MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 38

  Chapter 38

  Is there a long way to go in Japan?

Okay! There is ample time!

  Song Jiyun smiled at Yuan Yunzhong, sent Yuan Yunzhong to the door like a fool, and then turned back.

  Ms. Qian is in the warehouse, sorting out some of her dowry.

Song Jiyun looked over, pushed his mother to sit down in front of the small drum-shaped table in the warehouse, poured a cup of tea for his mother, and said, "Mother, Mr. Yuan was here just now, so I didn't have the time to ask. Now it's just us mother and daughter." , you must tell me how you suddenly changed your mind?"

   Qian Shi seemed to have expected that she would ask questions a long time ago, pointed at Xiudun beside him with a smile, motioned for her to sit down, took a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "Yun Duo, what are your future plans?"

   "Are you talking about family affairs?" Song Jiyun spoke with confidence, "We still have three years of filial piety, the most urgent thing is to let you give birth to the fourth child safely..."

   "I'm not talking about that." Qian interrupted Song Jiyun, and said softly, "I'm talking about you. What are you going to do in the future?"

"me?!"

   "Hmm," Qian said, "You're not too young, although it's not good to say these things at this time. But I still want to ask you, are you planning to get married in the future or recruit a wife?"

   "Not even prepared!" Song Jiyun said disapprovingly.

  Ms. Qian pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "You child, your ideas are too righteous."

Song Jiyun hugged Qian's arm, pillowed it on her shoulder, and said, "Mother, I know what you're worried about. It's just because I feel that I have thrown the face of Grandpa Song Jiu and grandma on the ground and stepped on it." Step on it again, offending almost everyone in the Song family, and if something happens to our family in the future, not to mention the helpers, there may not even be anyone who can say a word to our family."

  Ms. Qian nodded her head straight, feeling that there is no more caring and caring daughter in the world than her.

She touched her daughter's blue hair lovingly, and said quietly: "These people are black-hearted and rotten, and they will definitely not let it go. Other things are easy to talk about. I am afraid that they will make a fuss about your marriage, and the few families will join forces. , spend a few years or even more than ten years of work to set up a trick to cheat the marriage."

   Song Jiyun already knew what her mother was thinking.

  She smiled and said, "Do you want Mr. Yuan to be your son-in-law?"

Qian Shi said: "I'm most afraid. We took precautions and selected carefully. In the end, the person we were looking for was still in collusion with the Ninth Master and your uncle. No matter how bad Mr. Yuan is, he can stand by our side at the critical moment." , is better than anything."

   Furthermore, Mr. Yuan looks good.

  If this happens, the child born will definitely look good.

   It's just this reason that she can't tell her daughter anyway.

  She only mentioned the third reason: "With his background, it is easier for you to restrain him."

  The corners of Song Jiyun's eyes twitched, wondering if her mother would change her mind if she knew that Yuan Yunzhong was someone who could make the government search the house.

Mrs. Qian has continued: "I let him stay at home for a while, and I also want to observe his moral character carefully. We don't ask for anything else, only ask him to listen to you honestly, you are a stand up , in the days to come, it won't be too bad."

   But what if he doesn't listen to her?

  Song Jiyun suppressed a smile, and said straightforwardly: "Okay! If mother thinks this method is good, then we will keep Mr. Yuan at home for a while."

  Ms. Qian was very happy to see her daughter agreeing with her approach.

  She whispered to her daughter: "If Mr. Yuan is not suitable, let's change someone else."

   Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing.

   It turns out that her mother's love for Yuan Yunzhong is also conditional.

  He's just a spare tire.

She simply poured cold water on her mother and said: "Young Master Yuan is going to leave today, so he pinched a hand-pressing cup and said that he would take it home as a souvenir, and asked me to burn it overnight. I didn't sleep all night, so I burned the cup out. Although he said he won't leave for the time being, I'd better help him send the cup there."

   Qian was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said, "Did he use the kaolin clay left by your father to make a cup? What kind of cup did he make? Show me!"

   Shouldn't the focus be on him letting her burn out overnight?

  Song Jiyun took a look at her mother, and found that her mother was really happy, and silently brought over the cup that Yuan Yunzhong hadn't had time to give just now.

   Qian held the cup and looked left and right, Song Jiyun said: "It's ugly, isn't it?"

   "Not ugly!" Qian said with a smile, "I think back then, when your father coaxed you to make a cup, you made a similar look like this."

   Song Cumulus is full of dark clouds.

  She is an artistic creation, okay?

   Seeing that she was unmoved, Mrs. Qian got up to look for the cup: "I remember your father kept it like a treasure. He said it would be used as a dowry for you when you get married."

  When she said this, she couldn't help but think of all kinds of things about her husband, and her expression was gloomy.

  Song Jiyun hurriedly supported Qian, and said: "Don't make trouble, be careful that Xiaosi will be unhappy."

Qian thought she was being shy, so she sat down politely, and then talked about Yuan Yunzhong: "You said, Mr. Yuan is already pinching cups, so he wouldn't be interested in firing porcelain, right? It would be great if that's the case. In the future, I can also help you manage the kiln at home."

  Song Jiyun felt that her mother thought too beautifully.

   Just like Yuan Yunzhong, still firing porcelain? Tube kiln factory?

  Song Jiyun couldn't tell her mother clearly, so she accompanied Qian to have a conversation and went to Yinyu Hall.

  Yuan Yunzhong looked like an old man, reading a book lying in the drunkard's chair in the study.

   There are ice basins in the four corners of the study room, offerings are placed on the desk, iced fruits are on the coffee table, and the six sons are playing fans with all their strength beside them.

  When he saw Song Jiyun, he raised his head and let out an "ouch", and said, "Miss Song is here, what advice do you have?"

Song Jiyun leaned against the floor covering, and said: "My father left suddenly, and my uncle presided over the funeral. Neither the shopkeeper in the shop nor the master in the kiln could give an explanation. I plan to set up a funeral at home in the next two days. Banquet, invite them to sit down and talk. If Mr. Yuan is fine, come and give me a hand!"

  Yuan Yunzhong heard this, and walked up to her, stood still on the other side of the floor covering, looked Song Jiyun up and down, and said, "Miss Song, do you want me to hold the pot for you?"

   This is usually the job of servants.

  Song Jiyun looked at him provocatively, and said with a light smile, "What? Is Mr. Yuan unwilling? Our bowls are not so good!"

  Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes seemed to be full of starlight, and said in a low voice: "I am determined to do what I want, but I dare not ask you!"

  His voice is like a huqin, long and clear.

  Song Jiyun paused, threw the brocade box in his hand to Yuan Yunzhong, and said, "Your cup!"

   Then he walked away.

  Yuan Yunzhong opened the brocade box.

  A gray and white cup lay quietly on the navy blue Zhang velvet.

  He couldn't help but picked up the cup and looked carefully at the sun.

  Overnight, the cup actually boiled out.

  It seems that Song Youliang is really a rare porcelain master in Jingdezhen for a century. "

  It turns out that Miss Song is not only good at messing around!

   The tipping activity has been changed to August 9th, everyone’s tipping will be valid after the 9th...

  (end of this chapter)