MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 303

  Chapter 303

  Song Jiyun didn't say anything.

   This is more like Yuan Yunzhong's style.

  Unexpected, but within reason.

He Dazhi didn't notice Song Jiyun's silence, and he was still there happily saying: "The gang of **** still wanted to shoot cold arrows. The night before yesterday, they threw several bamboo leaf greens into our yard. If it wasn't for Xiangye's sharp eyes, Dai Sishi would have almost turned them into cauliflowers snake."

  Song Jiyun was taken aback.

  Zheng Quan has hurriedly said: "Why didn't you tell me when you came here just now? Was anyone injured?"

He Dazhi said embarrassingly: "I haven't figured out the details of those people yet, so I'm afraid I'll tell the boss, and make the boss feel anxious? That Xiangye has traveled all over the country with the opera troupe since childhood, and there are snake medicine sellers in the troupe, don't If it’s a cauliflower snake, it’s really Zhuyeqing, and we’re not afraid of it.”

   After all, it is a dirty trick.

  Song Jiyun frowned slightly, and said: "If they resort to such methods again, you will report to the authorities."

   It may not have any effect, but at least let those people know that they are not afraid of going to court, and those people will be more or less restrained.

  He Dazhi promised.

Zheng Quan and Song Jiyun talked about the situation of the Deng family: "The third young master of the Deng family led them into Beijing, but the person who reported to the building office was the seventh master of their family. I have inquired, and this seventh master is a porcelain idiot. Burning porcelain, and nothing else. The Deng family was afraid that he would not be able to tell the difference between the south, the south, and the north when he left Dehua, so they specially sent the third young master to accompany him to Beijing.

   "These nasty things done by the Deng family are probably the idea of ​​the third young master.

"A total of thirty-six people came to Deng's family. They lived in Meishikou not far from us. They were squeezed into four small one-story houses without a yard to turn around. The coal trucks kept going back and forth every morning and evening. There was soot all over the shoes. I only rented two rooms for Deng Qiye and the two attendants who served him at the Gaosheng Inn not far from the manufacturing office.

"As for the Ji family in Longquan, they live in Qianliang Hutong next to Longfu Temple. It is also very close to the building office, and it takes less than two quarters of an hour to get there by sedan chair. The leader of their family is called Ji Shuanghu, and they are good at cooking. They are famous for making all kinds of cups and cups. The artisans from their family who followed Ji Shuanghu to the capital also live near Liulichang, which is called the Ji Family Courtyard. I have inquired about it, and it is said that it is the house of their Ji Family.”

Speaking of this, he hesitated for a moment: "The literary style in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is at its peak. Ever since the family got rich, the Ji family spared no expense to hire a gentleman to sit in the house. Now there are three scholars in the family, one Juren, and more frequently A farming and studying family married to help poor students start their careers. Ji Shuanghu’s mother was the daughter of a scholar, and his uncle was awarded the gold medal with the support of Ji’s family. Now he is the magistrate in Juzhou, Shandong, and he is a classmate of Yin Geng in Shuntian Prefecture. And in-laws."

  If it comes to the background, the Ji family is the one with the real background.

  Song Jiyun took the two of them into the study, asked Xiangzan to make tea, and said, "Is there any movement at the Ji family?"

Zheng Quan shook his head and said, "Since Ji Shuanghu entered the capital, he has plunged into the Ji family compound. I heard that a kiln has already been fired. He probably wants to make preparations early. Win the title."

   After all, Jingdezhen’s porcelain relies on the imperial kiln factory and has a great reputation.

   It's just that the last time the building office selected porcelain was in the period of the first emperor. At that time, Li Zixiu's family came to represent Jingdezhen. Now that things are different, they may not have figured out the details of the Song family.

  Song Jiyun said: "Don't worry about the Deng family. Let's clean up the yard quickly, and start the kiln when I come back from the manufacturing office."

  The climate and temperature in the north and south are very different, and they need to be adjusted technically.

"Master He," she told He Dazhi, "I would like to trouble you to take your brothers to patrol the yard a few more times these days, and report to the officials if you find something wrong. Whatever happens, don't let the Deng family fight with us. The Ji family picked up the leak."

   "Yes!" He Dazhi cupped his fists respectfully, said a few words to Song Jiyun, and hurried back to Ertiao Hutong in Xiejie, leaving Zheng Quan and Song Jiyun to continue discussing the trip to the capital.

  Wang Hua came in with a small dish of red bayberry.

  The top ones are as big as lychees, and they are so red that they are purple. Even in the previous life, it was rare to see such a good-looking bayberry.

  Song Jiyun couldn't help looking out, and said, "Is it the season to eat bayberry?"

Wang Hua giggled, and said, "It's the fruit from the Zhangji Orchard on the other side of the Dashilan. It's frozen in ice. There are less than ten baskets of bayberry left in the capital. From the ten baskets, pick out such a big and so big fruit." For good fruit, at most two baskets can be picked out."

  This fruit must be sold for gold.

  Wang Hua never expected to go to buy a dish of bayberry and come back.

   Song Jiyun tasted one.

  Sweet and sour, no worse than the ones transported by air in the previous life.

  With the current labor cost, it can be called extravagance.

  She grabbed a few and gave Zheng Quan: "Try it too."

  Wang Hua showed a heartache and reluctance expression on his face.

  Song Jiyun couldn't help being funny, pointed to the plate of red bayberry and said to Wang Hua intentionally: "It's rare to eat such a delicious red bayberry, take it down and everyone will try it."

  Wang Hua was young after all, so he couldn't resist breaking the defense.

   "No need." He said in a hurry, "This red bayberry is ten taels of silver a catty, the young master finally snatched two catties, and specially asked Shao Qing to send it to you to relieve the heat..."

  He didn't finish a sentence, knowing that he had revealed his secrets, he quickly pursed his lips, with a regretful expression on his face.

  Song Jiyun snorted a few times, and said: "If you dare to take things home behind my back, be careful that I will hand you over to your young master."

   "I don't dare again!" Wang Hua repeatedly admitted his mistake, and muttered in a low voice, "Our son asked me to serve by Missy's side. From now on, I will be Missy's person, and I will definitely listen to Missy in everything."

  Song Jiyun is borrowing others for his own use, so he doesn't really regard Wang Hua as his entourage.

  She handed the plate of red bayberry to Xiangzan and said, "Take it down and chill it for dinner."

  The incense hairpin retreated in response.

  Wang Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

  Song Jiyun continued talking with Zheng Quan.

  Wang Hua quietly placed potted plants, changed fruit plates, hung sachets, and instructed the maidservant to lightly trim the flowers and trees in the yard.

  She suddenly said to Zheng Quan: "Go and find out, who owns the house we rented?"

  Zheng Quan was interrupted while speaking, and it took a while to recover, and he responded respectfully.

  The next day, he came to tell Song Jiyun that this yard was under the name of Yuan Yunzhong.

  She knew it.

  Song Jiyun groaned in his heart, pretending not to know, got up at dawn the next day, dressed up, had breakfast, and arrived at the construction office a quarter of an hour earlier.

  The concierge of the construction office is already waiting.

  The man saw her eyes brighten up, and asked, "Is that Miss Song from Jingdezhen?"

   "I am!" Song Jiyun replied, looking at the man carefully.

  Twenty-one or two-year-old, wearing an azure-colored lake silk Taoist gown, tall and straight, with fair skin, warm eyebrows and eyes, and looks like a scholar.

  Song Jiyun couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

  (end of this chapter)