Prologue

Chentan town is protected for ten years when the God of Wealth appears.

TL: Ishi

PR: Luke & Riri

QC: Luke

Chentan is located at the south-west frontier of the Jinling Province.

The town sits along the river, beautiful and rich, with a simple folk lifestyle.

After passing one meter through the town’s archway, there is a market where people call themselves the gods of wealth.

A household located here was originally referred to as the House of the God of Wealth.

The residence has been empty for years and each year, the residence eventually started to be buried in dust. But even behind the high walls, one can get a glimpse of the house’s exquisite rich gold colored walls.

There is a large open space in front of the residence. The open space is surrounded by walls and one side is faced towards a river. That very same year, near the river, there was also a row of pine benches repaired by the owner of the house, for passersby to rest. The red lacquer paint on the benches had already been eroded by Chentan's abundant rain falls, which exposed the original ivory yellow wood along with a flat and smooth texture created by the butts of Chentan.

The front door of the House of The God of Wealth has been popular for more than a decade, but no one ever knew about the owner of the house.

It is rumored that the house was once the property of a big family in Jinling.

First, there was a curious child, who wanted to go over the wall to investigate; Then there were adults who wanted to scare those naughty children, Sign: There are fairies living in this house, do not disturb!

It was originally just a hoax, but eventually it was spread through words; a rumor that the God of wealth lives in that house.

In anticipation to be blessed by the God of Wealth, the people of Chentan set up vendor stalls in the big empty space in front of the house, in hopes to sell a lot of items.

The God of Wealth’s residence is located in the middle of Chentan, many pass through going from the road south to the north. As the flow of passersby dies down near this residence, it was natural that it mistakenly turned into a thriving idealised business model of food and health.

But people didn’t understand the logic that this was the God of Wealth’s way to bless people, and soon this also became a rumor and the “house of wealth” became very popular.

The story that is about to be told took place in Shunde in the autumn of sixteen years.

[tl/n: Shunde is a district in Foshan city, Guangdong.]

It was the eighth day of September, the evening in front of Chentan’s God of Wealth’s house, people put up stalls for their business as usual. A handsome young man with a worn out shirt appeared riding a slow big dark horse with luggage on its back.

Chentan is not that big, the parents who have been weak for years are nothing more than the fact that this family still has a wife and the other has a dog. Such a pitiful family.

So Tang was the man focused by the eyes of everyone. It quickly halted the hustle and bustle in front of the God of Wealth Mansion and disappeared, leaving a breathless stare in his eyes, observing the incoming—

To only see that young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, closing in from afar, finally stopping in front of the market.

Getting off the horse, he paused and looked around briefly. From his tattered sleeves, he took out a crumpled map and approached the fat lady selling roasted fish next to him. In a foreign accent, he asked: “Niangniang, check with you, do you know how to...get to this place?"

The twenty years-old fat lady could not figure out where his accent or the way he addressed her as “Niangniang” came from, but upon seeing this 8 feet tall young man speaking to her, her face flushed as she hurried over excitedly to take a closer look at the map.

After a moment, she shyly looked up at the young man and asked: “Young man, what business do you have there?”

Young man: “This is my house.”

“...Huh?” The fat aunty asked to confirm: “Your house?”

Young man: “My house.”

“Your house?”

Young man: “Yes, my house.”

The fat aunty looked at the young man for a moment and looked back at the god of wealth’s house : "That is it..."

"Thank you!" The young man looked up for a moment, led the horse forward, there was a sand covered keyhole, he then took a key out from his waist pocket and turned the keyhole one full circle.

After ten years, the door that has been covered in dust was opened.

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