Enter the Room

  Chapter 170

  However, Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong returned to the city from the Temple of the Eight Immortals that night, and it was already the beginning of the Hai Dynasty.

  Peach Blossom House is closed.

Song Jiyun saw that there was a small restaurant next to it that was still open, so he opened the door and went in. The clean pavement had nine bends and eighteen bends, but it was divided into small rooms according to the situation, and decorated with flower windows. Quiet, very suitable for a drink or two to talk.

  She immediately invited Yuan Yunzhong: "Do you want to deal with it here first, and we will go to Taohuaju some other day?"

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't feel disgusted, and entered the store first.

  Xiaoer found a secluded place for them, served refreshments, and reported the names of the dishes and wine.

  The wine is all famous wines from all over the world, and the dishes are all fried food suitable for drinking.

  Liang County actually has such a wonderful thing, Song Jiyun took advantage of Yuan Yunzhong to order wine and food, and turned to look at the signboard of the restaurant.

   The wind and the moon are boundless.

   Quite interesting.

  Song Jiyun smiled and asked the waiter: "Are there any nine-hole snails?"

  Xiao Er was stunned, and said after a long while: "We have conchs here, which are roasted with wine, and there are quite a lot of repeat customers. Would you like some, Miss and Young Master?"

   "Then have one!" Song Jiyun said to Yuan Yun with a smile, "Talk is better than nothing!"

  Under the light, her bright eyes seemed to reflect the stars.

  Yuan Yunzhong let out a "hmm", and a smile flashed on the corner of his mouth.

  Xiao Er went down to prepare dishes.

  Song Jiyun poured a cup of tea for Yuan Yunzhong, and said with a smile, "When did Mr. Yuan become so familiar with County Magistrate Jiang? You weren't at home in those days, did you go on a study tour?"

  Yuan Yunzhong's hand holding the teacup paused almost imperceptibly, and said indifferently as if nothing had happened: "The white head is as new, and the cover is as old as before."

  Meaning that you are like a good friend at first sight?

  Ghost letter!

  Nowadays, everything is low-grade, only the age of reading is high. If Yuan Yunzhong had fame, Song Jiyun would naturally believe it.

  She smiled and said: "Magistrate Jiang should be from the top two ranks, right?"

  Yuan Yunzhong took a deep look at her and said, "He also studied in Heshan Academy."

  Does it mean that they come from the same source?

Song Jiyun rested his elbows on his chin, and his smile looked a little playful: "The Heshan Academy is quite good. I think that although Mr. Deng is much better than Mr. Wan, he still treats the people like nothing in his bones. Only you and County Magistrate Jiang love the people like children." If it weren't for the two of you today, Baxian Temple would not have been so safe and smooth, and Eunuch Wan would not have given up so easily."

  She picked up the teacup on the table: "I will replace wine with tea, and I would like to toast you first."

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't bring the teacup, but looked at her and raised his eyebrows, as if he was asking "Didn't you say it was thanks to me before?".

  Song Jiyun smiled and said: "Of course, the most important thing is to thank you. If it weren't for you, Jiang County Magistrate probably wouldn't have sent a yamen servant to help."

  Yuan Yunzhong heard the words, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "I still can't get used to those people who bully others."

   Across a small square table, Song Jiyun leaned forward, blinked his eyes and said in a low voice: "Is it because 'being an official doesn't make decisions for the people, why don't you go home and sell sweet potatoes'?"

  Yuan Yunzhong was slightly stunned, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised into a smile.

   "Interesting!" He stared at Song Jiyun intently, "It's the first time I've heard this sentence."

  He repeated her words: "When an official does not make decisions for the people, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes, what are they? Sweet potatoes?"

  Song Cumulus is not guilty at all.

  The sea of ​​books is vast, and the information is so underdeveloped at this time, who dares to say that they know everything?

  She laughed: "Maybe! I saw it in a book."

  She also asked him: "What is a sweet potato? What does it look like? Have you ever eaten it? What does it taste like? Is it delicious?"

  Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows and laughed.

   All the warm lights were shattered by him.

  It was as scorching as the sun, illuminating the dim little wine shop.

"I didn't expect Ms. Song to read a lot of books." He leaned slightly, and his voice was inexplicably lowered, like a low-string harmony, "I heard from the elders in the family. He used to be the governor of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, and someone dedicated it to him. One of his dishes is said to be called sweet potatoes. I wonder which book Ms. Song read? Can you recommend it to me?"

   Governor?

   This was the first time he mentioned his family background in front of her.

  Song Jiyun smiled slightly, looked seriously into Yuan Yunzhong's eyes, and said slowly: "It's been too long, I don't remember, you have to let me go back and think about it carefully."

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't evade, and let her watch.

  For a moment, the rosewood-flavored incense on his body flowed between the two.

  She even saw his eyelids drooped, the straight eyelashes casting a faint shadow under the eye socket.

  The atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous.

  Song Jiyun's throat was itchy, and she was about to sit up straight when a man's surprised voice suddenly came from behind her: "Boss Song! Mr. Yuan! I didn't expect you to drink here too!"

  The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense for some reason.

  Song Cuiyun and Yuan Yunzhong followed the prestige.

  I saw President Ma, Li Zixiu, Master Yan and others standing opposite their cubicle.

"Today's temple fair is really lively!" President Ma sighed, and walked towards them, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but young children are fearful! Songjia Kiln Factory actually fired porcelain Buddha statues of the same height. Back then When your father told me about it, he also said that he wanted to burn such a Buddha statue, but he couldn’t burn it because of various reasons. I didn’t expect it to be done in your hands! If your father is still alive, I don’t know if there is How happy!"

  Song Jiyun immediately walked out of the cubicle.

  She greeted President Ma and the others with a smile, and said humbly: "My predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade. Without my father's previous trials, I would not have been able to successfully burn the Buddha statue."

"Having said that, if you don't have a bit of guts, it's impossible to burn it." President Ma obviously admired Song Jiyun very much, and he talked to her while standing in the aisle, "I thought you were a little nonsense before, but now It seems that I am still short-sighted. In our porcelain firing skills, talent is more important than hard work. If you have this kind of craftsmanship, if the Royal Kiln Factory wants to make dragon vats in the future, we will not worry about not being able to make them."

  He was not very satisfied before that Song Jiyun came forward to compete with Song Daliang and Song Sanliang for the right to speak in the Songjiayao factory.

  Song Jiyun did not expect to have such a harvest after burning a Buddha statue.

   "You're flattering me!" She smiled and greeted him, "You are all veterans of porcelain firing, seniors, I still have a lot to learn!"

   "You don't have to be so polite!" President Ma said, and that posture seemed to mean talking about her elders with her.

  Master Yan next to him stopped President Ma: "Old Ma, don't say a few words, don't you see that Mr. Yuan is still beside you?"

  President Ma didn't recover for a moment.

Master Yan was already laughing and said jokingly: "The fiancée finally found a chance to have a meal together, what's the matter with you, an old dish bang, pulling the little girl by the side and talking non-stop? Don't hurry up and give the opportunity to the young people. What do you really have to say to Boss Song, one day you can't go to the kiln factory and talk about it for a day and a half. Boss Song promises to treat you with good tea and wine!"

   After finishing speaking, he smiled teasingly at Song Jiyun.

  (end of this chapter)