The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 104 - 90

Chapter 104: 90

Wang Guiyu got the answer she wanted and stopped asking, sitting there lost in thought. The two sisters Chuntao and Chunhua came in, only catching the phrase "Sun’s house agreed" at the end, and naturally thought of marriage matters. Chuntao happily went back to her room to sleep, while Chunhua glanced at her mother inside the house, thought for a moment, and also went back to her room to sleep.

Wang Guiyu suddenly turned around, carefully looking at Mo Junhua and asked, "Did Lan Tian also agree?"

Everyone in the family knew that Lan Tian didn’t really like Mo Junhua very much; the two were like bickering sworn enemies, always squaring off whenever they met. Ironically, Sanwa always seemed to seek out Lan Tian—no one knew what he was thinking.

Mo Junhua gazed at his mother with a cool look and didn’t say a word. The little courage Wang Guiyu had mustered deflated. Just as she thought to beat a retreat, Mo Junhua closed his book, his expression indifferent, "She agreed, and only then did I. Forcing a lady to marry me is something I, your son, have always disdained to do."

Wang Guiyu chuckled a few times and swiftly left. Sanwa seemed somewhat dissatisfied. Wang Guiyu didn’t know which part of her sentence upset him, and when she returned to her own room, she couldn’t sleep and felt starving. She got up to heat up some food in the kitchen, ate, brewed some medicine, drank it, and then managed to sleep.

Lan Tian’s Divine Sense hovered over the courtyard, and seeing Grandma Sun returning from the direction of the Mo Junhua’s family, knew that her marriage to Mo Junhua was a settled matter. She gathered the daily necessities from her Sleeve Universe and took them out again.

At noon, a matchmaker came to the village, the well-known Hua Mei from the neighboring village. The villagers, who loved a bit of excitement, watched the matchmaker’s direction—it seemed like she was heading to Sun’s house. Thinking of village gossip, someone casually asked, "Hua Mei, you couldn’t possibly be here to propose marriage for Wang Guiyu’s third son, could you?"

Hua Mei gave the crowd a flirtatious wink, "You’re sharp. Indeed, I am here to propose marriage on behalf of Wang Guiyu’s third son."

Despite her advanced age, Hua Mei still dressed in vividly bright colors, her makeup as garish as a monkey’s behind. She fancied herself pretty, but her laughter wrinkled her face like a chrysanthemum, with foundation flaking off, which disgusted the villagers to no end.

"Which family’s daughter?" asked a curious villager.

Holding a floral handkerchief, Hua Mei twirled her orchid fingers, teasing the villagers’ anticipation before saying, "Hehe, I won’t tell you." She swayed her hips and walked away, stirring the villagers’ attention.

Some sharp-eyed villagers saw Hua Mei really entering Sun’s house and sighed incessantly.

Lan Tian was practicing calligraphy inside the house when she heard unfamiliar voices from outside the courtyard. She glanced outside the window and saw Grandma Sun welcoming a woman dressed in bright reds and greens, wearing a floral handkerchief on her chest, who began congratulating Grandma Sun as soon as she entered.

"Grandma Sun, I’ve come to congratulate you. The magpies have arrived at your doorstep, haha."

Watching her behavior, Lan Tian guessed that the woman was the matchmaker Wang Guiyu’s family had invited. Grandma Sun ushered the matchmaker into the hall, and the two sat down to talk inside while Zhao Li also came out from a room and sat on the side listening. Mo Yuanle was not at home; he had just gone out, and it wasn’t clear if he went to the fields or was wandering around the village. Lan Tian didn’t mind.

Lan Tian continued to practice calligraphy with focused attention. Little Tao peeked at Lan Tian and, seeing that she wasn’t restricted, jumped down from her wrist and crept to the door to eavesdrop on the conversation outside. After a while, finding it uninteresting, she ran back, jumped onto the table to watch Lan Tian, and hesitated to speak.

Lan Tian glanced at it, "Speak if you have something to say, no one is forcing you to stay silent."

