Enter the room 2

Chapter 236

Mr. Wang said kindly: "Is your family from a good family or a craftsman?"

After Song Jiyun's great-grandfather made a fortune, he bought fields and land and changed his citizenship.

"It's a good nationality." She respectfully said.

Master Wang nodded and said: "But you still do the work of a craftsman?"

This is a fact.

Although Song Jiyun felt that such a question was inappropriate, it was a fact, and she couldn't admit it.

She nodded and said, "Your Excellency said so."

Mr. Wang's expression was a little gentler than before, and he said with a smile: "Since it is a craftsman's job, and it is done so well, and new porcelain is fired, it should be more devoted to research and focus on it."

When he said this, his face suddenly changed, and he was full of official authority, and he scolded her loudly: "Why did you do what a merchant does, and go to Nanjing to sell your own porcelain?"

Song Jiyun was taken aback by his sudden face change, his heart was beating wildly, he held his chest and took a deep breath before he stood firm.

It's just that she was about to answer, but Lord Wang suddenly stood up.

He is quite tall, and when he looks at people, he looks like a falcon.

He glanced at the crowd, and said sharply: "No wonder Jingdezhen, a capital of thousands of porcelains, will be turned into a miasma, chaos, and mess by you. The officials are not like officials, and the people are not like the people!"

All the people in the hall were pale, lowered their heads, and trembled.

Immortal Baoguang hid directly behind the curtain of the main hall.

Lord Wang was very angry, and continued to rage: "Under the sky, is it the king's land; on the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers. The court asked you to hand over the secret recipe, but you pushed back and forth, and even negotiated conditions with the court. If you are like a courtier, Are there any people like you?"

He didn't let Eunuch Wan go: "You supervise the pottery in Jingdezhen, and you are the parent officer of the kiln workers. What is a parent officer? That is to treat the people under the rule like children! Teaching and guiding, have you done it?"

Wan Gonggong was trained to be shaky.

Master Wang seemed to be unable to bear it, pursed his lips, did not continue the training, turned around shaking his head and sighing, showing a serious look in the adverbial words: "Parents, who doesn't look forward to their children? I just listened and didn't talk. You burn 15 yuan a year. Master Wan forced you to burn more pieces of porcelain? Or did he stop you from burning them?"

Indeed not!

However, Jingdezhen has never had such rules.

Everyone lowered their heads, no one dared to make a sound, and no one was so blank as to make a sound at this time.

Lord Wang's tone became more gentle: "Master Wan is not from a family of porcelain-making after all, and his method may be different from your usual habits. However, after all, he is in charge of the entire Jingdezhen porcelain, and he has to start from the entire Jingdezhen. Unlike You, just take good care of your one-acre three-point land, and just look at the spot under your toes. When you accused him of being wrong, did you ever think about why he did this?"

Everyone quietly looked at me and I looked at you, and began to wonder if they had done something wrong.

Song Jiyun's heart felt as if a big hole had been stabbed, it was chilly.

She is too familiar with this set of rhetoric.

Isn't that what those prologues that confuse and brainwash people are like?

Her eyes are getting colder.

"But is this the reason for your violation of the regulations? Is it the reason for your protest and inaction? Is it the reason for your refusal to cooperate?" Mr. Wang pointed his finger at Song Jiyun again after three consecutive questions.

"Mr. Song!" He said seriously, "Businessmen pay more attention to profit than parting. You are still young, thinking that if you make money, you will keep the family business. Who knows, if people blindly only look for money, it will only damage the foundation and ruin the family business. If you don't do your duty, you will lose your virtue."

He also showed the kindness of an elder, and said: "Speak lightly and deeply, originally I shouldn't have said these things to you. But I think you are a smart woman who manages the kiln and supports a large group of people. I pity you." You are a talent, and I didn't want you to be abandoned like this, so I told you so much earnestly."

He still seemed to be caring, but in Song Jiyun's eyes, he said like a threat: "You must know how to cherish blessings! Don't ruin the Song family's foundation left by your father for the benefit of three melons and two dates."

Song Jiyun suddenly laughed, his voice was respectful but his eyes shone coldly: "Your Excellency loves the people like a child, since you have already taught the grassroots like this, how dare the grassroots live up to your painstaking efforts."

She blessed herself and said: "Caominyuan is willing to dedicate the formula of sweet white porcelain to the Royal Kiln Factory."

She emphasized the word "Royal Kiln Factory".

Then he glanced at Eunuch Wan, whose face was still a little pale, but whose eyes could not hide his joy, and said, "I just don't know how to make this formula? Is it good to just hand it over to Master Wan?"

She had to tie Eunuch Wan to the boat of formula.

No matter what happens to this recipe in the future, Wan Xiaoquan will not want to stay out of it!

"Bold!" Unexpectedly, before her words fell, Mr. Wang was furious, pointing his eyebrows angrily, "Song, I see you are young, and I want to give you a word of advice, but you dare to play with these low-class people in front of me?" It's a small plan to sow discord. How can I covet a small porcelain firing recipe in your family when I eat the king's salary?

"Come on! Detain the Song family. I want to see who dares to disobey the order of the imperial court and who dares to oppose the imperial court!"

The main hall boiled with a "buzz".

"How could this be?"

"You don't need to arrest Boss Song, do you?"

"But it is indeed the case, how can we Limin people not listen

Immediately, someone stepped forward and grabbed Song Jiyun's arm tightly.

For the first time in his life, Song Jiyun felt powerless like duckweed under the power.

But if she just admit defeat like this, what will happen to her mother and three younger sisters behind her?
Song Jiyun looked up at Lord Wang.

Others just eat and eat without food, but he is still not satisfied after eating without food, and even wants to dig other people's ancestral graves together.

She didn't struggle.

It's useless to struggle at this time.

Others plotted against her, and the way ahead had already been paved for her.

She stared at Master Wang: "Master Wang, since there is no one to teach, please teach me how to hand in this formula?"

Mr. Wang sneered, and said, "It's late! I hate those people who push every inch and don't know how to advance or retreat. You should reflect on yourself in prison, and only then will you know what you did wrong?"

"Are you still going to jail?"

"Otherwise, what are you going to do?"

"I thought it was enough to drive out of the hall!"

Everyone discussed cautiously, with confusion, bewilderment, sympathy, regret, and worry.

Only Song Tao finally let go of the hands that had been tightly knit together.

"Bodhisattva bless!" She said silently, Song Jiyun finally had a different ending from his previous life.

Eunuch Wan is actually related to Wang Jue, who is now the chief political envoy of Jiangxi, and will be the minister of the Ministry of Rites and a scholar of the Hall of Valor in the future.

No wonder Song Jiyun's business was able to go to the capital.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, she would have leaned back and laughed.

Who would have imagined that a small idea of ​​hers could change Song Jiyun's fate!

Song Tao couldn't hide her complacency. Seeing Master Wu next to her looking devastated, she even whispered, "Do you know what she did wrong?"

Master Wu didn't hear what she said at all.

But a clear and beautiful voice sounded in the hall: "Really? I really want to know, what did she do wrong?"

Everyone was stunned.

Look back.

I saw Yuan Yunzhong striding in from outside the hall.

His handsome eyebrows are extraordinarily cold, and he is dressed in a bright red brocade with persimmon pattern over his shoulders.

The complicated patterns such as lotus persimmon stems drawn with gold and silver threads on the shoulders shone dazzlingly in the dim light of the hall, reflecting his grace, luxury and heroism.

He looked at Master Wang with snow in his eyes, and said again: "I really want to know what Miss Song did wrong? You are not in the county government of Liang County, why are you all crowded here?"

(End of this chapter)