Ouyang Rong shook his head, "I don't dare to ask for advice."

Su Dalang suddenly said: "By the way, I forgot to take brother Lianghan to see my father. My sister Xie family often mentioned brother Lianghan before. My father has also wanted to see you for a long time. Let's go."

Ouyang Rong wanted to refuse and say goodbye, but he couldn't bear Su Dalang's enthusiasm. Without saying a word, he pulled him to an elegant and spacious hall on the west side of Su's mansion.

Here, Ouyang Rong met Su Xian, the master of the Su family.

Su Xian is a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old, dressed in a clean blue robe and dressed as a scholar.

When we first met, he was unsmiling and quite serious, but his facial features were similar to Su Dalang's. Well, it seemed that there was no need to check, he was his biological son...

In addition, Su Xian is a little leaner and shorter than Su Dalang.

But it is not difficult to see that this man must have been a handsome man when he was young. Even now, he is still half a handsome man.

In addition, Uncle Su's brows were slightly furrowed, giving him a somewhat melancholic temperament.

Unlike the melancholy of Su Dalang, who studies every day and has a sad face, this uncle Su seems to have been disturbed for many years, and this melancholy temperament has penetrated so deep into his bones.

When Ouyang Rong and Su Xian and his son met in the lobby, they naturally exchanged polite greetings.

After saluting each other and saying hello, Su Xian, who was in charge, sat upright with a serious face and asked Ouyang Rong some things about his mentor Xie Xun.

After a conversation, Uncle Su spoke calmly, although he seemed old-fashioned, but he didn't have much airs as an elder, and he cared about the younger generation and was quite enthusiastic.

The three of them chatted for a while, each drank tea, and the hall became quiet.

Putting down the tea cup, Su Xian couldn't help but take a few more glances at Ouyang Rong's face.

The latter raised his head and asked:

"Uncle Su, does he have something to say?"

Su Xian thought for a while and felt that he still needed to fulfill some of his elders' educational obligations. He nodded, pointed at the two red marks on Ouyang Rong's face and said:

"My dear nephew, what's the reason for the scar on your face?"

Ouyang Rong was helpless: "I feel ashamed to say that I picked grapes last night. The ladder was not stable and I accidentally knocked down the grape trellis. My face was stained."

The middle-aged scribe wearing a Xiaoyao scarf raised his eyebrows and stared at Ouyang Rong's face for a while. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his head to sip tea.

Ouyang Rong saw this and asked curiously: "Why is uncle laughing?"

Su Xian closed the tea lid and sighed: "My dear nephew, there is nothing bad to say about this kind of thing."

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, "What do you mean, uncle? My nephew did not conceal the truth."

Su Xian pressed his palm downwards, seeming to understand very well, and comforted him nicely:

"You're welcome, my dear nephew. We hit it off as old friends today, and you and Da Lang got along well with each other, so we won't be outsiders. There are some things that your elders won't be around, but my uncle can give you some useful advice."

Someone became more and more puzzled: "What...what suggestion? What is it?"

On the side, Su Dalang, who was taking advantage of Ouyang Rong to come out to drink tea and fish, slowly turned his head and looked at Ouyang Rong, his expression turned strange.

Su Xian sighed:

"My dear nephew, please stop hesitating. The scratch on his face is such a coincidence. I guess my dear nephew must be... I have a fierce wife at home. Did the couple fight last night and was scratched by her?"

Although it was a question, the middle-aged scribe looked determined and smiled without saying a word.

Ouyang Rong: "..."

"Sorry, uncle guessed wrong." He shook his head, "There is no such thing, it's really just the grape trellis that fell down, and my nephew didn't..."

"My nephew, please don't shy away. It's not a big deal if you tell me about this kind of thing. There are only three of us. If my nephew speaks out, my uncle can give you some advice. My uncle has always hated the pain of this kind of thing."

Su Xian interrupted Ouyang Rong's words with a wave of his hand, feeling angry on his behalf, and spoke righteously towards the empty lobby ahead:

"The husband is the sky, the wife is the earth. How can the world be turned upside down? Some fierce women dare to use the earth to suppress the sky and ride on the head of their virtuous nephew. They are really lawless and arrogant.

"Nephew, there is no need to be afraid. The husband is the guide for his wife. No matter what you say, it makes sense. When you go back, try to bring out the ancestral precepts first, and then the family law. If you still can't suppress it, then invite the elders to suppress it.

Be a fierce wife, otherwise if you bow your head once, it will be even more difficult to rise up in the future..."

Ouyang Rong was about to speak but stopped.

