The Taoist temple stood tall and majestic, but the paths on either side were covered in withered yellow leaves. There was an eerie silence all around, yet suddenly a baby's cry, plaintive and piercing, echoed from within.,"We're hungry too!" Li Yuanming said, his voice filled with despair. "You eat five meals a day, eight bowls per meal! You'll eat us all out of house and home!","That's fine, we can always earn more money if we run out. But you have a problem with being broke, no matter how much we make, it won't help, not even the incense at our ancestors' shrine is burning anymore!"。