!"

   "In front of Mr. Wan, who dares not admit it!" Song Daliang mercilessly turned back.

  Eunuch Wan even said: "Don't worry, in Jingdezhen, no one dares to throw me face."

  Song Jiyun's smile seemed a bit forced.

Seeing him, Song Daliang felt as if he drank a bowl of iced mung bean water in the dog days. He was very happy, and even took out the pair of plum vases and placed them on the square table in front of the middle hall for everyone to watch: "It will come out later." Kiln, just right for comparison!"

  Eunuch Wan chuckled.

  Gu Qing and the others shook hands into fists, their faces turning pale.

  Luo Zixing ran in excitedly: "Miss, miss, the north wind is blowing, and the temperature has dropped!"

  The temperature in the kiln requires its natural cooling, and this process takes two or three days.

  But sometimes when the weather turns cold, this time will be shortened, and the kiln can be opened in advance.

  Don't talk about Song Jiyun, even Eunuch Wan and the others couldn't help but look out of the hall.

   I don’t know when the sky darkened, the wind blew up, and the branches were blown loudly.

   Song Jiyun was in a bright mood.

  She asked Luo Zixing: "Can the kiln be opened?"

  Luo Zixing couldn't stop nodding, and said, "I had to wait another hour, but I just went to touch the kiln bricks, and the temperature has already dropped."

  Song Daliang's expression was somewhat obscure.

  Eunuch Wan stood up and said, "Let's go and have a look!"

  Song Daliang immediately squeezed to Eunuch Wan's side, and surrounded him to the white porcelain workshop.

  Song Jiyun was a few steps behind, and asked Luo Zixing in a low voice, "Where is Mr. Yuan?"

   Without his photo, the firing of the kiln would not have been so smooth.

  She wanted him to share the joy of opening the kiln.

  Luo Zixing patted his forehead angrily, and said, "Young Master Yuan is still awake, so I'll send someone to invite him."

  Yuan Yunzhong has been helping to control the fire for the past few days, and did not rest until the fire in the kiln was turned off.

   "Forget it!" Song Jiyun glanced at Eunuch Wan, subconsciously not wanting Yuan Yunzhong to salute someone like Eunuch Wan, "We'll talk about it when he wakes up."

  Luo Zixing wanted to go with her, but he was sloppy, and no one called Yuan Yunzhong, and the group followed Eunuch Wan to the workshop for burning sacrificial white porcelain.

  The kiln workers of Jibai Porcelain Workshop are all chattering around in front of the kiln waiting to open the kiln.

   Seeing Song Jiyun coming with Eunuch Wan, he hurriedly knelt aside.

  Song Jiyun accompanied Eunuch Wan to stand in front of the kiln.

  Luo Zixing shouted "open the kiln" with a high voice.

  The bricklayer lightly pried the kiln bricks one by one.

  Under the thick ashes, there is a ruin-like sagger.

  Everyone held their breath in silence.

  Luo Zixing walked in with trembling hands.

  He hunched his back and gently pushed aside the sagger, without making a sound for a long time.

   Is this burnt out?

   Song Daliang thought gloatingly.

  If the fire is complete, even if there is only one piece, Luo Zixing will not be so calm.

  But he wanted to know the result very much, so he tiptoed involuntarily.

  I saw that Luo Zixing seemed to be crazy, and kept picking up the burnt saggers.

  Song Daliang was elated.

   It looks like it didn't cook well this time.

   It would be nice if it came out of the empty kiln.

  The kiln factory is his now! The order of the Royal Kiln Factory is also his!

  Song Jiyun, after all, is still a little tender, not his opponent.

  He suppressed a smile, put down his tiptoe, and stood safely behind Wan Gonggong.

  Luo Zixing turned around abruptly.

   "Miss!" He burst into tears.

  The hearts of all the people present were raised.

   "It's done! It's done!" He murmured and shouted loudly, "Miss, it's done! We're done!"

  The lead clouds in the sky cleared, and the sun shone down again.

  It shone on Luo Zixing's tear-filled but excited face.

  He turned sideways.

  Under the sun, the rough and broken pottery is a jade color.

  Everyone was in an uproar.

  They all wanted to squeeze in to have a look, but they didn't dare to look at Eunuch Wan and the others.

  They had no choice but to stare at Song Jiyun and the others.

  Song Daliang was completely dumbfounded.

  Eunuch Wan’s eyes were staring straight, and he stumbled and walked over: “This, what is this?”

  Among the rough pottery and gravel, there are plain and clear bowls and dishes like pearls and jade, making people feel ashamed and too delicate to touch casually.

  Compared with Song Daliang's plum vase, the color is warmer and more reserved.

   Like flowing icing sugar.

  Eunuch Wan ignored the black and gray soot everywhere, squatted down, and carefully picked up a small bowl.

  The sun shines through, and the wall of the bowl is as light as paper, and the shadow of his fingers holding the bowl can be seen.

  Peerless in the world.

  (end of this chapter)