Little devils and poor farmers

once upon a time, in a village, there was a poor farmer whose wife and children were often unable to eat.

he worked hard, early and late, but things were never going well.

he can't get out of that poor life.

"what's this all about? why do i never get out of poverty?" the poor think.

in fact, the reason for this is that under the stoves in his hut there is a bunch of demons who are always messing with him.

the farmer had something to do with it, and they completely destroyed it.

they always tried so hard to frame him and bring disaster to him: to rot the wheat, to torture the cattle and to bring their pigs into the farmer's garden.

one holiday, the farmer brought a piece of butter and a large piece of bread for the children.

this farmer is a music-loving man who likes to play the violin and it sounds good! when the kids heard the music, everybody stood up, held their hands between their waists and started dancing! ahem! look! it seems as if some little things are dancing with them: the little ones are tiny, their bodies are small, their hands are long, their necks are thin, their faces are ugly and evil.

there's plenty of them.

they can't even count.

the poor guess, it must be the poor.

so he set aside the violin and wanted to catch them, but the poor little ones ran in groups under the stove.

they're squeezing, squeezing, squeezing under the stove.

the poor immediately came up with a way to free themselves from their harm.

when the little devil was drilling under the stove, he asked them, "hey, you guys are crowded under the stove and you're not comfortable sitting down?" but the little devils said, "no, it's not bad! we're fine! we're so comfortable! we can be safe everywhere!" the poor took out their horned smoker box and smelled a snout and said, "can they be safe in this horned box?" "well, try it, see how you feel?" p' says the poor put that lid on the bottom.

"where are you all?" the sound from the cigarette case says, "now we're in your box!" "there's no one left in your box! it's all here!" he immediately closed the cigarette box and went to the mill, which had been used for years, and stuffed it under a very heavy grinder.

"please stay here forever.

i don't need you!" when it's done, he goes home.

from that day on, the poor started to live wellget up.

as long as he does what he wants, he does what he wants, everything goes well.

he got rich and the kids stopped starving.

he has a lot of cattle and a lot of pigs.

it's strange to see him rich.

in this village, there is another farmer, a rich man, and no one in the village is richer than him.

he is an extremely jealous man, and the world will never find another jealous man like him.

if any man is not poor and does not flatter him, he will lose his temper.

when he heard the poor man out of poverty and become as rich as he was, he was so angry, that it didn't have to be said! but you can't guess, you can't think.

so one day, he went to this farmer and talked to him in all sorts of fancy words, trying to figure out how he got so rich。