"As for those servants who are lazy and unruly, we should punish them appropriately to maintain order in the mansion. Only in this way can the mansion be in order, and the servants can perform their duties, creating a harmonious and peaceful place in the mansion. Environment. That’s the second one.”
"In addition, in the past half month, my daughter-in-law's health has gradually improved. She has been wandering around the house for free, and found that many servants in the house are in positions that are not suitable for her. For example, a girl who is good at acupuncture is assigned to work in the kitchen, and a girl who is good at waiting on Those who grow flowers and plants are assigned to guard the front yard, which is really not a job based on merit."
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Okay, okay, I talked for a long time.
After listening to this, Mr. Song's eyes became more and more appreciative.
I feel even more pleased.
For such a talented and virtuous woman to marry into the Song family, it really opened the eyes of the Song family ancestors!
The anger in his heart had long since been washed away by Lu Ling's words, and the smile in his eyes also overflowed.
"Ling'er's words make sense, I'm so happy!"
Lu Ling chuckled and nodded.
Liu Qingyun stood aside and realized that Lu Ling could actually say so many truths, and what she said...
She felt ashamed to see anyone for a moment.
Mrs. Song snorted coldly, not wanting to see Lu Ling at all, and said: "You are really good at talking nonsense. If you are really asked to take charge of the servants, who knows what you will do?"
When Lu Ling heard this, he just smiled and nodded, and said, "What mother taught me is that I am afraid that Ling'er only talks about things on paper and has a superficial view."
Seeing her obedient look, Mrs. Song couldn't find any reason to scold her. For a moment, she felt a tight breath in her chest that couldn't come up or go down. It was really uncomfortable.
Mr. Song blew his nose at Mrs. Song and said displeasedly: "You still want to find fault. You made the house look like this today, and I haven't dealt with you yet!"
Mrs. Song was stunned and frowned: "Nothing happened in the house, but you still want to punish me? Aren't you going to let the servants make fun of me as the head of the house?"
"You still know that you are the head of the house? The house is in chaos, and you still don't realize your fault?"
Master Song was so angry that he was trembling all over. He knocked hard on the armrest of the Grand Master's chair with his hand, making a distressed look, "I think you and Wenzhou are the same, two ignorant people who can't even take care of such a small mansion." Well, it’s really embarrassing for me as a prefect!”
Song Wenzhou, who was not present at this time:?
Mrs. Song stood up and said loudly: "Master, you can scold me, but why do you still scold Zhou'er? Isn't he your son?"
Master Song suddenly thought of the treacherous son who stole someone in the garden last night. He got angry and stood up. He pointed at his face and said, "I wish I hadn't given birth to such a waste! I'm twenty now." Two, I accomplish nothing and indulge in lust every day, so I don’t even have the shame to go out and meet my colleagues!”
When Mrs. Song heard that her son was so disliked by his father, her usual fear of her husband disappeared. She pointed at Mr. Song's nose and scolded: "Song Tiancheng, aren't you just a little prefect yourself? You still dislike Zhou. The son has accomplished nothing, and Confucius also said that it is the father’s fault to raise him without educating him, why don’t you think about your own reasons?”
Seeing Mrs. Song become a shrew, the beard above Mr. Song's lips trembled again, "You think it's my fault? I think Zhou'er just followed you. It was you who pampered him until he only knew how to eat and open his mouth." Reaching out trash!".
Mrs. Song gritted her teeth, poked her index finger on Mr. Song's chest, stared and said, "Are you still blaming me? Look at you, you are still a small prefect after twenty years, what have you done to me?" Who among your colleagues has not been transferred to Beijing as a Beijing official long ago?
"Look at those smart people. Who doesn't go around looking for money to please their boss, who doesn't help their son find an official position? You are such a stupid person. All you want to do is let Zhou'er study and take the imperial examination every day. Zhou'er is not good at it by nature. In this regard, you still call him a pig brain? Who gave birth to this pig brain? You yourself are not very capable, so you still blame your son!"
The more Mrs. Song scolded, the more energetic she became, until Master Song fell into the chair again, with saliva spraying all over his face.
He raised his sleeve and wiped his face, shouting quickly: "What a shrew, what a shrew! How could I, Song Tiancheng, fall in love with you back then?"
A look of regret.
Liu Qingyun hurriedly reached for Mrs. Song's hand, but Mrs. Song threw her away.
The rest of the people also tried to persuade him, but Mr. Song murmured: "Only villains and women are difficult to raise!" He repeated this several times, and the quarrel continued.
Lu Ling couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Father, mother, stop arguing, there are guests outside the door."
When the couple heard this, they really stopped quarreling. It wouldn't be embarrassing if outsiders saw them quarreling like this!
Everyone looked outside the hall.
Sure enough, a servant hurried towards the main hall.
Mr. Song hurriedly stood up from his chair and said to the two wives: "Quickly, lock Madam in front of the wall of the Buddhist hall. She is not allowed to come out without my order!"
"Song Tiancheng, what do you mean? If you can't tell me, you will have me imprisoned? Song Tiancheng, you..."
Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Song was already half-pushed and half-supported by the two women to the backyard.
Lu Ling's ears suddenly became clear.
The servant also ran in and said to Mr. Song: "Sir, Zhou Cheng sent someone to invite you!"
Mr. Song hurriedly pulled the collar that was tangled up by Mrs. Song, calmed down and walked out.
Lu Ling said quickly: "Father, wait a moment!"
Mr. Song paused and turned around to see Haitang coming with a bowl of medicine.
Lu Ling said: "Father, the Confucius Pillow Soup you just cooked is ready to drink. You have been busy with work recently and overused your brain. Please pay more attention to your health."
Haitang handed over the medicine.
Master Song's mood suddenly improved a lot. He took the medicine and drank it in one gulp. Then he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Good boy, your mother-in-law has been thinking about you in the Buddhist hall these past few days. You can fight with Zhou'er for the time being." Let’s sort out these messy things in the house.”
The expression on Lu Ling's face remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "Father believes in Ling'er, and Ling'er should do his best to stabilize the family."
Master Song felt much relieved when he saw the calm look on Lu Ling's face.
Before leaving, he remembered again: "By the way, yesterday I asked Dr. Chu to take your pulse. Dr. Chu just came here again and I forgot about it. Now let Dr. Chu come again."
Lu Ling said: "Thank you very much for your concern, father."
Mr. Song hurried out under the sunset.
Lu Ling watched his back disappear at the door of the house, a satisfied smile gradually appeared on his face.
As expected, the power of running the family was in her hands. Unless she took the initiative to give up the power, Mrs. Song would not be able to take it back.
She turned cold, looked at the servants who were still around her, and said: "Father said that my mother is tired, so I will handle the troublesome slaves. Now, please gather all the servants in the house together in the yard. .”
