"Talk about Saijiji" in White: "Drinking"

there's a car driver, and his family isn't even a middle-class family.

but you drink all day and you can't sleep without three glasses at night.

as a result, the bedding is often not empty.

one night, he woke up, turned around and felt like someone was sleeping with him.

at first, he thought it was something covered in his body, something with his hands, hairy, but bigger than a cat.

with a light, it was a fox, lying down like a dog, drunk and asleep.

as soon as he looked at his bottle, he was empty, and he laughed, "this is my drinking friend!" i can't help but awaken it, clothe it, sleep with my arm around it, and keep a candle to see its changes.

in the middle of the night, the fox fell out and woke up.

the carman smiled and said, "what a beautiful sleep!" open the coat and look at it.

it's a handsome student.

the booksman rises and kneels before his bed, bowing to his unkilled grace.

"i'm an alcoholic, but people think i'm crazy.

you're my friend.

if you don't doubt it, we'll be drinking friends." speaking of pulling him to bed, he said, "you can come here often, let's not suspect each other." the fox said yes.

when the car woke up in the morning, the fox had gone, and he prepared some wine for the fox.

by night, the fox had arrived, and the two of them drank.

foxy wine is so big, they talk so loud, they hate each other late.

the fox said, "how can i repay you for drinking your wine several times?" the carson said, "why do you have to say it on your mouth when you're drinking?" the fox said, "you're not rich, though, and it's not easy to get some wine money.

i should get you some wine money." the next night, the fox came and told the driver, "seven miles southeast, there's lost money on the side of the road.

you can pick it up earlier." the next morning the car went to pick up a couple of silver.

so he bought a good meal for the night.

and the fox said to the car opener, "there's silver in the cellar behind the yard.

you should dig it up!" the carman did what he said, and indeed dug up hundreds of thousands of silver.

the driver was happy to say, "i've got money in my pocket.

i don't have to worry about buying alcohol." the fox said, "no.

how can the water in the car last long enough? i'll think of another way for you." and then after another day, he told him, "it's cheap in the market.

it's a miracle.

you can store it." the driver listened to the fox and bought more than 40 stones of wheat, and people laughed at him.

it was not long before the drought, and the valleys and beans were dead, and only wheat could grow.

carsman sells wheat and makes ten times more money than he used to, and has been rich ever since.

he bought another 200 acres of fertile land, and when he asked the fox, he said that there would be plenty of wheat, and there would be plenty of beams.

both early and late, the fox decides.

carsmen are getting better and better with foxes, who call their wives sister-in-law and treat their children as their sons.

then the car died and the fox stopped coming。