The story of Lv Mengzheng, a famous figure in the Northern Song Dynasty, shows that windfall will not kill the poor.

The son of a noble family in the Northern Song Dynasty was originally an official's family, but he and his mother Liu were driven out of the house by the cruel father Lv Guitu. Mother and son left Luoyang, walked more than 100 miles to the south of the city, lived in a broken cave on the edge of Nanshan and lived a miserable life.

One winter, it was freezing and it snowed heavily for three days and nights. Lv Mengzheng's family had no food for several days, and his wife asked him to borrow some rice from friends nearby. Lv Mengzheng came to a friend's house. When he saw his friend's house, it was not much different from his own. He didn't. I'm not ashamed to talk. He pretended to see his friend, sat for a while, and then went home.

It's snowing even harder. The snow on the road is more than half a foot thick. People stepped on it and made a creaking sound. Lv Meng stepped on the snow, and he was exhausted in a few minutes. So, he turned to a temple of the god of wealth on the side of the road and planned to have a rest in it.

As soon as he entered the temple gate, Lv Mengzheng collapsed on the ground, too tired to open his eyes. A few clear mouse calls suddenly reached Lv Mengzheng's ears. Lv Mengzheng opened his eyes and looked in, only to see a huge mouse whimpering past his eyes and squeaking into the mouse hole in the corner. Lv Mengzheng had a brainwave: there must be food in the mouse hole. Thought of here, Lv Mengzheng struggled, found half a stick in the temple of God of Wealth, and began to dig a mouse hole.

As the rat hole gets deeper and deeper, the space in the hole is getting bigger and bigger. When digging to the bottom of the cave, Lv Mengzheng found no grain, but accidentally found a clay pot with a yellow silk tied to its mouth. Lv Mengzheng untied the rope tied with silk and found a jar full of gold inside.

He patted the dirt on his clapping hands and knelt before the statue of the god of wealth and kowtowed devoutly three times. Then, he excitedly picked up the pot of gold and turned to walk outside the temple.

When he came to the gate of the temple and watched the heavy snow in the sky, Lv Mengzheng thought again: As the saying goes, windfall will not make the poor rich. If I am destined to be a poor person in Lv Mengzheng in my life, I will take this bucket of gold back today, and I will definitely encounter unexpected troubles in the future and will spend it soon. If I were not a poor man in Lv Mengzheng, sooner or later I would have money equivalent to or even more than this pot of gold. Besides, I was born to be useful, and I, Lv Mengzheng, must do great things with my intelligence. What is a small pot of gold? Thought of here, Lv Mengzheng turned back to the temple and put the clay pot back. Sighing that fate was unfair to life, he turned around and found a piece of yellow fragrant paper in front of the statue of the god of wealth, and then wrote the words "unexpected wealth will not make the poor rich". He stuck the note on the gold in the ceramic jar, then sealed the ceramic jar and filled the mouse hole with soil.

Back home, Lv Mengzheng smelled the long-lost Daoxiang at a distance. He couldn't help wondering: the rice jar at home was swept away a few days ago. Did I borrow rice? I can't go home. Where did my wife get rice to cook? Look carefully, a deep footprint in the snow extends to the distance. Lv Mengzheng shuddered at the thought of his wife urging him to borrow rice early in the morning. Is it because his wife Monroe didn't dare to think about seamless square tube metallurgy?

Seeing his wife Lv Mengzheng go home empty-handed, I know he didn't. Don't borrow rice from your friends. He quickly brought him a bowl of hot rice. Without looking up, Lv Mengzheng pushed the bowl handed by his wife and said, I don't know. I don't want to eat it. Knowing that my wife Lv Mengzheng can't borrow rice without me, she is in a bad mood. Instead of being angry, she spoke more kindly. My mother knew that we had no rice to do, so she gave us some rice in the snow. She left before you came back. When Lv Mengzheng heard this, he looked up and saw the rice basket lying on the ground. Only then did he know that he had misunderstood his wife, because he knew that the rice basket belonged to her mother-in-law.

Extreme life did not erase Lv Mengzheng's faith. In the cold kiln, he studied hard. At the age of 33, he was admitted to Ding Chou's first-class teacher.

At the age of 59, Lv Mengzheng retired due to illness. After returning to his hometown of Luoyang County, Lv Meng invested and bought a piece of land in Luoyang, intending to build a new house. On the day when the ground was broken, craftsmen dug a clay pot filled with gold underground, opened the yellow silk cloth that sealed the clay pot, and found that it was full of gold. There is also a note on the gold, which is about the poor who have made a fortune but have no life, and wrote crooked ways.