"Master, are you really going to marry that mortal?" Little Tao absolutely looked down on mortals. Even if they were talented and capable, even if they were the sovereign of the secular world, how could they compare to cultivators? Not to mention, master is not an ordinary cultivator, but the one most likely to become a God in thousands of years.

"What else?" asked Lan Tian, her expression indifferent.

The Emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is, Little Tao, hearing her words, became so anxious that she almost jumped up.

"Mortals only have a lifespan of a few decades, while master, your lifespan is very long. As your cultivation grows higher and higher, your lifespan will also become longer. You might come out of seclusion to find that person already gone."

Lan Tian nodded, signaling it to continue.

Feeling encouraged, Little Tao spoke with full confidence, and couldn’t help feeling a bit carried away, "Master’s cultivation is low now, you haven’t even reached Foundation Establishment. For female cultivators, cultivation is inherently more difficult than for male cultivators. Losing Primordial Yin will make it even harder to progress in cultivation, and with less talent, you might even cut off your Immortal Path. The most important thing right now is to cultivate every minute and second, striving to reach Foundation Establishment as soon as possible. Once you become a high-level Golden Core Nascent Soul cultivator, then it’s not too late to marry."

"By the time I become a high-level Nascent Soul cultivator, my family will no longer be here. Is there still a need to marry then?" Lan Tian rolled her eyes at Little Tao, "Don’t worry! I am aware of what I’m doing. I won’t let a man touch me before reaching Foundation Establishment. You don’t understand worldly matters. Many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface. This marriage must happen." It was necessary for Lan Tian, because of what the monk had said.

Since the master said so, Little Tao dared not say anymore, feeling dejected, she returned to Lan Tian’s wrist, hoping that the master would do as she said, not to lose her original intention and break her Immortal Path due to love and affection.

Mo Yuanle went to a villager’s home in the village to buy rice wine, got ten jin of rice wine, and carried it to Mo Junhua’s house.

When there’s cause for celebration, one feels spirited—the saying was about people like Wang Guiyu. Like an Old Buddha, she directed the family members to prepare for the wedding. Seeing Mo Yuanle arrive, she greeted him with a smile and even led him to her son’s room when she heard he was looking for Mo Junhua.

Mo Junhua was surprised to see Mo Yuanle coming, glancing at the rice wine in Mo Yuanle’s hand, he guessed the purpose of his visit. He knew very well that Mo Yuanle was here to demonstrate his authority. The two shut the door, and Mo Yuanle first handed over the peach bead pendant to Mo Junhua, saying only, "Made by Lan Tian," and said nothing else.

Mo Junhua took it, glanced at it, put it on, and then the two men drank wine in silence, not eating food but just drinking wine. After more than half of the ten jin of rice wine was gone, Mo Junhua pretended to collapse, and only then did Mo Yuanle take the remaining wine and go back.

After Mo Yuanle left, Mo Junhua lifted his head, his eyes clear and bright, without a hint of drunkenness.

Grandma Sun, Zhao Li, and the matchmaker talked for an afternoon. They clearly conveyed their demands to the matchmaker. No matter what Grandma Sun and Zhao Li requested, the matchmaker agreed to them all. Wang Guiyu’s message to the matchmaker was simple: as long as the girl marries into their family, any condition can be discussed.

The matchmaker conveyed the conditions from Sun’s house to Wang Guiyu’s house: a dowry of eight hundred yuan, including a sewing machine and a radio, with other items like quilts, pillows, tables, chairs, ladles, and pots to be prepared as per the norm for a family giving away their daughter. The quilts, tables, and chairs were the easy part, as Wang Guiyu had already bought them and could be directly transferred.

It was just that the dowry money was three hundred yuan more than usual, also adding a sewing machine and a radio, and the radio was a rare item, more expensive than the sewing machine. Clearly, Grandma Sun was deliberately making it difficult for their family, intending not to let Lan Tian marry into their home.