In the early Ming Dynasty, a deserted family came to Pancun Street (now Pancun Town, mingguang city). The man is pushing a single car with a quilt, several clay pots and black bowls. A woman's stomach is quite high, and she looks like she has a body for six or seven months. There are two children sitting in the car, one is four and the other is two. They are all boys. The man's surname is Hua, called Hua Liang, and the woman's surname is Hua Liang. They came from Shandong to escape. The couple settled down in a temple of God of Wealth in the east of the street. This temple of the God of Wealth is just a ruined temple with no windows and no handles. It's a woodcarving statue of the god of wealth half a man's height. Because it has not been used for a long time, it has tilted to one side, and thick floating ash has covered the nose and eyes of this bodhisattva.

1111Hualiang and Liang Hua cleaned the underground and walls of the small ruined temple for two days. There is also an open-air stove on the top of the mountain, which is used to make a fire and cook. Adults shout, children make noise. Hey! This is a home. The woman's family is cautious. She repaired the altar, washed the idol, stood the god of wealth on the stage, helped straighten it, bought two more incense sticks and bowed her head to pray. This family has always been with the god of wealth.

1111This Hualiang is a farmer. He can afford to plow and rake seeds, forks and brooms. He still has endless energy. A few days later, he was hired by a man named Pan Lao, an insurer on the street. Although Liang Hua is a woman with little feet, she is good at making pasta, and the steamed bread can be used as a racket. The rolled noodles are thick, thin, long and wide. The noodles cut tonight will not stick together tomorrow morning. I only showed my hand at Master Pan's house, and a Pancun Street is known from south to north. At first, whoever wanted to eat Liang Hua's handmade noodles was invited to the door. When the noodles were rolled out, most owners gave her a bowl and a half of flour to work, and the little life was settled. But this Liang Hua is a woman with a body. Seeing that her belly is getting bigger every day, it is not convenient to walk. Mrs. Pan had an idea. She borrowed 10 Jin of flour from Liang Hua and asked Liang Hua to roll noodles at home every day. There is a stall at the door, and whoever wants noodles will buy it. In this way, a pastry shop appeared on the street of Pancun. Since the God of Wealth Temple lived in their home, people began to burn incense on the altar every once in a while, and then the incense continued gradually.

1111One night, Hua Liang suddenly woke up from his sleep and couldn't sleep any more. He got up, woke Liang Hua, who was sleeping, and said, wake up. I just had a dream that when I was plowing, I plowed out a big earthen basin. Before I could pick it up, an old man with a white beard came over. The old man said it was a cornucopia. If you put a grain of rice in it, it will soon become a basin. Good use will bring happiness; Improper use will ruin people's homes. Before I could speak, the old man turned into a puff of smoke and floated away. I wonder if this dream is fierce or auspicious? After a hard day's work, Liang Hua slept soundly. She was awakened by her husband and was a little annoyed. She said, whatever. It's a blessing, not a curse, but a curse. Then he turned over and fell asleep again. After dawn the next day, the master asked Hualiang to plow the field with cows. Old Niu Yi didn't finish his journey, and the iron plow dug out a big earthen basin. Hua Liang picked up the earthen pot, wiped the mud and looked at it. There is nothing special about an ordinary clay pot. After the break, Hua Liang returned to Liang Hua with a clay bowl and said happily: Last night's dream came true, and I really dug a treasure bowl. Liang Hua saw her husband take back a pot, rolled his eyes and said, If you don't go, you will take it back. I talked to you about buying a pot the other day, and you also said that the pot at home has only one crack and can be used with a rope loop. Who asked you to buy it today? Is it cheap to pick it up Hua Liang said, I told you what happened in your dream last night. Have you forgotten? Really cultured. Maybe it's a cornucopia. Liang Hua picked up the earthen bowl, tossed and turned, and found nothing special. She thought her husband made up stories to deceive people. When she dropped it on the table, she heard a metal crash. Two people were surprised at the same time: alas! Real and ordinary basin. Hualiang grabbed a handful of soybeans and put them in the basin. I saw a layer of fog in the basin, and soon it became a basin full of soybeans. Hua Liang jumped for joy. He poured soybeans into his pocket, grabbed a handful of soybeans and put them in the basin, which was soon full; He poured the soybeans in the basin into his pocket, but he still grabbed a handful and put it in the basin, which was full again. In this way, after three pots in a row, the Chinese food changed. Liang Hua calmed down, stopped Hualiang and said, Tell me the dream last night again. Hua Liang repeated last night's dream in detail, then stared at Liang Hua and asked, What's the matter? Liang Hua said: This basin should be used for kneading dough. We should try our best to keep the house, not make money by Machiavellian means. Otherwise, there will be disaster for this family. Liang Hua stipulates that nothing can be put into this basin except dough every day. Hua Liang always listens to his wife, and this time is no exception.

