Eight of the Bui folk stories

a father went to work in the mountains, but it was dark.

the family said, "it's so late, it's dark, why don't you come home?" in the middle of the conversation, the boy came to the neighborhood, had his father's leg on his shoulder, and heard his family's concerns, and he said, "father can't come back, his legs are stinging." when the father ' s son was then cut to pieces by his family with a knife, he was put in a pebble on his foot, crushed to powder and then dispersed into the air.

the shredds fell and became the most painful mosquitoes, flying in groups.

in ancient times, when a family, many brothers and hungry foods were lost, the mother was unable to stop the children from crying daily and went to her mother ' s home.

when my mother left, she said, "i'll give you a bamboo cane, and you'll go up to the mountain and pick up the wild strawberries, and you two will come home one day, and i will return from grandma's house." the two brothers went up the hill with bamboo canisters.

but the brothers' wild strawberries dropped one of them, as many of them as they could, and the bamboo canisters were unsatisfied.

turns out the mother had opened a round hole to the bottom of the bamboo barrel, which would never be full.

i wonder how long it took for both brothers to wear their clothes to rot and have hair all over them.

and when my mother came home with the sauerkraut that she brought back from her mother's house, she called her children: "oh, the child, the child, come home to eat, and i brought back from my grandmother's house, and the child answered from the mountain: "we had no fruit, and the sesame went back to our mother's house, and the two children went home, and the mother put four reds on their ass, and said, "go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, get the monkeys, leave the two brothers, go back to the forest, become wild monkeys." note: 糍粑, a pastry to be made during the bui festival, which pours ripe rice into the body, knocks it out of small groups, collages, flat circles, usually white and red.

lugo (le ru-en), uncut translation, a wild fruit.

one day, a mother said to the children, "i'm going to my grandmother's house, and you're going to ask the wives of the neighbors to come and accompany you, children." mother tinkled and left.

in the night, the two children were at home calling out to the neighbour's wife, who was deaf and unheard, but listened to the cow's mother in the mountains and came to accompany them.

she said, "as a child, the mother-in-law gave birth to a hemorrhoid and brought a bucket with hergrandmother sits." and she was able to hide her tail in that barrel.

and when she went to bed, she said, "o boy, you let my brother and i sleep at the end of the bed, you're a brother." at night, she ate her brother, chewing in her mouth and bleeding to bed.

brother said, "what are you eating? she said, "i'm eating fried corn, boy." "why is the bed wet?" the brother asked.

she said, "this is your brother's wet bed, son." but the brother found out, and he said, "bitch, i'm going to do it." she said, "just go to your dad's bedside." "daddy's coming back to yell at me." "no, mom's coming back, too." "then go out and go to the stable." she said, "i'll tie your leg with a leg cloth, i'll take this head, you take that head and you'll shake it, i'll drag you back, don't be afraid." the brother was a smart kid, and when he untied his hand, he tied his leg to his horse's leg, and the horse shook, and the cow's mother asked, "does the child, the child, you're done?" no one answered.

the cow's mother was pulling and the horses were shaking and the child was not seen coming back.

she's in a hurry.

she says, "where are you, boy? why aren't you here?" by that time, the child had climbed into a tomato tree in front of the door and escaped.

the kid said, "bama, grandma, i'm on a tomato tree.

grandma, do you want to eat tomatoes?" she said, "eat, eat." "you can climb up with some stork oil and put it on the tomatoes." the kid said.

she said, "go get some stork on top of it." how do we get up the oily tree? the boy said, "bama, grandma, if you want to eat tomatoes, bring a fork to the head of my father's bed.

i'll give you a fork." she brought long forks and delivered the tree.

the child said, "bitch, you want to eat tomatoes, just open your mouth." she opened her mouth and waited under a tree.

the boy threw a long fork in his hand and ran through her throat.

a lifeless cowling turned into a thorny bush, encircled the tomato tree.

when the child ' s parents returned home, they were cut off with a sickle cutter, and the thorn bushes were not cut apart from being born.

note: the cow's mother, who translates directly, and the cow's son, who lives in a forest or a cave, are all monsters.

once upon a time, a child dressed as a couple, whose parents went out to work, put him in a flat-tanger, lying next to a fire pond.

i knowafter his parents went out, he became an old man, grabbed a chicken from his family, cooked it up, returned to the baby, fell asleep in the bamboo and cried.

his father and his mother were wondering, "why does this chicken lose one a day?" the neighbour who knows said, "who killed your kid?" his parents, of course, said, "how can i kill a chicken when my child is so small that he won't walk around and talk?" the neighbor said, "if you don't believe me, you'll see." a few days later, chickens were still lost.

on that day, the couple had their backs, their water and their hoofs, locked the house, dressed as they were going out to work, and hid back upstairs.

close to midday, qingnan repeated his tactics, turning into an old man who killed a chicken and setting fire, when his mother took out a bottle of water in his back and fell from upstairs.

keen nam said, "hey, you rat, you pee down.

i'll do it later.

i'll give you some intestines." his parents went down the stairs and qingnan was in a hurry to return to the baby and lay back on the bamboo plume on the side of the fire pond, but it was too late to see that he had changed his body, but he had a leg on the side of the plume, which was covered with the hair of an adult.

note: jin-eng n-ang.

don't you dare translate, monster.

in the past, one of the yabuns, once, visited someone else ' s house, dragged down the roasted meat and ate it.

again, her grandson begged for meat, and she said, "wait till grandma cooks for you and grandma makes for you." said to turn around and enter her room.

in the corner of her room, there were a lot of canned jars, which were unknown, and she was said to have dug up the graves of the dead babies, recovered their bodies and smashed them into sour vegetables.

indeed, she pulled a baby palm from one of the cans and came back to cook with her grandson.

when her son ran into him, he was beaten up.

note: yga-a bia-a, an inaccurate transliteration, or a pharmacist, is usually a woman who thinks that he/she can come out of his/her soul and become another, can drug a person and is usually considered to be an object of pressure at night.

in ancient times, a baby named wu died early.

his father, who tied up a pile of dry straw, carried him to burial, but he was careless and fell from the straw without feeling it.

when his father returned, he saw a child lying down in the corner of a wall, staying at home, and his mother crying.

and his father said, "don't cry about it anymore.

the folks said, "ace, you're a bad man.

we're going to put you in the sky.""To take me to the sun, not to the moon." Ace said.

In the day, the neighbor of the village took the ace to the sky with a pole, and went to the sun, saying, “Too cold, too cold”, and to the moon, and Ace said, “Hot, too hot”.

The neighbours said, "You are so evil that we will punish you and put you on that hot moon." Then, on the bright moon's night, a shadow will be seen clearly, as a tree, and there will be a man carrying it.

Note: Ace, translation, name.

It is said that there are places where folk plays of the “Moon of Vision” are still taking place。