The county magistrate walked up to Shen Yanchen, helped him up, and handed his money bag to Shen Yanchen: "Take it, find a Lang Zhong to see." ”

After speaking, the county magistrate's eyes fell on Young Master Li and the others.

"Pick quarrels and provoke trouble in front of the city gates, take them away!"

Shen Yanchen never expected that the hundred texts in the mouth of the God of Wealth baby would come like this.

He sat on the ground and was a little fugue, and after watching the county order and the others leave, the corners of his lips pulled out two sneers.

It is worthy of the prefectural order, and it is best for you to know what to do.

When the people were almost gone, the God of Wealth baby approached Shen Yanchen and helped him up: "Can you go?" ”

"Yes." Shen Yanchen knew what the God of Wealth baby meant.

The county seat can no longer stay.

The one hundred yuan that the county order gave him just now was to tell him to shut up and stop making trouble with Young Master Li.

And he took Young Master Li away, just to blackmail Young Master Li.

Shen Yanchen and the God of Wealth baby entered the city, just like fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered.

The Li family will not let him go.

At this time, Shen Yanchen didn't know why the Li family had to kill him, he just thought it was because of the woman.

The God of Wealth baby helped Shen Yanchen, and a flush gradually appeared on the white little face: "Which way to go?" ”

He didn't know the way.

"I'll take you away."

The two met an ox cart selling vegetables in the county town in the countryside next to the official road, and the God of Wealth asked Shen Yanchen to give a few pennies and take them for a while.

Shen Yanchen is injured, the money can be earned again, but the injury has to be raised.

The two spent a day in the poorest town in the county and found an inn to live in.

"Shopkeeper, I see a temple with flourishing incense at the entrance of the town, what kind of temple is it?" Getting the hint from the God of Wealth baby, Shen Yanchen sat downstairs and chatted with the shopkeeper.

Inquire about the news of the town, as well as the unknown but prosperous temple.

The God of Wealth sat in front of Shen Yanchen obediently, listening to the shopkeeper's explanation.

"Harm, this is the God of Wealth Temple in our town, very accurate!"

The shopkeeper's voice was colorful, and he told Shen Yanchen about the deeds of the 'God of Wealth Temple'.

As long as the pilgrims who go to the 'Temple of Wealth' to offer incense and worship, they will pick up money the next day.

Not necessarily, it's just that no one will miss it.

If you go to the temple with sacrifices, you will find more money, because the 'God of Wealth' sees their sincerity.

Shen Yanchen was terrified when he heard it.

No one knows better than him who the God of Wealth is.

He squinted at the little guy next to him, wanting to see his face, and found that the little guy's face was flushed, and his usually big and bright eyes seemed to be covered with a veil at this time, and he was looking at the shopkeeper with ignorant and confused eyes.

"Wealth...... Baby, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Daddy! ”

Shen Yanchen patted the face of the God of Wealth baby worriedly.

The God of Wealth baby looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?" ”

The little milk voice is a little slurred, very much like drunk.

Shen Yanchen was puzzled, he didn't call for wine.

"Did you drink too much?"

"No...... You don't need to drink, just smell it, it's enough......" Immediately after, the God of Wealth baby tilted his head and fell asleep leaning on Shen Yanchen's arm.

Shen Yanchen was dazed for a moment, and then remembered that the fairy seemed to indeed 'smell' and drink?

While he was thinking, the table next to him was still clinking glasses boldly.

"Drink!"

"If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

Shen Yanchen: "! "The case has been solved, and the smell of wine from the next table wafts to their table!

The shopkeeper looked at the white and pure God of Wealth baby with a smile: "Your child looks really smart." "White and tender, he really hasn't seen anyone in the town raise their children so well.

"Yes, I usually have a mouthful of food, and I'd rather not eat it, I have to give it to him."

Shen Yanchen feigned a deep sigh.

After greeting the shopkeeper for a while, Shen Yanchen took the baby God of Wealth upstairs to sleep.

When the baby woke up again, it was already the next morning.

He held his head and said blankly: "What's wrong with me?" ”

Why does your head hurt so much?

He remembered that he asked the shopkeeper yesterday what kind of temple the temple in the town was full of incense, and the shopkeeper said that it was the Temple of Wealth!

It's just nonsense!

Before he could get angry, the smell of wine came from the next table, and as soon as he smelled it, his head was dizzy......

The chubby little face of the God of Wealth baby instantly turned red, and his expression was dyed with chagrin.

The amount of alcohol he drinks is actually a smell!

Lose face!

"Awake?" Shen Yanchen pinched a handkerchief in his hand and wiped his face for the God of Wealth baby, very suitable for the identity of his father.

Even if he is injured now.

"Hmm." The God of Wealth baby replied sullenly.

His father, his uncle and uncle, are all massive, only him!

I'm really sorry for my father and them, and they are dragging their feet on the amount of alcohol in the God of Wealth Temple.

"Why is your face so red? Infected with wind chills? Shen Yanchen didn't understand the complicated feelings of the God of Wealth baby, and only reached out to touch the forehead of the God of Wealth baby.

Curious, can the God of Wealth also get sick?

The God of Wealth baby shook his head and dodged Shen Yanchen's hand: "You better look for Lang Zhong to see your injuries." ”

He's fine, but he's in a very low mood.

"There is skill in being beaten, I look at the serious injuries, in fact, they are all skin injuries, I don't need to look at Lang Zhong."

In a simple sentence, the God of Wealth baby heard the sadness behind Shen Yanchen.

How many times do you have to be beaten to be proficient?

Over the years, Shen Yanchen has not had a bad life, but it is very bad.

He was hunted down, bullied, and when he was the poorest, he was penniless, how could he have the money to go to Lang Zhong for medical treatment?

It was what happened in the past few years that made him reluctant to spend money to see Lang Zhong for a doctor.

The God of Wealth baby set his eyes on Shen Yanchen, his eyes glowing with golden light, obviously to see if there was anything wrong with his injuries.

After confirming that there was no problem, the God of Wealth baby withdrew his gaze.

"What was that?" Why, the eyes still glow golden?

Shen Yanchen's face was full of curiosity.

"That's the eye of the sky."

Shen Yanchen was puzzled: "Tianyan, isn't it used to see...... Do you look like something or something? "It's like yin and yang eyes or something.

"There's a lot to see with the eye of the sky." The baby God of Wealth gradually lost patience: "Don't look at me as three years old, but according to your world, I am more than a thousand years old!" ”

One day in heaven, one year on earth, don't look down on him!

He's the son of the God of Wealth, so he's only wrong with yin and yang eyes, right!?

The little guy's milk whirring voice was full of anger.

"Oh, so are you a thousand or three?"

God of Wealth Baby: "...... Three years old! ”

It's so angry!

If he stays in the world for 365 years, he will only grow to four years old, and when he thinks about it, he is even more angry!

The already round little face, puffing out his cheeks because of anger, makes the little face rounder and cuter.

Shen Yanchen couldn't help laughing: "No way, I'm a mortal, you're an immortal, our ages are different, I can only take advantage of you." ”

"A thousand-year-old baby of the God of Wealth."

The God of Wealth baby now wants to smash him to death with an ingot!