Seeing this, Su Xian patted his shoulder and sighed:

"Don't be afraid, good nephew. My uncle is here. Hey, I originally thought that my good nephew could manage an entire yamen at a young age. He should be a strong character who can take charge of his own affairs. But I didn't expect that the back house would be set on fire. With such a fierce wife, hey.

…

"It's okay. If this kind of grape trellis collapse happens again in the future, you can come next door to discuss it with your uncle. If that fierce wife still dares to overwhelm the sky, my uncle will scold and teach her a lesson for you, and he can even turn her upside down..."

Just when the middle-aged scribe scolded Fang Qiu and encouraged his nephew.

Suddenly, a plate of cakes flew out from the back room and landed at his feet.

After a "clang" sound, the whole place fell silent.

Ouyang Rong curiously looked in the direction of the back room. It was strange that the cakes could still grow wings and fly out?

But what made him even more surprised was that Uncle Su suddenly became silent.

In the silent hall, a middle-aged scribe lowered his head and stared at the cakes at his feet for a while. He suddenly raised his head and said with a serious face:

"My dear nephew, this is your fault! We obviously have a good wife who manages the household well, but why are you still not satisfied? Don't you know the ancient saying that 'the woman is the master of the house and the man is the master of the house'?

"No matter how powerful a man is outside, he still has to listen to his good wife when he comes home. This is called listening and you will be wise. What's wrong with a good wife occasionally being strong? This is a treasure!"

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

The middle-aged scribe patted Ouyang Rong's shoulder earnestly, and with his feet under his chair, he quietly moved aside the pastry fragments on the floor and hid them:

"Ordinary wives and concubines will only be obedient to you. They don't care whether what you do is right or not. Only a real good wife will say things you don't like to hear. She is really doing it for your own good. What's wrong with occasionally quarreling and scratching? This is called

Hitting is love, scolding is love."

Su Xian stared at Ouyang Rong after saying this, and paused, as if waiting for something.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, in the hall, apart from Ouyang Rong's soft "Ah" sound, there was only the low-key sound of Su Dalang drinking tea.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to have been pressed on the power button again. With a serious look on his face, he continued to speak:

"The good nephew is obviously so good outside, but he can't figure it out when he comes home. He just provokes the good wife and is forced to scratch her back. Well, you don't even think about it. OK, why is she scratching you? Of course it's you who is at fault.

It’s a place…”

He said sadly:

"You, you, you still come to my uncle to complain. You are really born in the midst of blessings and don't know the blessings. My uncle tells you that no matter what you say about this matter, you are the one who ignores it. Go back and comfort her!"

"ah?"

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth slightly, looked at the cheap uncle whose attitude changed completely, and said with a wry smile:

"What are you talking about, uncle? My nephew is really just a grape trellis."

"Then you have to go back now and fix the grape trellis!"

"..." Ouyang Rong.

At this moment, a woman's soft hum came from the back hall.

Su Xian immediately dropped Ouyang Rong, turned around, and said with a surprised expression:

"Hey, Sister Mei, why are you here? Why don't you say anything? Oh, you're here to visit your nephew, right?"

The woman’s voice continued to come from the back of the lobby:

"Aren't you asking Master Su for instructions? Can you come out to meet the guests? You have to nod your head. Otherwise, if you disobey Master Su even a little bit, you will be betraying the ancestral precepts and family law.

, we have to invite the elders, but I can’t afford it, and I’m trembling.”

Su Xian sneered, stood up and crouched to greet her, "Madam still likes to joke in front of juniors so much, hahaha, come in quickly, come in quickly."

"Humph, I don't dare to joke casually."

A woman slowly walked out of the back room with two maids. She had two slender eyebrows, a round face and thin lips. She looked like an old lady, and her temperament was quite fierce. At this moment, she was like a sharp knife, cutting open

The atmosphere of silence in the hall.

Su Xian hurried forward to help him, but as soon as he came to stand side by side with the long-browed woman, his face suddenly changed and turned into the color of pig liver. He seemed to be enduring the pain, but he still tried his best to face the gazes of his nephews.

A smile indicated that he was fine and nothing was wrong.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but open his eyes. Su Dalang lowered his head and counted the tea leaves in the cup, pretending not to see it.

Wei Mei quietly retracted her hand that was pinching her husband's waist. She turned her head and smiled at the handsome man in the lobby who looked quite pleasing to her eyes:

"My dear nephew, I accidentally dropped the cake on the floor just now. I'll bring you another plate."

"How can I trouble my wife to do all the work?"

Su Xian quickly grabbed Wei Mei, then her old face flushed, and she waved to them hastily: "Xiannephew, you...don't you still have something to do? Why don't you go back first? The grape trellis in my uncle's yard has also fallen down. I have to go and help him now."

Give me a hand."

"..." Ouyang Rong.
Chapter completed!