1111From then on, Hualiang was still his buddy, and Liang Hua still sold her noodles. However, there is no need to buy flour now. Liang Hua mixes a bowl of noodles every day, rolls out noodles, puts flour in the bowl, and mixes another bowl of noodles the next day, so that a bowl of noodles can be produced from the bowl every day.

111/one night, while Liang Hua was asleep, Hua Liang quietly put a copper coin in the basin. The next day, Tim Liang Hua was doing a noodle business and found a jar full of copper coins. Knowing that Hua Liang did it, she was angry and ran to the house to drag Hua Liang out of bed. She lost her temper: Do you want money or do you want this family to be safe? Hua Liang smiled stupidly: money is not as good as his wife and children. Liang Hua was still angry: Then why did you do these dirty things behind my back? Hua Liang said: I don't want it at all, just curious to try it. Liang Hua said: That's good. You go to a craftsman, and we will use the money to build the temple of the God of Wealth and gild the body of the God of Wealth.

1111Another year passed quickly, and Hualiang and Liang Hua saved a lot of money. Then they built three decent houses in the east of the temple of wealth. Hualiang still works as a buddy at Master Pan's house, and Liang Hua sells noodles every day. This year, summer locusts have caused disasters, and migratory locusts have covered the sky. Wherever they went, there was no grain or wheat. Five out of ten families beg for food, and elm bark on the roadside and hillside is peeled off to satisfy their hunger. At this rate, many people will starve to death. Liang Hua and Hualiang discussed the issue of steamed buns to the victims from tomorrow, two for each person every day. Before dawn the next day, Liang Hua steamed a pot of steamed bread, poured it into a big basin, and then put a steamed bread in a cornucopia, which soon became a pot of steamed bread. Repeatedly, it's almost dawn, and the white steamed bread has already filled a big pot. Hua Liang and his eldest son told beggars and poor people at the intersection that Liang Hua, the temple of God of Wealth, distributed steamed buns to the victims. People spread the word, and there was a long queue in front of the Temple of Wealth. The victim was grateful to Liang Hua with a white steamed bun in his hand. In this way, thousands of victims eat steamed bread in front of Liang Hua's house every day, and no one in the village starved to death. The poor said that Hualiang and Liang Hua were bodhisattvas sent by the gods to help the poor. Among those wealthy families, some people began to pay attention to Hualiangjia, and they were surprised that Liang Hua distributed steamed buns every day. Within a hundred miles of Fiona Fang, the wheat harvest was basically completed. Where did Hualiang's family get so much wheat flour? There are tens of thousands of steamed buns every day. How many pots do you need to steam? Why is there no smoke in Liang Hua's chimney? People are puzzled and curious, and they are more and more suspicious. Some people asked Hua Liang where he got so much flour. The old lady and kannika nimtragol asked Liang Hua how long it would take to steam tens of thousands of steamed buns. Whenever someone asks about Hua Liang, Hua Liang always smiles foolishly and says that our daughter-in-law has skill. Whenever people ask Liang Hua, Liang Hua smiles and says: Even steaming in a pot saves time. Master Pan is a man who works hard. One day, he went to Hualiang's home to deliver his salary. As soon as he entered the door, he said: His eldest sister-in-law, this year is a disaster year. Your family also pays attention to food and helps the victims every day. I guess you have used up almost all your savings. I will give you money in advance this year. Then he took out three dollars from his bag and put it on the table. At the same time, my eyes seem to be on the axis and I wander around. I didn't see the grain pile, the cauldron or the steamer. After leaving Hualiang's home, Master Pan marveled that he was a Buddha who came down from the sky to save the world. With a wave of his hand, he came to a pot of big steamed bread, without flour, cages or fire.

