Enter the room 2

Chapter 127

Song Daliang's kiln factory is at the foot of Zhushan Mountain in Jingdezhen, not far from Song Jiyun's family kiln factory. It was rebuilt by taking over an old workshop from someone else.

Song Jiyun went out of the city gate and the rain stopped.

The leaves on the side of the road were washed clean by the rain, but the post road was soaked by the rain, leaving one after another rut marks.

She waited for the sedan chairs of the members of the Song family on the side of the road, and went to Song Daliang's kiln together.

The place for receiving guests is an open hall with three rooms, and many people have already arrived.

Li Zixiu was wearing a royal blue straight gown with five bats and flowers, standing in the middle of the open hall, talking to Mr. Han from the Imperial Kiln Factory with a big smile on his face, very eye-catching.

Seeing Song Jiyun, everyone stepped forward to say hello: "Miss Song!"

Song Jiyun nodded politely.

Some people also commented in a low voice: "I didn't expect that Ms. Song really came here. Didn't it mean that the two of them broke up?"

"Song Daliang is now running a kiln factory, and he is a colleague. Relatives don't have to leave, but colleagues can't ignore it."

"However, Song Daliang is shameless enough to poach his niece's wall. It's a good thing the two families have lost their relationship, otherwise it would be disgusting to think about it."

"There are many things about colleagues who have a bad relationship. If I were Miss Song, I would turn my back on me. What's the point?"

Everyone agreed, feeling faintly in their hearts that Song Jiyun was still young, had little experience, and was somewhat weak.

Li Zixiu even complacently dragged Mr. Han over to say hello to her, and pointed at Song Jiyun to Mr. Han without fear of the height of the show, and said to Mr. Han: "The eldest daughter of a good family, now she is the boss of the Songjia Kiln Factory! You She paints at the Imperial Kiln Factory all day long, and you probably haven't met her formally since she took charge of the house, right?"

Mr. Han looked calm, nodded towards Song Jiyun, and said softly: "You are very capable. If Youliang is still here, I will definitely be proud of you."

Song Jiyun greeted him with a smile: "You are too much. Please take care of me in the future."

Songjia Kiln Factory has to deal with the master craftsmen of the Royal Kiln Factory every day if it wants to do the business of the Royal Kiln Factory.

As for Mr. Han drawing patterns for Song Daliang Kiln Factory, Mr. Han has friendship with her father, not her.

However, a strange look flashed in Mr. Han's eyes, as if her peace was beyond his expectation, he showed a little surprise in his expression, and pondered: "Your father and I are best friends, what happened to you at the Royal Kiln Factory?" , just come to me."

In other words, you don't need to come to him for anything other than the Royal Kiln Factory.

Song Jiyun was quite relieved to have such a promise from him, and told him about the orders that the Royal Kiln Factory had sent over several times recently.

Someone came over.

Song Jiyun took a closer look and saw that it was Wang Yan, the owner of the largest glaze shop in Jingdezhen.

He laughed and said, "I didn't expect Miss Song to come too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jiyun found that many people were listening.

She smiled slightly and said: "They are all colleagues, since Master Song has posted me, there is no reason not to come."

"Yes, yes!" Wang Yan echoed a few words, took out an invitation card from his sleeve, and said, "I got a catty of Su Mali blue and white glaze, and I am going to make a bid. When the time comes, Miss Song will definitely Come!"

"You have such a rare glaze!" Song Jiyun accepted the invitation with a smile, "We must go then."

The two socialized a few words, and Boss Chen, who sells clay billets, came up to talk to her.

They all dealt with each other when they were in Wensi Building last time.

Soon, a group of people gathered around her, chatting and laughing.

Li Zixiu's complexion was a bit unsightly.

And Mr. Han left quietly without knowing when.

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In the side room next to the open hall, Song Tao adjusted her clothes again.

The bright red gold brocade clothes and the bright red gemstones and gold-plated jewelry made her dazzling.

She remembered that Song Jiyun wore such clothes when the Songjia Kiln Factory celebrated the firing of multicolored porcelain for the guests.

At that time, she only felt that Song Jiyun didn't have any feminine connotation and elegance, and was too high-profile. Now standing in front of the mirror, looking at the happy face in the mirror, she suddenly understood Song Jiyun's smug mood.

This kiln will be hers from now on. She is like a phoenix nirvana. From then on, she can earn a lot of money like Song Jiyun in her previous life, control her own destiny, and make everyone obey her.

She helped Jin Buyao in the hair room, and said to Lilac who was supporting her: "Let's go! The auspicious time is coming soon."

Ding Xiang supported her excitedly, and walked out from the resting room.

Among the crowd, Song Tao saw Song Jiyun at a glance.

She wore a water-blue silk beige, and a hairpin of pearls intertwined with jet-black silk, shining faintly in the bright light of the open hall.

Song Tao pursed her lips.

As if Song Jiyun had sensed her presence, he turned his head unbiasedly.

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

Caught off guard, Song Tao's eyes were bewildered.

Song Jiyun nodded generously to her.

Song Tao frowned secretly.

I don't know what Song Jiyun means.

A host of ceremonies nearby said loudly: "Miss Song is here!"

After the hall was quiet, everyone looked at Song Jiyun strangely, and when they heard the movement, they all looked at Song Tao in confusion.

Song Tao bit her lip, and said with a bit of anxiety in sadness: "Thank you all for coming to the opening ceremony of our kiln factory. My father is temporarily unwell and unable to attend, so I specially asked me to unveil the plaque on his behalf."

Only then did everyone understand, and they all started asking about Song Daliang's body.

Song Taoqiang said with a smile: "The doctor said to rest, but the opening of the business has already been counted as an auspicious day. My father is worried about his hard work. As children, we can only bite the bullet and obey orders."

Many people think that this is inappropriate, and even said: "Tianbao should be allowed to unveil the plaque."

Song Tao's eyelids drooped slightly, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were bright and her smile was warm, and she said, "Tianbao is so filial, he insists on serving his father by his side, the two elder sisters leave the court, and the brother-in-law will not be able to catch up for a while, so we have to let I will do it for you."

Speaking of this, she bowed her knees and bowed respectfully to everyone: "I also ask all elders, uncles, and uncles to forgive me."

Everyone was stunned by this accident for a moment, and was speechless for a while.

Someone said: "There is already Miss Song, it doesn't matter if there is another one. Anyway, they are all girls from your Song family."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at Song Jiyun, then at Song Tao, and burst out laughing.

Song Tao hurriedly took the teapot from the servant girl's hand, and poured tea for several respected people in the industry.

Ma Hui, the president of the Jingdezhen Chamber of Commerce, picked up the teacup and said in a deep voice, "Although today's matter is a bit of a joke, the county magistrate also said that women don't give way to men, and you are acting on the orders of your father. Don't pursue it anymore."

Then he took a sip of tea, which meant that he agreed with her to unveil the plaque on behalf of Song Daliang.

In this way, Song Tao is still in Song Jiyun's favor.

Song Tao hurriedly bowed his knees to express his thanks.

Seeing this, everyone joked with Song Jiyun: "The two Miss Songs have company."

Song Jiyun pursed his lips and smiled modestly.

Song Tao raised his jaw slightly, and squinted at Song Jiyun.

Ding Xiang hurriedly glanced at the steward next to her.

The steward clapped his hands, and amidst the sound of crackling firecrackers, the lion danced.

(End of this chapter)