MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 212
Chapter 212
Song Jiyun had observed it carefully when he came in. The house was not obvious from the outside, it was just an ordinary Guangliang door, but when he entered, he found that it looked like a big urn with heaven and earth inside, occupying a huge area. Such a house usually has a dedicated guest courtyard.
Arranging her to live in the inner house is too close.
Director Wang laughed and said, "This is what the Fourth Young Master meant."
He was afraid that Song Jiyun would be uncomfortable, so he said, "No one lives in the house. Now that you live here, the house will be more lively."
Song Jiyun lived in a secluded courtyard on the east side of the inner courtyard.
Enter through the black lacquered Ruyi door. There are two cinnabar plums in full bloom beside the Taihu stone in the corner. There are three small buildings on two floors. The lower part is the study, living room and living room, and the second floor is the bedroom. Pushing open the window, it is a courtyard covering an area of two or three acres, with small bridges and flowing water, pavilions, towers and pavilions, half-shadowed and half-hidden among towering old trees, which is very artistic.
Shao Qing pointed to the black lacquered corner door behind the small building, which was blocked by the bamboo forest: "Out of the Jiaxiang, it is the yard where Zhou Zheng and the others live. When you leave the side door of the yard, you can see the Guozijian. Next to the Guozijian is the Confucius Temple. Walk to Xiaguan It's a bit far away, but there is a road from our side that leads directly to the Xiaguan Wharf. It's very convenient to travel. It takes two quarters of an hour to get there by horse-drawn carriage. If you go to the most prosperous Qinhuai River in Nanjing, it's even closer, and it only takes a quarter of an hour. .It only takes two quarters of an hour to go to Yingtianfu to do business."
They come to sell porcelain, and they have to deal with these places.
Song Jiyun leaned against the window lattice on the second floor, pondered: "Do you know which is the largest silver building in Nanjing City? Where is it?"
She's going to sell her china for jewelry prices!
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Far away in Jingdezhen, Jiangxi, as soon as the twelfth lunar month enters, every household slaughters pigs and sheep, and the flavor of the new year is getting stronger.
The Song family was in the filial age, and everything should have been kept simple, but the Qian family didn't want to wrong Yuan Yunzhong.
Not only did Madam Zheng keep an eye on the kitchen, stuffed sausages and smoked bacon, but she also borrowed the cook from Master Yan's family from Suzhou to cook eight-treasure duck, fried meatballs, spread egg dumplings, I ordered sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes, oiled gluten and fried tofu, soaked winter bamboo shoots, picked shepherd's purse, and prepared a table of authentic Suzhou dishes for him for the New Year's Eve dinner.
The affairs in the kiln were entrusted to Luo Zixing, and the outside affairs were entrusted to Master Yan, but the Song family also had a lot of affairs. The children of ethnology will be on vacation, how will the fees for ethnology be allocated next year? How should the income from the festival be distributed among the various households? How to subsidize the orphans and widows in the clan? How much does each family pay for the sacrifice... There are so many things, Song Jiyun is not here, and Qian's big belly makes it inconvenient to participate, so Yuan Yunzhong went instead.
Especially when Jiang County Magistrate came to visit the ethnology school, not only was Yuan Yunzhong accompanied, but he also won the opportunity for Song Family Studies through Jiang County Magistrate to select three students to study at Heshan Academy in Suzhou every three years.
Song Family School suddenly became a private school that everyone in Liang County envied.
The elders of the Song family were so excited that their eyes filled with tears, they came to the Song family in person, and poured out basket after basket of good words in front of the Qian family, boasting that Song Cuiyun found a good son-in-law, and her natal family followed suit.
Qian Shi saw that Yuan Yunzhong was usually indifferent to people, but he didn't expect that Song Jiyun was not at home, but he was considerate in everything, and he had such abilities, naturally, the more he saw him, the more he liked him.
Influenced by the Qian family, Song Jiyu and Song Jixue also respected this brother-in-law. Not only did they make a net for Yuan Yunzhong, but they also made red lanterns with their own hands and cut all kinds of window grilles for the six sons to take to Yinyu. Church.
The six sons got this job, so they called a group of servants, hung lanterns, pasted window grilles, and climbed up and down. It was very lively.
