Enter the Room

  Chapter 136

  Yuan Yunzhong's dissatisfaction almost turned into reality and hit his face.

  Song Jiyun hurriedly said: "That's not true. It's just that I just sent a set to Jiang County Magistrate today. It's fine if you use it for yourself, but if you give it away, I'm afraid it will be too serious and be criticized by others."

  Yuan Yunzhong disagrees.

   Song Jiyun saw him, so he had to ask Xiangzan to go to Zheng Quan, and asked Zheng Quan to open the warehouse and bring a set of tea sets.

  Yuan Yunzhong was a little surprised, and said: "Didn't you say that this is your father's collection, only this one?"

  How could he believe such a scene?

  Song Jiyun was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

  Yuan Yunzhong looked at her coldly.

She hurriedly restrained her smile and explained: "Indeed, there is only one set. But back then, my father specially burned a kiln of blue and white tea sets with thin tires in order to give gifts to dignitaries. Although the shapes of the utensils are exactly the same, the patterns drawn are quite different. Because it used the Su Ma Li Qing that was almost extinct in the previous dynasty, and the blue and white flowers that were burnt out were thick and colorful, and they were treasured as gifts, that’s why I said so.”

   "Oh!" Yuan Yunzhong said casually, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as if he couldn't help it.

  Song Jiyun felt that he seemed very happy.

   She was a little dumbfounded.

   What's wrong with this guy?

  Usually when she speaks kindly to him, she doesn't know where he hits his sore spot, and he will give her a cold look. Today she laughed at him without concealment, but he looks very happy?

  Song Jiyun couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it—even if she thought about it, sometimes she couldn't figure it out.

But she still gave him an idea with a smile: "Although it's not an antique, the materials and craftsmanship are very particular. It is very similar to the porcelain used by the royal family in the previous dynasty. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to tell that it is an imitation. If you like it, I will pick a set according to my eyes later, and it is also very good for my own use.”

  Who knew that Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her and said, "No need!"

   Song Jiyun was puzzled, and once again fell into the mist of interacting with Yuan Yunzhong.

  Then why did he ask her for the tea set aggressively?

   Could it be that those tea sets are not unique?

  Song Jiyun thought for a while, and said, "Why don't I burn a kiln just for you? Whether it's for your own use or as a gift, it's not too shabby."

   "Alright!" Yuan Yunzhong mused, his chin raised slightly, and there was an indescribable dignity in his expression, as if she begged him to burn porcelain for him, but he had no choice but to agree because of his affection.

  How can someone be so arrogant but so arrogant that people don't find it annoying?

   Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing.

  *

When Zheng Quan came over with a few servants sweating profusely holding more than a dozen sets of tea sets, Yuan Yunzhong had long since disappeared, and Song Jiyun was the only one left in the brightly lit study room. what to look at.

   "Where is Mr. Yuan?" He asked while urging the servant to carefully put the tea set on the table.

  Song Jiyun raised his head, said "Oh" with a dazed expression, and after a while he seemed to come to his senses, and said, "It's so late, why don't I keep him for supper?"

  Zheng Quan looked at the tea sets piled up high, sighed a little weakly, and said, "Then what about these tea sets?"

   "Put it here!" Song Jiyun's eyes returned to the book case, "Maybe our little public judge will change his mind tomorrow, and we will have to toss back and forth again. Let's talk about it after he has read it."

  Small public opinion?

   Do you mean Mr. Yuan?

   Did he mishear?

Zheng Quan thought about it, and instead of correcting these innocuous matters, he stepped forward to help Song Jiyun pick out the wick, and said, "It's getting late, miss, you should rest earlier! Manager Wu, the Hong family's porcelain, sent it over in person. , Mr. Hong and the two Mr. Hong are very happy to see it, and Mr. Hong also said that he will come to visit you tomorrow."

  Song Cumulus raised his head.

  Zheng Quancai found a painting on the desk.

  With just a few strokes of varying thickness, they vividly outline a smiling Maitreya Buddha.

   He was taken aback.

  Although he doesn't know how to paint and hasn't read many books, he has been deeply influenced by the Song family, and his appreciation level is not low.

   "Who painted this?" He hurriedly asked, "Is it a painting that Miss has just received? When did Jingdezhen produce such a powerful painter? Can you persuade him to be an offering to the Songjia Kiln Factory?"

   Kiln factories usually have difficulty finding painters who can paint by themselves.

  Song Jiyun curled his lips and said, "It was drawn by Mr. Yuan."

   "Ah!" Zheng Quan couldn't close his mouth for a long time, looked at the tea sets piled aside, and suddenly felt that it wasn't so obtrusive.

"It was painted for his own tea set." Song Jiyun put down the painting in his hand, leaned on the grand master's chair, and said quietly, "I said that it is not allowed to be used by others. If it is not cooked, it is all smashed and thrown in the river. You are not allowed to keep it." The slightest remnant. Compare with Royal Porcelain."

  Zheng Quan didn't know how to comfort her, and it took a while before he said bluntly: "But Mr. Yuan is quite capable. With this skill alone, it must be very popular to be a painter in the Royal Kiln Factory."

  Yuan Yunzhong?

   Song Jiyun couldn't help thinking of a small man with a blank face, holding a writing brush and wearing a coarse apron.

   She couldn't help laughing.

  Xiang Zan ran in and said that Shao Qing asked to see him.

  Song Jiyun smiled and went to the hall to meet Shao Qing.

  Shao Qing looked helpless, and said: "Your order, let me put a seal on his painting."

  Song Jiyun listened, blinked his eyes, and whispered to him: "Then can you help me cover some blank rice paper?"

  Shao Qing burst out laughing, followed her example, winked at her, and whispered: "Then can you help me keep a secret?"

  After a while of silence, there was a burst of cheerful laughter in the hall.

  Song Jiyun copied several Yuan Yunzhong's paintings overnight, and called the painter from the kiln factory early the next morning to discuss how to transfer Yuan Yunzhong's paintings to porcelain.

   Master Hong came to visit.

In addition to expressing his satisfaction with the porcelain he received, he also sent invitations from Hong Zhao, the second son of the Hong family, and Guanli: "Miss Song must come to you at that time!" He also seemed to see Song Jiyun's thoughts, and emphasized He said, "Our family doesn't have a person who presides over the ceremony, so we didn't prepare a feast for the women's relatives. A little tea, it's a congratulations to our family. The main reason is that my grandfather wants to meet Miss Song."

  Song Jiyun will not go.

  She greeted Hong Xi a few words, and then served tea to see off the guests.

   Zheng Quan, who was at the side, frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Mr. Hong is also quite strange. Is this asking you to attend their wedding banquet? Or are you telling you not to go?"

  The Hong family is just an ordinary neighbor to Song Jiyun, she has no intention of being close friends, let alone pondering Hong Xi's intentions.

  She asked about Song Daliang's kiln factory: "Is it out of the kiln?"

"Out of a kiln!" Zheng Quan said disdainfully, "It's all blue and white. More than two thousand slabs were put in, and only seven or eight pieces were fired. I heard that I was so anxious that my mouth was blistered. If it goes on like this, it won't work." After half a year, his kiln will have to close down again."

  Song Jiyun was noncommittal, but told him: "Keep watching and see what kind of porcelain they burn in their house?"

  (end of this chapter)