MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 57

  Chapter 57

  Everyone was very happy, looking forward to re-burning a kiln of sacrificial white porcelain under the leadership of Song Jiyun to solve the crisis of the kiln factory.

Song Jiyun discussed with everyone: "This time, we don't need apprentices, and gather the masters from other workshops, so that we can save at least one day's work for billet erecting and trimming, and at most one day for glazing. If the weather is beautiful, it won't rain , we can burn three kilns."

  Songjia Kiln Factory also has several workshops for firing folk daily porcelain. Those who can preside over the overall situation there are also master craftsmen with good craftsmanship.

  Everyone felt that she made such an arrangement, and agreed with Song Jiyun on the list of masters for the blank, Luo Zixing began to contact the master who built the kiln, Zhou Zheng was counting the saggers, Song Li was going to prepare the glaze...everyone got busy.

  Only Xiang Yang was retained by Song Jiyun.

   The two were standing under the eaves outside the hall and talking.

   "The reason why the white porcelain was not fired last time is still unclear." She whispered, "I'm not afraid of God's will, but man-made."

  Xiang Yang said: "What does Missy mean?"

Song Jiyun said unhurriedly: "The clay and glaze used to burn sacrificial white porcelain are different from other porcelains. Once they are destroyed, they can only be remixed, which takes a lot of effort. Unlike burning blue and white porcelain, without the clay, Just go and buy some kaolin and come back.”

  Xiang Yang nodded.

  This is also the difference between Jibai porcelain and other porcelain.

   It needs special clay and special glaze, which is unique in Jingdezhen. If it is really a man-made disaster, there will be no substitute in a short time.

  Song Jiyun continued: "I just went to the mud warehouse to look, and the white porcelain mud is relatively dull, and the kaolin is relatively fine. People who are not like Tianpan can't tell the difference at first glance.

   "I think you should get some kaolin back secretly, and make a batch of clay cakes for sacrificial white porcelain, so as to confuse the public and prevent someone from ruining the firing of sacrificial white porcelain."

  Xiang Yang's heart shuddered.

   Indeed there is such a possibility.

He immediately said: "Miss, don't worry, I understand. I will definitely do this without anyone noticing. No one will find out which ones are made of white porcelain clay and which ones are made of kaolin." "

  Song Jiyun joked with him: "We still have to find a way to make a mark, so we won't be able to tell the difference."

  Xiang Yang smiled and said: "If I can't even distinguish this, what kind of billet master will I be?"

  Song Jiyun laughed and said a few words with Xiang Yang before they parted ways.

  She returned to the hall.

  Yuan Yunzhong was enjoying himself quite a bit, bending over to look at the Eighteen Arhats on the middle hall.

   Seeing Song Jiyun come back, he also said: "These arhats are quite interesting. They are in the same style as the arhats with sticks on the Arhat Cup. Whose painting is it?"

  Song Jiyun thought about what happened in the elegant room just now.

  She couldn't help but sneered, and said: "It's my father's painting. My father likes to draw arhats very much. I don't know what advice Mr. Yuan has?"

  Yuan Yunzhong took one of the arhats holding a bowl and said: "I don't dare to teach you. It's just that Avalokitesvara is popular in the capital now. It's a bit strange to see so many arhats in your house!"

   Song Jiyun felt his heart move when he heard it, and murmured: "Avalokitesvara is popular in the capital?"

"That's right!" Yuan Yunzhong sighed, and casually put the arhat holding the bowl on the long table, and said, "I don't know where it came from, saying that Guanyin was in charge of giving birth, and a bunch of women were crying and asking Guanyin to give birth to a child." Like, not only in the capital, but also in the south of the Yangtze River, it is becoming more and more popular now.”

  Song Jiyun was expressionless, staring at him intently, and did not speak for a long while.

  It looked like he had encountered something that was a matter of life and death.

  Yuan Yunzhong frowned almost invisibly.

  Song Jiyun suddenly smiled at him.

  That smile is very bright and brilliant, like summer in your arms.

  She hadn't smiled so broadly since he'd known her.

  Yuan Yunzhong was taken aback.

  Heart is beating non-stop.

  For the first time in his life, he felt that Song Jiyun was quite good-looking.

  Especially when you laugh, you are radiant and dazzling.

  He paused slightly.

  Song Jiyun turned around and went out, and even shouted at him: "Let's go!"

  Yuan Yunzhong stood with lowered eyes and stood for a while before slowly walking out of the hall.

  The six sons have already driven the mule cart over.

  Song Jiyun got on the mule cart directly, and even raised the curtain to urge him: "Hurry up!"

  Yuan Yunzhong got on the mule cart calmly.

  It was getting darker and darker, and the mule cart drove out of the kiln factory.

  In the rickety carriage, Song Jiyun closed his eyes and meditated.

  The branches on the side of the road hit the roof of the car from time to time, making a "pop" sound.

Yuan Yunzhong lay reclined on the big welcome pillow, and lazily said: "I remember the cup you made for me last time, why is it the same as the mud cubes in your house? You didn't take a mud cube Lie to me?"

  Song Jiyun seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone was quite gentle, he said, "Why? Do you think other people can make the cup you made?"

  Yuan Yunzhong said confidently: "It is true that it cannot be counterfeited."

  Song Jiyun wanted to laugh, and said: "It was a bit rushed that day, do you have a favorite color? I can burn it again for you."

  Yuan Yunzhong looked a little disbelieving, and said, "Can any color be burned?"

   "Any color can be burned!"

  Yuan Yunzhong became interested and said, "Can you burn something else?"

   "Yes!" Song Jiyun spoke very well, "What do you want to burn?"

  Yuan Yunzhong sat up, looking at her slightly.

  In the dark compartment, his eyes seemed to be the only light.

  Song Jiyun's heart seemed to miss a beat, she waited a few breaths before softly saying: "What's wrong?"

  Yuan Yunzhong rushed towards her suddenly.

  Song Jiyun was dumbfounded, subconsciously about to scream.

  Yuan Yunzhong tightly covered her mouth, his distinct eyebrows and eyes were particularly cold, but the whisper that reached her ear was full of warmth: "Shut up!"

   Song Jiyun in his previous life was kidnapped.

  Suddenly, her limbs became cold, her teeth chattered, and she couldn't exert all her strength.

She opened her eyes wide, and saw Yuan Yunzhong patted the six sons driving the car, made a few gestures that she couldn't understand, then hugged her, led her to jump out of the back of the car, and hid in the car on the side of the road. In the woods.

  Under the night, there are shadowy miscellaneous trees all around, tall and short, big and small, growing chaotically and randomly.

   "What's the matter?" She was half hugged by him, and asked angrily.

  Yuan Yunzhong gave her a strange look, his eyes were as sharp as a blade that had not been sheathed in time.

   "I don't know!" He whispered, "But something is wrong. Tell Liu Zi to go forward, and we will go another way, or turn back to the kiln factory."

  Song Jiyun gave a "hmm" and waited for Yuan Yunzhong to make arrangements.

  In the darkness, Yuan Yunzhong also looked at Song Jiyun, his black eyes were like stars in the night sky.

   Song Jiyun didn't know why, so he continued to look at Yuan Yunzhong.

  The eyes of the two met in the air.

  Yuan Yunzhong still didn't move.

  A wonderful atmosphere spread between them.

  Song Jiyun's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help saying, "You don't know the way, do you?"

  Yuan Yunzhong blinked and said displeasedly: "How could I not know the way? I just don't know the way around here! You are a local, of course you led the way!"

   It is tentatively scheduled to be late before twelve o'clock every night, everyone, let's get up and watch it the next morning...

  (end of this chapter)