"That's fine, if we run out of money, we can just earn more. But you're obsessed with money! Even if we earn a fortune, it won't help. Not even our ancestors' incense is burning anymore!",Zuo Zuo shook her head, carrying a burden on her shoulders that was bigger than her. "No way," she said, "Big Brother said my fate is in my own hands, not the heavens'. As long as I work hard, I can definitely make money. When I earn money, I'll give it all to the Daoist Temple!",When she was young, she saw the ancestral tablet in her master's room, shimmering with gold. It was so beautiful! How come it now looks so dusty and worn。