Although he has passed by many times, this is the first time that Su Zifang has looked at this temple of wealth so seriously.

Unlike many traditional temples of the God of Wealth, it is the style of the cornices that paint red and green, with carved beams and painted buildings below, and golden splendor above.

This temple of the God of Wealth in Joy Street is simply plain and pitiful.

The gray brick wall is wrapped in two vermilion pillars, and looking at the peeling paint, it seems that it is only made of cement.

In the middle of the pillar is a small door that only allows two people to pass side by side.

A signboard with gold characters on a blue background on the top is written with the three big characters of the God of Wealth Temple, which has not been promoted, and it is estimated that it was also written by the temple repairer.

At a glance, there is only one main hall and one side hall.

The entire gate, including the inner sanctum, is of only three colors: blue, golden, and vermilion.

The colors are pure and simple, without any embellishment or carving.

"Wow!"

Suddenly there was a dog barking inside the door.

Su Zifang opened the bag and put the meat and bones in the place where Wangcai usually basks in the sun.

"Wang!"

With another bark, Wangcai entered the house with a bone in his mouth.

After a while, he returned with the other one in his mouth.

Su Zifang did not leave, but followed Wangcai into the Temple of Wealth.

I first went to the main hall to see the golden body of the God of Wealth.

It is said to be a golden body, but it is a statue of pottery, which is painted with colors, and there are copper-plated bottles, tripods, furnaces and other utensils in front, which looks quite like a thing.

There should have been two Dharma protectors or boys on the side, but looking at the vigorous situation of this incense, Meng Lou should have given up directly.

After taking three sticks of incense, I was about to go out again, and suddenly found that the wall on one side of the main hall was pulling a rope, and there were many strips of red cloth tied on it

When I took a closer look, I found the mystery above.

"Zhang Chunfang prayed to win the lottery and wished for 500 yuan!"

"I have earned more than 60,000 yuan in business this year, thank you to the God of Wealth for your blessing!"

"I picked up a hundred yuan, thank you God of Wealth for taking care of it!"

......

There are hundreds of similar words, all of which are very poorly written, and it can be seen that they were left by some people who are not very good at writing.

Su Zifang looked at a few and felt that he was not too interested, turned around and went out, and saw that Meng Lou didn't know when to come out to clean the courtyard.

The bamboo broom rustled on the ground, and Wangcai followed him, with a bone in his mouth and drooling from time to time.

"You can just eat, you don't have to give it to me!"

Meng Lou stood still and looked at Wangcai, but Wangcai walked around in front of him as if he didn't understand and put the bones at his feet.

"Wang!"

After calling, he looked at the corner again.

Su Zifang followed Wangcai's line of sight and found that there was also a bone over there.

Wangcai's front paws flicked his bones, and he looked at his bones and screamed a few times.

"Woohoo!"

Although Su Zifang couldn't understand dog language, he felt that he understood it correctly.

"I have it, this is for you, hurry up and eat it!"

Meng Lou looked at Su Zifang and instantly became embarrassed, and the two of them and a dog stood in the middle of the courtyard.

After a while, Wangcai saw that Meng Lou ignored it, whimpered, and ran to the corner with his tail between his legs, but he didn't even look at Meng Lou.

"I'm still grumpy!"

Meng Lou complained and looked at Su Zifang and nodded: "Why did Boss Su come to the temple today?"

"If you want to put incense, just take care of yourself, don't put the incense money, the neighborhood or something, and don't waste your money. ”

Su Zifang: ......

Before he could speak, he didn't know how to continue at Meng Lou's words.

"I'm here to send two bones to Wangcai. ”

After being stunned for a few seconds, he reacted and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"If the God of Wealth can really have a blessed effect, why have I stayed here for so long?"

Su Zifang thought about it for a while, and felt that Meng Lou's words seemed to be very logical.

As the god of wealth, he can't get rich himself, how can he let others get rich.

"Those strips of red cloth in the temple?"

Su Zifang pointed to the wall in surprise, and saw a little honesty flashing in Meng Lou's eyes.

"Some of them were written by me, and some of them have been here, and they have seen others write about them, and they have psychological hints, and they come to repay their wishes after success!"

"That incense money is not ......"

"Didn't you buy an invalid product?"

Su Zifang thought about it, and suddenly felt that even if he said it, it was not quite right, so he simply swallowed it back to his stomach.

Unexpectedly, Meng Lou actually opened his mouth to take his words: "I feel cheated, don't you?"

Without waiting for Su Zi to open his mouth, he replied: "Actually, it's not, they spend money to buy peace of mind, and the God of Wealth is a peace of mind here." ”

"This peace of mind, they can't get it for themselves, they can only spend money here. ”

"That's what I'm here for, helping them to be strong. ”

After Meng Lou finished speaking, Su Zifang didn't find any loopholes after thinking about it for a long time, and even felt that it was a little correct.

I was just about to go deep into this topic, and suddenly I reflected my purpose.

Stopping his curiosity, he coughed lightly: "I haven't known Uncle Cai's name yet, but today I found out that Uncle Cai is a philosopher." ”

Meng Lou waved his hand: "What philosophers are not philosophers, this matter is something that I can't go home to ponder, and I can't compare with you." Just call me Lao Meng!"

"Okay, you're welcome. Su Zifang hurriedly changed his words: "Uncle Meng, you have been on the street for a long time!"

"Almost, more than twenty years. ”

"I was the first person to settle in this street, and now, seeing that other shops have changed more than a dozen stubble, I have been stable here. ”

"Tepid. ”

Although he said it casually, Su Zifang also felt some emotion in Meng Lou's mouth, and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"Uncle Meng listens to the accent from Bashu, why did you come here?"

"I fled a few years ago, so I came, but then I didn't have the money to go back, and I didn't know what was going on over there. ”

"I went back once in the past ten years, and even our entire village was gone, so I didn't want to go back. ”

Su Zifang secretly remembered this information, and maybe he would be able to use it in the later tasks.

Just chatted back and forth for more than ten minutes.

After Meng Lou thanked Su Zifang for making this place more popular, and even the incense in the God of Wealth Temple where he was in was better, he finally talked about eating and drinking.

"Speaking of which, the food in this Jingling is not good, it is not as good as the food at our house!"

Su Zifang's eyes lit up, and he was finally about to come to the genuine goods, so he hurriedly opened his eyes and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"There is no good Sichuan food in this place!"

Su Zifang listened to these words, and was so excited that he almost screamed, and the excitement on his face was overflowing.

But there is still an understatement on the face: "What do you say?"

"Aren't there a few Sichuan restaurants that are also good? I remember their boiled cabbage, Dengying beef, boiled pork slices, mapo tofu and so on, which are quite authentic. ”

When he said this, Meng Lou shook his head and glanced at Su Zifang: "You are still a cook!"

"I don't even know about this old dish. ”

"Then you can't even cook bean dregs and duck, can you be considered a good Sichuan chef?"

"Okara duck?"

A prompt box flashed in front of Su Zifang's eyes.

[Quest (Taste of Hometown): Meng Lou has not returned to his hometown for decades, ask the host to help Meng Lou complete the bean dregs duck he wants to eat. Reward: Business Points x 100. 】

Su Zi let out a long breath, it's okay!