Yuan Yunzhong disliked the noise in the yard, so he simply closed the window of the study and let them rage outside.
Zheng Quan met, and asked him to write Spring Festival couplets with a large pile of white waxed paper—Song Youliang passed away this year. According to the custom, the Spring Festival couplets of the Song family had to be posted on white paper.
Unexpectedly, he pushed open the door of the study and saw that Yuan Yunzhong was playing with the alum red snow scene hexagonal boxes that Song Jiyun gave him.
Pagoda-shaped, stele-shaped, arch-shaped... Porcelain the size of a wine cup was manipulated into various shapes by him.
Zheng Quan was a little confused.
Yuan Yunzhong raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on him: "What's the matter?"
Inexplicably, Zheng Quan felt the displeasure of being disturbed.
"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Quan hurriedly said, "It's just that the red Spring Festival couplets are sold outside. I would like to ask you to help write a few Spring Festival couplets."
Yuan Yunzhong nodded and signaled Zheng Quan to put the paper on the big book case.
Zheng Quan turned around, but saw a map of waters hanging on the screen.
The little red circle has already drawn to the city of Nanjing, and a few small plum blossoms are painted beside it, some are filled in, some are not, just like the ninety-nine cold dispelling picture.
He couldn't help counting the colored plum blossom petals, a total of fourteen.
"Missy has been in Nanjing for almost half a month?" He placed the stencils and said with emotion, "I don't know how Missy is doing now?"
Yuan Yunzhong pursed the corners of his mouth, followed Zheng Quan and landed on the red plum blossom petals on the screen.
While on the road, there was still news, but when we arrived in Nanjing, there was no news.
He suddenly felt a little upset.
Instructed Zheng Quandao: "Go and change the direction of the pot of camellias on the steps."
Do you want the flowers to bask in the sun?
But it was gloomy outside, as if it was going to snow.
Zheng Quan scratched his head, thinking that he was taking care of Yuan Yunzhong instead of Shao Qing. Shao Qing usually obeyed Yuan Yunzhong's words, so naturally he should be like Shao Qing and not go against his wishes for such a trivial matter.
He went to change the direction of the camellia.
Zheng Quan discovered that the flowerpots of the camellias were square purple clay pots, some with inscriptions on them, and some with flowers painted on them.
Whether the direction of the flower has been changed is clear at a glance and there will be no confusion.
This thought flashed through his mind, and he threw it behind him.
He was working in Yinyu Hall during this time, and most of the servants in Yinyu Hall were bought later, but Shao Qing taught the rules very well, and he never saw anyone disobeying Yuan Yunzhong's orders.
He was thinking a little too much.
Zheng Quan clapped his hands and went back to the study.
Yuan Yunzhong asked him to help cut the paper: "Cut as many Spring Festival couplets as you want to write? How big do you want to cut where you want to post?"
The size of the gate and the couplets at the second gate must be different.
Zheng Quan really didn't pay attention.
He said: "I'll go take a look and come right away!"
Yuan Yunzhong nodded.
After a while, a small servant who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old walked in lightly, saluted him respectfully, and asked with lowered eyebrows, "What do you want, sir?"
"Is there no news from Shao Qing?" He asked.
The boy said: "Not yet."
Yuan Yunzhong sneered: "This is the monkey returning to the mountain, so I don't know how to play!"
The servant dared not say a word.
Yuan Yunzhong said: "Go, tell you Qianhu that Shao Qing's allowance has been deducted."
"Isn't it?!" The boy looked up in shock, seeing a pair of sophisticated eyes on his rather childish face.
He couldn't help pleading for Shao Qing: "My lord, you may not know that our Jinyiwei doesn't have much salary, and we usually live on allowances. And it's only paid once every six months."
Yuan Yunzhong's words don't matter, Shao Qing's half-year allowance is gone.
Then Shao Qing is not living by tightening his belt, but by tightening his neck.
He wanted Yuan Yunzhong to change his mind, and continued: "Nanjing is thousands of miles away, even if you ask questions in the palace, there is a grace period of one month. Shao Qing didn't reply for only 14 days, so the crime is not the end of it?"
Yuan Yunzhong glanced at the servant.
The boy immediately shut up, bowed his head, murmured "yes", and retreated.
Yuan Yunzhong's mood became more and more irritable.
(end of this chapter)