1111People spread more and more, and many people came from far away. One is to meet the living Buddha's face, and the other is to buy a few Jin of Liang Hua Juan's face, saying that eating this face will not be violated. Liang Hua does a pot of noodles business every day. Liang Hua saved the money he earned, and when he saved enough money to do a decent thing, he took it all out. There is a decent museum in Pancun, which was donated by Hua Liang and Liang Hua. There is a decent stone arch bridge in Pancun, which was also donated by them.

1 1 165438+ The boss runs a restaurant in the street, and the third one runs a cloth shop in the street. Only the second one, Huahu, inherits his father's business and cultivates more than ten acres of land at home. Because hundreds of people nearby respect Liang Hua very much, and the third daughter-in-law also respects her mother-in-law like God. Although the three sons have everything, they still share a pot and spoon and a food stall. The three daughters-in-law don't want to burn or cook, which is comfortable. One day, Liang Hua suddenly got a strange disease and was bedridden. He couldn't say anything and was in a hurry. Liang Hua has been directing this family all his life. He can only do one stupid thing. When Liang Hua wants to give up, he must follow. What worries Liang Hua most is this cornucopia. She is worried that her three sons and three daughters-in-law will be insatiable if they get it. Her name is Hualiang, and she pointed to the basin with her finger, indicating things. What she wants to say is that the boss has the hotel industry, the third is the cloth shop industry, and the second is the land. All three can get by. It's not good to keep this pot. It's best to bury it underground to avoid getting into trouble. But this Hualiang brain turns very slowly. He misinterpreted Liang Hua's words as saying that both The Old Inn and Laobudian need money to turn around, and the second one only needs seeds for farming every year. Nobody gives this pot, he has the final say.

111/After Liang Hua's death, Hualiang gave his eldest brother and his third son 50 taels each, gave his second son a bag of wheat seeds, and the three sons started their own businesses in different places. The second child, Huahu, worked hard to cultivate more than ten acres of land he earned and served Lao Zi. The eldest brother and the third son opened a shop and each got fifty taels of silver. When they saw the old man and his second son living together, and the second son only got a bag of wheat, why were they happy and silent? The more I think about it, the more I wonder if the old man left another fortune for the second child. The boss and the third son forced the old man to ask how much money the second son had left. Hua Liang was forced to tell the truth. Only three sons know that their father has a cornucopia. The boss thought, if this cornucopia is mine, who else in the world is richer than me? The second thought, how can there be something beautiful in the world for nothing? You get something for nothing today, and you don't know what you will lose tomorrow! I don't want a cornucopia. The third thought is that the boss can't go to this cornucopia alone. He suggested that the cornucopia should be used by the three brothers in turn.

1111After some arguments, it was decided that the boss of Hualong would use the cornucopia first, and every family would use it for one day in the future. The eldest brother Hualong and his wife happily took the cornucopia home and rushed to put a silver ingot into the basin, which soon became a basin; Drop it to the ground and make another pot. In this way, the two people kept busy and poured money repeatedly, and more and more money piled up. In the middle of the night, the whole three rooms were full, and the couple kept changing, pouring and stacking. Suddenly, with a bang, the walls collapsed and the roof collapsed, and the couple were buried in a pile of silver. The old couple stayed up at midnight, just waiting for the morning to change the cornucopia. Suddenly, they heard a bang and ran out to see that the house of that family had collapsed. At this time, the second child and the old man also heard the noise. The two families came together and dug in the ruins of the house. The third is to find a cornucopia, and the second is to save people with the old man. In this way, until dawn, the third child didn't find the birdbath, and the second child and the old man didn't find anyone. In that pile of houses, there is no money at all except broken bricks and tiles, only pieces of dog's head stones. At this time, Hua Liang remembered the dream of that year, in which the old man with white beard said: Improper use will ruin people's homes. All these things have come true.