The twenty-second day of the seventh lunar month is the God of Wealth's birthday. Every household sets off firecrackers and welcomes the God of Wealth. The male lead's grandfather looks at his bare walls and the fact that he doesn't even have enough food to last the night.
Furious, he slams his tobacco pipe to the ground. "We worship the God of Wealth every year, but I've never gotten rich. This year, I'm worshipping the God of Poverty!"
As soon as he lights incense to the God of Poverty, the male lead is born. His grandfather slaps his thigh and names him Wu Youqian.
The moment Wu Youqian is born, a drought strikes for three years in a row. Everyone in the village who worships the God of Wealth runs out of food before nightfall.
But when Grandpa Wu goes out, he comes across pheasants; fish leap into his basket when he goes down to the river. One swing of his shovel opens a mouse hole filled to the brim with grain.
Who says worshipping the God of Poverty is a bad idea? From then on, they worship him every year.
