English folk story: the story of the golden pot

one time a farmer was sent to prison.

he's not a bad guy.

he hasn't done anything bad.

when the king wanted money to fight, he searched for money and sent more donations to the people.

when the king's men came to his house, he said, “i can't get a penny, i can't even eat.” king's men, laugh.

"don't think we'll believe you," they said, "we heard you were rich and you had a golden pot." they searched every house and found nothing of value.

as a result, they arrested the farmer and sent him to prison.

"don't get out of here unless you give me the pot!" they said.

the poor farmer was very sad.

although he was in prison, his crops were in his heart, and his wife had no power to cultivate them alone.

one day he received a letter from his wife, saying, "i am really worried about our crops and spring is coming." the farmer read the letter sadly, thinking, “what should we do?” later, he came up with a good idea and laughed, and he sent his wife a letter to stay away from the ground.

the letter says, "my pot is in the ground unless i tell you not to grow potatoes." the farmer gave the letter to the prison guards, saying, “please send it to my wife”.

of course, prison guards have routinely sought to untangle the prisoner ' s correspondence.

they read the letter from the farmer's wife, and now they read the farmer's reply, and they say, "well, it sounds interesting, it seems that the farmer is a rich man who wrote that there was a golden pot buried in the ground." "but he didn't say which land." the other guard said, "this farmer has a big piece of land." "it doesn't matter!" said the first guard, "we already know he has a golden pot in his land." two weeks later, the farmer received a second letter from his wife.

“some strange thing happened,” his wife wrote, “ten people came in two weeks ago, all with their heads on their heads, started digging, turned our land over and left.

i don't get it, as far as i'm concerned, they seem to be looking for something, what to do?" "i'm in prison, i'm relieved." he immediately wrote to his wife in reply, which was very simple.

"these people have gone over the ground for us," he wrote, "so you can grow potatoes."