green fairy tale book

Chapter 4 The Story of the Fisherman and His Wife (2)
He stood there looking up and down at his wife for a while, and then he said, "Wife, now that you are a king, you should be content! Let us not expect anything else from now on!"

"No, no," said the wife impatiently, "I want my power to be unlimited, and everything is under my rule. Go find the flounder and tell it that this king is going to be the emperor."

"Oh, my wife!" said the fisherman helplessly, "Why do you want to be an emperor?"

"Husband," said the wife, "then don't worry about it. Find me a flounder, and I'll be emperor."

"Ah, wife," he said, "the flounder can't make you emperor. Besides, I can't say that! As the saying goes, there are no two suns, and there are no two masters. He will never make you an emperor." Emperor's."

"Fart!" the wife yelled, "I am the king, and you are just my husband. I let you go, do you dare to go right away? Since he can make me a king, he will definitely make me an emperor. I will definitely You want to be emperor. Let me go right away!"

The fisherman had to go.He was very frightened, and thought as he walked, "That's not right. She's too ambitious to be Emperor. Flounder must be tired of her demands."

Thinking this way, he came to the beach.The sea has become turbid, and the waves are beating against the shore, the foam is churning, and there are gusts of wind blowing on the sea, which makes people shudder.The fisherman stood on the shore in fear and said:
"The prince turned into a flounder, come out! My wife Isabel made a wish to you again, alas! I really can't say it!"

"If you can't say it, don't say it, see you later!" Flounder said impatiently.

"Don't mind! Don't mind!" said the fisherman. "Alas! Flounder, my wife wants to be emperor."

"Go home," said Flounder, "she's the Emperor."

So the fisherman went home.He found the whole castle transformed into a palace of polished marble, full of white statues and ornaments of pure gold.In front of the gate of the palace, soldiers marched in line, with drums and trumpets beating together.There are many dukes, earls, and barons walking around in the palace. These lords who are usually high above all look servile. They graciously opened the pure gold door for the fisherman. When the fisherman entered the hall, he saw his wife Sitting on the throne, the throne is more than six feet high and is carved from a single huge gold brick.The empress, that is, his wife, wore a glittering golden crown, which was more than one foot long and inlaid with countless jewels.She held a scepter in one hand and a golden ball in the other, engraved with the territory of the empire.On either side of the throne stood two rows of guards with steel halberds, each shorter than the other, the tallest being a giant seven feet tall, and the shortest being as tall as a little finger.Many princes and lords stood before her.The fisherman stepped forward quietly and said, "Honey, are you really the emperor?"

"Yes," she said, "I am emperor now."

He looked his wife up and down, looked at her for a while, and said, "Oh, wife, you should be content now! You are already the emperor."

"Husband," she said, "what are you standing here for? I'm the Emperor now, and I'm going to be the Pope. Go find the flounder!"

"Why, wife," said the Fisherman, "what more do you want? There is but one Pope in all Christendom. The Flounder can't make you Pope."

"Husband," said the wife, "I'm going to be Pope! Go! I'm going to be Pope today!"

"No, wife," said the Fisherman, "I cannot ask him that. It is not right, it is too much! The Flounder cannot make you Pope!"

"Fart!" she said angrily, "if he can make me emperor, he can make me pope too. You go to him right away. I am the emperor, you are just my husband. Don't you dare go?"

The fisherman was so frightened that he had to go.He felt dizzy and shivering, and his legs and feet didn't seem to be his own.The seaside wind howled, and the big tree was blown to only its bare trunk; the dark clouds were rolling, covering the day as if it were night.The sea is white and the sky is surging, and the ships in the distance are bumping up and down in the huge waves, appearing and disappearing from time to time.The sky showed only a little blue in the middle, and it was all red and red all around, as if a big storm was coming.The fisherman trembled with fear and said:

"The prince has turned into a flounder, come out! My wife Isabel made a wish to you again, alas! This time, I really can't express my wish!"

"What does she want this time?" asked Flounder.

"Ah!" said the Fisherman, "she wants to be Pope."

"Go home, she's the Pope," said Flounder.

So the fisherman returned home, and he saw a cathedral standing there, surrounded by palaces.People worshiping the Pope crowded the gate, and he had a hard time squeezing in.Thousands of candles were burning in the church, and his wife wore a vestment woven of gold thread, and sat on a higher and larger throne, with a three-tiered golden crown on her head.There are two rows of candles on both sides of the throne, the largest one is as high as a pagoda, and the smallest one is as small as a piece of chalk.She was surrounded by many elders of the church.All the emperors and kings in the world knelt before her and kissed her feet.

"Wife," said the fisherman, looking at her, "are you Pope now?"

"Yes," she said, "I am the Pope."

He stood there and looked at her carefully, feeling that she was as divine and radiant as the sun in the sky.After looking at it for a while, he said: "Ah, wife, you should be content now, you are the Pope."

But she sat there motionless like a god.So the fisherman said again: "Wife, be content, you are already Pope. There is nothing nobler in the world."

"Well, I have to think about it," said the wife.

After talking, they went to bed and rested.But the woman is still not satisfied, her greed stimulates her nerves, making her toss and turn and unable to sleep.She kept thinking and thinking about what more powerful person she could be, but she couldn't think of anyone more powerful than the Pope.The fisherman was very tired during the day, so he slept soundly and deeply, but his wife tossed and turned, thinking, and did not close her eyes all night.At sunrise, she sat on the head of the bed and watched the dawn outside the window, only to see a rising sun rising from the sea level.A thought came to her suddenly: "Haha! Can't I just let the sun rise for me and let everyone in the world obey my orders?"

"Man," said she, nudging the fisherman in the ribs with her elbow, "get up! Go tell the flounder I want to be God."

The fisherman fell into a drowsy sleep, and when he heard this, he was so frightened that he rolled off the bed and fell to the ground.He thought he heard it wrong, so he quickly rubbed his eyes and asked, "Honey, what did you say?"

"Husband," she said, "if I can't make the sun, moon, stars obey my orders, and let the whole world listen to my orders, I will never be at peace."

The fisherman looked at his wife in horror, trembling all over.

"Go find the flounder now! I'm going to be God!"

"Ah, my wife," said the fisherman, kneeling before her, "the flounder can't grant that wish. He can only make you emperor and pope. I beg you, be content! Just be pope!"

The wife was so enraged that the hair on her head stood on end.She kicked her husband hard and shouted: "I'm not satisfied! I won't be satisfied! Are you going or not?!"

The fisherman had to put on his clothes in a hurry, and ran out like crazy.The seaside is already howling with strong winds, the ground is shaking, many houses and big trees have been blown down, and huge boulders rolled from the mountains into the sea.The huge black waves were as high as mountains, and the tops of the waves were churning with white foam.The sky was as black as thick ink, the clouds pressed low on the sea, and the lightning and thunder in the sky scared the fisherman to pieces.He could hardly hear his own voice, but he could only shout hoarsely: "The prince has turned into a flounder, come out! My wife Isabel made a wish to you again, alas! This time, I really love you!" I can't even say it!"

"Well, what does she want this time?" Flounder said.

"Alas!" said the fisherman, "she wants to be God."

"Go home, she's sitting in your little shack now again."

So the fisherman returned home, and the church, palace, castle, gold and silver treasures, servants...all disappeared.His wife was again wearing tattered clothes, and sat in that dilapidated little shack.

In this way, they have been living in the small shack to this day.

(End of this chapter)