yellow-green fairy tale book

Chapter 8 Bragging Stories

One day a merchant, perhaps a banker, was walking along a country road.At this time, he saw a farmer in front of him, walking in the same direction as him.Like most people of that class, this businessman was also very greedy.Moreover, at that time, he was depressed about not having any chance to make money all day, but when he saw the person in front of him, this depression disappeared.

"Luck!" he said to himself, "I want to see if the peasant can take advantage of it." He quickened his pace.

After the two greeted each other politely, the businessman said to the farmer: "Before I saw you, I was still bored. Now we are two companions. I think that with such a compatible partner as you, this journey will be changed." Very short."

"You're quite right," replied the farmer, "but what have we to talk about? A town man like you doesn't like to hear about cattle and crops."

"Well," said the merchant, "I'll tell you what we talked about. We took turns telling one of the wildest stories we could imagine, and the first to doubt the other's story paid the other a hundred rupees. "

The farmer agreed, and he asked the merchant to tell the story first, because the merchant was more noble than himself, and he made up his mind that no matter how unreliable the story the merchant told, he would not show the slightest doubt.And so, at the polite urging of the farmer, the great man began to tell the story:
"One day, I was walking along this road, and I met a passing merchant, leading a long team of camels laden with goods..."

"No mistake," murmured the farmer, "I've seen that happen myself."

"There were at least one hundred and one camels," continued the merchant, "all on nose-lines, strung together—nose to tail—almost half a mile along the road..."

"Well!" said the farmer.

"Hey! A kite pounced on the front camel, grabbed it, let it struggle, and pulled it up into the sky. Since those camels were chained together, the other hundred camels would not be able to If you don't fly to the sky..."

"It's amazing, the strength of that kite is really amazing!" said the farmer, "but—well—yes, no doubt, indeed—then—one hundred and one camels—that one What did the kite do to them?"

"Don't you believe it?" asked the businessman.

"No doubt at all!" replied the farmer sincerely.

"Well," the merchant continued, "it happened that the princess of the neighboring country was sitting in her own garden and asked the maid to comb her hair. The maid brushed her hair back vigorously, and the princess threw her head back with her face facing the sky. At this time, the poor kite was flying over the head of the princess with its prey. It was such a coincidence that the camels struggled, and the kite couldn't hold them anymore. A camel fell from the sky and fell right into the princess' left eye!"

"Poor thing!" said the farmer, "it would be a pain to get something in your eye."

"Yes," said the businessman, trying to achieve his goal, "the princess jumped up, shaking her head, and slapped her left eye with her hand. 'My God!' she cried, "something fell into my eye, and it hurts so much!" '"

"It happens a lot," remarked the farmer, "and it's true. Well, what's the poor princess to do?"

"Hearing the princess' cry, the maid ran over to help. 'Let me see.' As the maid said, she opened the princess' eyelids, and a camel came out, and the maid put it in her pocket...(' Ah!' the farmer grunted) Then she rolled up the corner of her turban, and pulled the other hundred camels out of the princess' eyes, and stuffed them into her pocket, with the first camel. "

Speaking of this, the businessman opened his mouth wide, just like a person who can't breathe.But the farmer stared at him slowly, waiting for the next sentence, "What happened next?" the farmer asked.

"I can think of nothing else," replied the merchant, "and this is the end of the matter, what do you think?"

"Excellent!" said the farmer. "No doubt, absolutely true."

"Well, now it's your turn," said the merchant. "I'm eager to hear your story. It will be very interesting."

"Yes, I think it will," said the farmer, and he began to tell his story:
"My father was a very rich man. He had five cows, six bulls, and six buffaloes, and many goats. But his favorite of all his possessions was a mare, a Excellent breed of mare.

Oh, that horse is so beautiful. "

"Well, well." The merchant interrupted the farmer, "Go on!"

"I'm just going on," said the farmer, "don't rush me. Well! One day, it was a bad day, he was riding that mare to market, and the saddle broke, and the The mare was bruised, and by the time we got home the mare's wound was as big as the palm of your hand."

"Oh," the businessman asked impatiently, "and then?"

"It was June," said the farmer, "and you know June is always sandy, and it rains a lot. Well, the poor beast's wounds were covered with dust. Worse, there was Some grains of wheat have soil, temperature, and water, and the grains of wheat have germinated and started to grow!"

"As long as the conditions are right, the wheat will grow." The businessman echoed.

"Yes. The next thing we saw was a crop growing on the horse's back. It looked like a hundred acres, and we had to hire twenty men to help with the harvest."

"When people are harvesting, they will hire some hands to help." The businessman said.

"We harvested almost 3 pounds of wheat from horseback," the farmer continued.

"What a good harvest!" the merchant murmured.

"Your father," said the farmer, "a poor pauper who has nothing to eat and is dying of starvation—(The merchant snorts displeasedly, but dares not speak—) He came to me Father, bowed his hands, looking extraordinarily humble..."

The businessman glared at his companion angrily, but bit his lips tightly, and remained silent for a while.

"I have had nothing to eat for a week. O noble master, lend me fifteen hundred pounds of wheat from your barn, and I shall return it to you."

"'Of course, my neighbor,' said my father, 'take as much as you need, and give it back to me when you can.'"

"Hmm!" the businessman asked, eyes full of anger.

"Well, he took the wheat," replied the farmer, "but he never came to pay it back, and the debt is still owed. Sometimes I wonder if I should go to court and sue him?"

The businessman began to quickly calculate with the fingers of his right hand, and his lips were also constantly moving in his mind.

"What's the matter with you?" asked the farmer.

"Wheat is cheaper. I'll give you wheat." The merchant said, although he was very disappointed, he still remained calm.He did not forget that according to the agreement he proposed, he should give the farmer a hundred rupees.

To this day, when a creditor asks someone for a debt, he still says: "Give me the money. Or at least give me the wheat."

(End of this chapter)