I Revitalize the Poor Sect by Setting up a Stall

Ming Qiu traveled through time and became the son of the head of Xuan Di Sect. He spent seventeen years as a little fool. In the eighteenth year, he returned to his soul, and was immediately informed by his senior brother that his father had gone into seclusion (to hide from debts), so he had no choice but to temporarily become the acting head of the Xuan Di Sect. The eldest brother Xiao Qiyuan is handsome and straight, and is gifted with sword bones, but he is poor. The senior sister Jinse has an orchid in the empty valley and mutated spiritual roots, but she is poor. Junior brother Rong Zhuo, elegant and refined, has a photographic memory, but is poor. My father, who went out to avoid debts, is said to be half a god, but he is also poor. Anyway, their sect is small and poor, but fortunately they are very capable of fighting. Except for him, everyone is a swordsman. As for Mingqiu, although he has been stupid for 17 years, his father still followed the holy precepts of his ancestor and helped him awaken the magic weapon of his life - a stall truck during his Zhou Chou Ceremony sixteen years ago. Mingqiu: (angry) He was still stupid at the time! Fortunately, no one sets up a stall in the Three Realms, and the brothers and sisters don't know what this strange car is. Looking at the three sword cultivators who couldn't even practice their natal swords and whose clothes were patched, Ming Qiu sighed helplessly. This poor sect can only rely on his only weapon cultivator to make money. Set up a stall truck and charge the duck! Intention: down-to-earth, self-reliant and self-reliant