"Good thing, whose daughter is it?"
Nezha sat down to the side and scattered a bag of dried fruits he brought from Spring Breeze Building onto the stone table.
He had figured it out; perhaps this marriage was destined for Jiang Ziya. Why bother meddling in other people's business when he could just enjoy the spectacle?
"The daughter of Landlord Ma from Ma's Mansion next door."
"That sixty-eight-year-old virgin?"
Seeing Nezha laugh, Jiang Ziya widened his eyes with surprise and said, "How do you know that?"
"Ran into Landlord Ma this morning, and he told me. But speaking of which, you haven't enjoyed your peaceful days for long yet, shouldn't you wander around a bit and see the fresh world at the foot of the mountain? Why rush into marriage? If the Ma lady is unwilling to roam around with you, wouldn't she be confined to this tiny plot of land?"
