Chapter three hundred and ninety-ninth purple clay pot
After listening to the first half of Song Siyang's words, people were already ready to make a move. As soon as the second half of the words came out, the sloppy people immediately shrugged their heads. Do you want to do this or not?
"Mr. Song, do you want to move this to your office?"
Gao Bin pointed at the set that had not been removed from the car and his eyes lit up.
Sure enough, this sofa is indeed exquisitely made, like a collection in an intellectual's study.
"No need. After they finish eating, follow them to the county seat and move directly to my study."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Ergou, who had been watching Song Siyang silently, was startled.
He has been thinking about what benefits Song Siyang gave his eldest brother to give him such an expensive sofa.
One day after that, Li Jingming invited everyone to dinner, and the words came slowly at the dinner table.
The success of the brick and tile factory was not inevitable, but because of Song Siyang's help, those who followed him had a good life.
Because of Song Siyang's help, he almost fed the entire village and the people who worked under him.
This kind of kindness can only be repaid by a set of sofas made in ten days.
"Uncle Song, why don't you put it here? If you like it, I'm making a set for your study."
Li Jingming hurriedly stopped him, but he must not let the old man go back and forth in the car.
This sofa only requires a few days of labor, and bamboo is free.
"It would be a waste of money to let me work part-time here, so I'd better go down with you and put it directly in the study.
It just so happens that I've been staying on the mountain for half a month, and it's time to go down and take a rest."
After Song Siyang finished speaking, his eyes fell on a set of sofas behind the big truck.
He had a hunch that Li Jingming's future would be extraordinary.
After a while, Gao Bin led Li Jingming and others to the kitchen for dinner.
On the way back, Li Jingming sat on Song Siyang's off-road vehicle, and the large truck he rented followed silently behind their car.
Along the way, Song Siyang told Li Jingming about his travels when he was young.
Li Jingming was relatively lucky. He made a fortune at the age of forty-five and started singing again.
When he arrived at Song Siyang's villa, Li Jingming realized that his money and achievements were not even a drop in the bucket in Song Siyang's eyes.
Next to the county town, there is a huge yard full of flowers and plants. There is a rockery in the middle of the yard. The rockery stands in the middle of the pool and is surrounded by fountains.
After a trip to Shanghai, he learned that this kind of architectural style is called Western style.
There is a red leather sofa in the living room on the first floor, and four thick white pillars support the second floor.
On both sides of the leather sofa are the stairs leading to the second floor, and the sofa is carried into the study room on the second floor.
The study room is also decorated in Chinese style, with bookshelves on one side and old blue and white porcelain and strange ornaments on the other side of the golden nanmu shelves.
Li Jingming was fascinated for a moment, while Zhao Ergou and several workers behind him were stunned.
From the moment I walked in, I didn't dare to take a step forward, for fear that the dirt from my soles would fall onto the shiny floor.
Under Song Siyang's command, a single bamboo chair and a round coffee table were placed on the balcony of the study, while a double bamboo chair was placed in the study.
Li Jingming originally planned to leave, but Song Siyang stayed behind.
Reluctantly, Li Jingming sent Zhao Ergou and the others back first, asking them to stay here would only make them uncomfortable.
"Xiao Li, what do you think of Uncle Song's tea set placed here?"
Song Siyang took out a tea set from the cabinet.
This pot and four small cups are simple in shape, simple in color, elegant and elegant, and the sculptures on them are exquisite. They look like no ordinary tea set.
Li Jingming didn't know much about tea sets, but he had the good fortune to learn in a book that the teapot was made of purple clay and was the best of its kind.
The longer the clay pot is used, the brighter and newer it becomes. There is a saying in the book that as time goes by, living things will become more brilliant. It is an immortal thing that will live forever for thousands of years.
Inexplicably, Li Jingming thought of the line in Ouyang Xiu's "Tasting Tea with Mei Gongyi", "I am happy to share the purple pot and drink it, and I admire you for being unrestrained and unrestrained."
It means that I happily chant with you and taste the tea brewed in the purple clay pot together, envying your chicness and lingering sentiments.
"Uncle Song, this teapot of yours is very unusual. Isn't it a pity to put it here?"
In Li Jingming's opinion, this pot is old and may not be suitable to be placed here.
"This pot is originally worthless, but it becomes valuable if you hold it a thousand times.
The same goes for this table and chair. Everything has its own spirit. If you touch it for a long time, it will gradually become valuable.
You child, your nature is just like this teapot, calm and kind, sooner or later you will be like this purple clay teapot, do you understand?"
Song Siyang stared at Li Jingming seriously, and Li Jingming shook his head in confusion.
He really didn't understand what Song Siyang said.
"I've given this pot to you. If you need anything in the future, please come see Uncle Song.
I will be at home every Saturday. If you have nothing to do, bring your wife over and play chess with Uncle Song.
By the way, can you play chess?"
Song Siyang looked through the window at the garden downstairs, and Li Jingming couldn't see his eyes clearly.
"Uncle Song, is it inappropriate to give such an expensive gift to me?"
Li Jingming felt more and more guilty. For the first time in a long time, he felt that he didn't understand Song Siyang at all.
"My life is all given by you, it's just a tea set."
Li Jingming was miserable because he lacked furniture that could match this tea set.
"Uncle Song, if you really want to give it to me, then give it to me when I have a table worthy of this tea set. Otherwise, if you give it to me now, it will be a waste of money."
Seeing Li Jingming's stubbornness, Song Siyang smiled, looked at the teacup on the table, remained silent for a few seconds, and said, "Okay."
In fact, Song Siyang wanted to tell Li Jingming that he already had the ability to stand firm in this society, but it just needed time to get used to it.
Just like this teapot, after being touched thousands of times, it has become the priceless treasure it is today.
Just like this sofa, it is like a bamboo pole placed on the mountain. If it is cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, its value will double. If it is polished and baptized by the years, it will eventually become a priceless treasure.
Song Siyang was afraid that when Li Jingming felt that he had the table and chairs to match this tea set, the teapot would no longer be worthy of Li Jingming.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t want it, just keep it.
"Okay, if you have nothing to do, you can go back. I have guests coming tonight, otherwise I will keep you for dinner."
Song Siyang was already planning something else in his mind. The guests tonight were very important, so he would use this tea set to catch big fish.
Anyway, he can't just keep this set of tables and chairs for nothing. With such good craftsmanship, how can it not be promoted?
"Okay, then Uncle Song, you have a good rest. I'll come see you another day. If you need help with anything, just call me. This is my factory number."
Li Jingming placed the note with the number on it on the coffee table, nodded politely, and turned to leave.