Septuagenarian Groom

Song Yiren hurriedly said, "This... how can this be? Miss Ma has waited for over forty years, how can we call off the engagement??"

Ma Yuanwai shook his head and sighed, "This is all fate, everything is fate!"

Jiang Ziya thought for a moment, took out a red fruit from his pocket, and handed it to the maid on the ground, "Go, give this to your Miss."

Song Yiren's eyes lit up: "This is a great treasure! Quickly, give it to her to eat!"

The maid immediately took the fruit and quickly left.

Ma Yuanwai said in confusion, "What is it?"

Jiang Ziya said, "It's a spiritual object from Kunlun Mountain, taking it will increase vitality and lifespan. I have another one, I'll give it to Old Father-in-Law as a betrothal gift."

Ma Yuanwai quickly declined.

Song Yiren hurriedly persuaded, "Quickly accept it, there's a long future ahead, maybe you can still hold a grandson?"

Ma Yuanwai thought that made sense, and quickly consumed the fruit.

Miss Ma didn't notice anything after eating the fruit, but the maid next to her exclaimed.

"Miss! You, you, you! Look at yourself!"

Miss Ma took a mirror and saw that there were no wrinkles on her face, and her black hair was much younger.

"Miss is just like when she was young!"

Miss Ma sighed, "Oh! I don't look like I'm in my twenties..."

The maid smiled, "Miss, I just heard our master say he wants to call off the engagement, what should we do?"

Miss Ma said anxiously, "Quickly, go and say, I don't, don't call off the engagement! I want to marry! I want to marry!"

The maid walked out, "Miss! I'll go right away, I'll go right away."

The little maid was also happy for Miss Ma. She had served Miss since she was a child, and in a blink of an eye, they had been together for fifty years.

Miss Ma sat on the bed holding her clothes, thinking about bringing some dowry...

At this moment, the maid ran to the front and saw that Ma Yuanwai had also changed his appearance, "Master! You... what happened to you?"

Ma Yuanwai laughed heartily with a full voice, "I also want to become younger, I have to hold a grandson!"

The little maid also nodded happily, "Master, you're right!"

Song Yiren suddenly said at this time, "I see that the day after tomorrow is an auspicious day, so let's just get married directly, shall we?"

"Good, good, good, I have so much dowry that I haven't sent out yet! I feel uncomfortable in my heart! Haha!"

Ma Yuanwai's words made Jiang Ziya feel ashamed.

"Old Father-in-Law, I have delayed Miss Ma's important matter..."

But Ma Yuanwai didn't care and said, "Don't say such things, it's a good thing that you can come, besides, you are seeking immortality and asking about the Dao, a good man should have ambitions in all directions, but your coming is also letting my daughter find a good home, no need to say more, you can come to pick her up in two or three days."

Song Yiren felt that there was nothing else to do, so he took Jiang Ziya back to Song Family Village.

The two had just entered when they saw Hong Lie transformed into his true form, sitting on the sofa and eating fruit with relish.

At this moment, Hong Lie said, "What's going on?"

Song Yiren chuckled, "Jiang Ziya is getting married! I've discussed it with Ziya, and we'll have the wedding in three days!"

Hong Lie's eyes widened. He put his two wings behind his back, like a person with his hands clasped, and circled Jiang Ziya, sizing him up.

"Old Jiang, I suddenly feel inspired to write a poem for you!"

Jiang Ziya didn't know Hong Lie could write poetry, "Oh, you can write poetry?"

Hong Lie recited, "Leaving Kunlun to Song Family Village, Ziya takes a bride today, a sixty-eight-year-old maiden, marrying in his twilight years! Hahaha! A fine poem, a fine poem!"

Jiang Ziya stared blankly at Hong Lie, knowing he wouldn't say anything nice...

"Very good."

Ao Lie raised his neck, "Of course!"

Three days later, Jiang Ziya and Miss Ma were married.

For a while after the marriage, the couple was quite affectionate. After more than a month, Jiang Ziya wondered if he should find something to do.

His teacher had sent him down the mountain to assist a wise ruler, and now the Cheng Tang's luck was about to end.

Would Zhou Wang abdicate at that time?

When the new ruler arrived, he would definitely lack talent, and it would be the perfect time for him to display his abilities!

However, Jiang Ziya had stayed on Kunlun Mountain for forty years, and he didn't really understand life in the human world.

Miss Ma saw Jiang Ziya pondering and asked, "Husband, is there something troubling you?"

Jiang Ziya said, "Just staying at home, doing nothing."

Miss Ma smiled, "There's no reason not to do business in this world. Not doing business is indeed not good. Go out and take a walk, do some small business, and you can also understand the hardships of the human world."

"But... my dear wife, I've been on the mountain for forty years, and I don't know how to do anything, except weave zhàolí..."

Miss Ma nodded, "That's not bad either. It doesn't cost anything, you just need to cut some bamboo and weave zhàolí!"

Jiang Ziya nodded, cut some bamboo, and wove many zhàolí. The next day, he took them directly to Zhao Ge to sell.

However, he had been there since the sun rose in the morning, and he waited until sunset, but he hadn't sold a single one.

Moreover, he was so hungry that he was dizzy. He could only walk back, six or seventy li back and forth!

Jiang Ziya was so tired that he couldn't walk anymore.

In the evening, Miss Ma found that it was getting late and Jiang Ziya hadn't returned, so she waited at the door.

In the distance, she saw Jiang Ziya walking back slowly, looking exhausted. Miss Ma glanced at the zhàolí, not one less, and felt a little distressed, "Husband, are you tired? Why don't we not sell them? Perhaps Zhao Ge doesn't need zhàolí?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head and sighed, "Nonsense, zhàolí are used by everyone in the world. Maybe I just don't know how to sell them. I'll try again tomorrow..."

Miss Ma saw that Jiang Ziya was covered in sweat, and when she thought that her husband was like a celestial being, how could he do these rough jobs?

She didn't want Jiang Ziya to suffer.

"Husband, too many people know how to weave this stuff... it probably won't sell well, right?"

"But this is all I know how to do. How about we sell some gold? I know the Turning Stone into Gold Technique!"

Miss Ma's lips twitched slightly. "I'll go discuss it with my eldest brother."

Song Yiren entered the house and asked, "Second brother, didn't you go to do some small business? How's it going?"

Jiang Ziya sighed, "I went for a day and didn't sell a single thing."

Miss Ma said from the side, "Eldest brother, advise him not to sell anymore."

Song Yiren nodded, "That's right, our family isn't short of money, why bother with this business? There's still some wheat in the granary, grind it into flour, let's go sell flour tomorrow!"

Miss Ma's eyes lit up, "Eldest brother is right, flour is something every household uses!"

The next day, Jiang Ziya took another bag of flour to Zhao Ge to sell.

But just like the day before, he went hungry from morning till night and didn't sell even half a kilo.

When it was time to go back, Jiang Ziya leaned against the city gate to rest for a while. Just then, someone walked by and said, "Hey, are you selling this flour?"

Jiang Ziya quickly nodded, "Selling, selling, selling!"

The person said, "Give me an ounce!"

An ounce???

So little?

But he couldn't refuse to sell.

Jiang Ziya just felt that this voice was very familiar.