"Who goes first?"
"Brother Taoist, it's better for the poor Taoist to go first."
The shorter one among them stood up, carrying the bamboo basket containing the fish, and strode towards Jiang Ziya's stall.
This descendant is none other than Shen Gongbao who has changed his appearance. As an old enemy, he and Chu Feng appeared here with the purpose of causing Jiang Ziya's business to fail and return to the great cause of the Conferred Gods List as soon as possible.
This old enemy is a trick to say the least. He knows that the person who deserves the disaster will become more and more powerful if he takes that path, but he still has to push the person who deserves the disaster to go forward.
Shen Gongbao came to Jiang Ziya's stall and saw Jiang Ziya reading a book intently, like a nerd. With a slight smile on his lips, he put the bamboo basket aside, lowered himself, patted the bag, and asked in a soft tone: "Old man, is this wheat flour or rice flour?"
Jiang Ziya was watching intently when he was interrupted by someone. His expression was a little confused. After realizing it, he looked down at the bag and thought for a while, then said with a slightly embarrassed expression: "I'm sorry, I forgot whether this is rice noodles or wheat noodles. You want to know, Let me go back and ask Madam."
Shen Gongbao was dumbfounded by Jiang Ziya's words. The senior brother was so stupid in reading that he couldn't even tell the difference between rice noodles and wheat noodles.
Of course, as another face, Shen Gongbao quickly fulfilled his duties as a stranger.
"You old man, it's so strange that you don't even know what you are selling."
Jiang Ziya smiled awkwardly, he had indeed forgotten.
Shen Gongbao stood up and walked a few steps, then turned back, squatted down and said, "Forget it, I will help you identify it as a mercy, but I have to take it back and cook it before I can tell the difference."
Originally, Shen Gongbao was just teasing Jiang Ziya, but Jiang Ziya smiled and said, "Thank you for your help. You can take it back and taste it, and tell me when you get back."
Shen Gongbao was almost moved to tears by his senior brother's innocence. How could there be such a person in this world.
Of course, Shen Gongbao was not polite. He pulled off a piece of cloth from his body and took away a tenth of the bag of flour.
Jiang Ziya continued to study. For him, the most important thing at hand was to learn the art of war and the strategy of governing the country.
After a while, a young woman whose eyebrows resembled Chu Feng's came over, squatted in front of the stall, and asked, "Old man, how do you sell this powder?"
Jiang Ziya put down the bamboo slips, a few breaths of thought flashed across his face, and asked: "If it were you, how would you sell it?"
Chu Feng, who turned into a woman, didn't say anything for a long time. I'm here to buy your things, and you ask me how to sell them. You are kidding.
There are people in the world who do this kind of business, it would be strange if they die.
"If it were you, how would you sell it?"
After driving Jiang Ziya's somewhat demonic words out of his mind, Chu Feng took out five carved shells with a serious look on his face.
"It's me, I'll sell it for five shell coins."
"Then five shellfish coins"
Jiang Ziya nodded and continued to bury his head in the bamboo slips.
So Chu Feng put down the five shells and took away Jiang Ziya's bag of wheat flour.
…
At noon, when it was time to have lunch, Jiang Ziya, carrying a bamboo slip, came to the fence gate of his house. Just as he was about to open the door, the door opened from the inside.
"When you come back, are the things sold or exchanged?"
Miss Ma looked at the things Jiang Ziya picked back with a smile, and her heart sank.
"Sold. Here's the money I sold."
Jiang Ziya took out five shells from his arms and shook them.
Miss Ma's smile froze, then she put her hands on her hips and cursed: "I worked so hard to grind a bag of wheat flour, but you only sold five shells. The value of that bag is no less than ten shells. You loser, you loser. Useless man."
Jiang Ziya trembled with anger, took a step back, stretched out his skinny hand, and pointed at Miss Ma.
"You, you are so arrogant in your words. I told you that I don't know how to do business, and you insist on asking me to go!"
Seeing that Jiang Ziya dared to talk back, Miss Ma became even more angry. She stretched out her finger, poked the bridge of Jiang Ziya's nose, and spat out foam.
"What do you think you know? What else can you do besides eating? You pig. I'm so blind that I fell in love with you, this useless piece of trash."
Jiang Ziya, who had no stage fright in front of Yuanshi Tianzun and talked and laughed happily in front of King Zhou, was so angry.
"I'm going to divorce you, you useless piece of shit."
The extremely angry Miss Ma said something she could not look back on.
"What, you want to divorce me?" Jiang Ziya almost fainted with anger. Before he could say divorce, this woman spoke first. "You, you evil woman, no wonder you can't get married even in your sixties."
Not getting married at the age of sixty-eight has been a lifelong pain for Miss Ma. When she heard this, her eyes turned red.
"You bastard, old turtle, no one wants me when I'm over 60 years old. How can you be better than me? You're over 70 years old and you're still a bachelor. You've been married for a few days and you don't even dare to take off your clothes at night. Damn you, you don't even dare to take off your clothes at night." You are not a man, you old bastard, and you said that I can’t get married, so I will fight with you.”
Miss Ma, who was carried away by anger, burst out with a strength that is difficult for an old woman to possess and slammed into Jiang Ziya.
But who was Jiang Ziya? A monk standing on the threshold was also furious. He stumbled and quickly pushed Miss Ma to the ground.
"Damn it, you dare to hit me, Jiang Shang killed someone, Jiang Shang killed someone..."
Miss Ma was rolling on the ground, covered in mud, her hair was messy, and she was in a miserable state.
Such a big movement had already attracted the neighbors. Forty or fifty people gathered around the small Jiang family yard.
"It's really rare for two old people, one in his sixties and the other in his seventies, to still be so angry."
“It’s really spectacular”
A woman who looked somewhat similar to Chu Feng's eyebrows said softly.
"It's so cliché, yet it's so powerful. It's more than spectacular, it's simply heroic."
Another woman, whose eyebrows were somewhat similar to Shen Gongbao's, came closer.
The people watching the excitement burst into laughter.
Feeling quite embarrassed, Jiang Ziya rushed into the thatched house and threw Miss Ma's things out.
"Get out of here, I don't want to see you again."
Miss Ma rolled a few more times, but when she saw no one was pulling her, she had to get up and pack her things. When she left, she cursed and said she was a waste and impotent. All kinds of ugly words were sprayed out like machine guns.
The farce ended, and soon the crowd dispersed.
In a corner of the small town, Shen Gongbao turned into his original appearance and said with emotion: "It would be better if we separated such a woman. If senior brother knew the truth of the matter, he would have to thank us. If not, senior brother would bring her with him when he went to the vassal states to rebel." Looking at her, that scene, tsk tsk..."
Chu Feng instantly imagined the scene where Jiang Ziya led the disciples of Chan to fight against the disciples of Jie, Miss Ma came to the rescue and cursed.
Miss Ma cursed Master Wen.
Miss Ma cursed Deng Jiugong.
Miss Ma is lying on her back in Wandering Soul Pass.
Miss Ma looked at Master Tongtian with a cold eyebrow.
…
After that day, Jiang Ziya bid farewell to his sworn brother Song Yiren and left the town sadly.
Chu Feng and Shen Gongbao left the small town on the same day, and Miss Ma also disappeared for some unknown reason.
