The start of the global recovery becomes the God of Luoshui River

Chapter 50

A boss who cares about his employees and fears the gods deserves to get rich!

It's unreasonable for such a person not to get rich.

"That's right! It's just some incense ash. We sent out a large batch yesterday." Jingui said with a smile.

In their view, the incense ash peace talisman is meant to be auspicious, and the most important thing is that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil.

Li San watched the crowd chatting quietly from the side.

His virtuous censer has infinite uses, and ordinary people would find it tricky to spend 100 million on incense ash safety charms.

But if you know the function of incense ash, you will regard it as a treasure.

100 million just to buy some incense ash?

Li San smiled lightly, he already knew the identity of the big boss in his heart.

A week ago, Li San ordered the night patrol to investigate the movement of the person holding the incense ash. After returning, he learned that he saw incense ash scattered on the ground in Yunling Mountain, and there were traces of fighting on the ground.

At that time, Li San knew that the incense ash was used by the brothers to kill ghosts, so the officials would definitely know the function of the incense ash.

"These officials are so cute, there's no need to beat around the bush like this." Li San couldn't laugh or cry.

If he can help others, Li San will naturally not refuse, and he doesn't mind the official people using incense ashes to deal with evil spirits.

If there is one less evil spirit, many lives will be saved invisibly.

He didn't know that the official even wanted to donate 1000 million at first, but in order to avoid shocking the world, it became a million.

Even so, the temple staff thought it might be dirty money.

No matter how rich a person is, he wouldn't spend 1000 million to buy some incense ash?

Even if 100 million was used to buy incense ash, Jingui and the others declined but had no choice but to accept [-] and use the rest of the money for charity.

"It is taken from the people and used for the people. Since the government can pay for it, it is a good thing." Li San has no objection to the government's approach.

Now that evil spirits are rampant, there are still many people who have not escaped poverty, and there are a lot of children who cannot afford to go to school in the mountains.

This is still a big country, let alone those small countries.

Being able to use the extra money to help the common people is also considered a good fortune.

Thinking that the whole world is now shrouded in the shadow of evil spirits, Li San looked at the meritorious incense burner in his temple, and couldn't help feeling agitated.

"My meritorious golden body is still too weak. It's my fault that I am not good enough. The speed at which the incense ash is produced can't supply many people."

"If my virtuous censer can produce incense ash in large quantities, I will give everyone in the world a peace talisman."

"In this way, the world's population will not drop by [-]% in the past hundred years."

Li San has far-sighted eyes, and now he can only try his best to protect a piece of land in Luoshui City.

Going further, he simply doesn't have that ability.

If incense ash can be produced in large quantities, it will definitely change the current situation to a great extent.

In a bad mood, Li San was really not interested in listening to Jingui and others discussing the details of rebuilding the temple, so he walked out the door.

The current Heshen Temple has three layers of courtyards, the first layer is the outer courtyard, which has many pavilions, pavilions, flowers and plants.

Every day, old people come here to chat, play chess, and play with children.

The large and small halls are in the second courtyard, and the statue of the river god is in the central hall.

The third courtyard is a place for staff to store goods and rest.

Today's Heshen Temple is no longer the small temple in the old society. With the progress of the times and the improvement of productivity, people's living standards are getting higher and higher.

Coupled with many policies, the River God Temple was built like this decades ago. In order to commemorate this historic site, it is also to better worship the River God.

But soon, the place will be rebuilt. Li San went out to look at the men and women outside the door.

On both sides of the garden road in the distance are vendors who sell their stalls every day.

Setting up stalls in front of the Heshen Temple is their daily job and is also a way of supporting their families.

"Have pity on me! This old man is so kind..." Li San had just left the temple gate when he saw a beggar begging under a willow tree in the distance.

I saw the beggar was in tatters, lying on a wooden board with wheels. He had only half of his body, and his limbs seemed to have been amputated from the hips down.

From time to time, he begged from people who passed by.

"Spoofing? Defrauding good people?" Li San frowned when he saw someone put down ten yuan.

.......

Zhang Han, a 24-year-old unemployed youth.

After graduating from junior high school, he went to work in the south, but his laziness caused him to become a "great god" early on.

After playing for three days a day, he occasionally met a buddy who took him to pretend to be a beggar for a day, and he found that he made more money than he did in three days a day.

Since then, Zhang Han has become a professional beggar. He recently heard that there are many rich people and thieves in front of the Heshen Temple, so he is going to try his luck.

But it has been two hours so far, and he has only received a few dozen yuan.

This is too slow, not enough for a small barbecue. Zhang Han looked down at the dozens of yuan in the bowl, feeling melancholy.

"Boom!" A resounding slap on Zhang Han's body.

"Damn! Who hit me?" Zhang Han looked back in pain, but there was nothing behind him, except for the willow tree.

Just as Zhang Han looked around, "Boom!" Another brainstorm hit Zhang Han's head.

"Ah!" Zhang Han screamed suddenly. He obviously didn't see anything, but he was knocked on the forehead twice in a row.

When the people around heard the beggar's movement, they all stopped to watch, obviously there was nothing, why is the beggar holding his head and screaming?

Suddenly, a creepy feeling spread all over Zhang Han's body.

Is there a ghost?Thinking of the illusory ghost, Zhang Han suddenly felt cold hands and feet, and the hairs on his back stood up.

impossible!What the hell is so bold in front of the Rihe Temple in broad daylight?

Even if Zhang Han doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he still knows why little ghosts dare not come to the temple to make trouble.