This is the Hotei Buddha. He began as a rice god and got conflated with a Chinese monk named Budai (who wasn’t actually a Buddhist at all, I don’t think). So the story started getting around that the little bag containing all his few belongings actually (als0) held rice plants for starving farmers, candy for little children, and anything poor folks might need or want … say, are those the peaches of immortality on that branch?
In front of him is a client’s prosperity honey jar, on which I burn green candles every night.