The classic Japanese folk story: a good husband

in the rat hole on the corner of the walls of the husband and wife's house, the mice are crying to their mothers for food, and their mothers are crying.

it's new year's tomorrow, and the husband and wife are worried about the rice.

there's only a little rice left in their rice tank.

"older, these rice can only make one rice troupe." my old lady sniveled.

at that point, the mice were crying more and more, and my old lady looked at the water tank and said, "these mice are so pathetic, give them the rice." after that, my wife called her mother, the mouse: "there's only so little rice left in the house.

take it for the kids, poor thing." the rat's mother was very grateful to the two old men, and she bowed deeply to them and was happy to make the cake for the children.

after a while, there was laughter in the rat hole.

the old man and the old man were so happy and smiling.

“thank you very much, dear husband and wife, the children, for the many leaves they have moved out of the house, although they are of little use, but also a little of their heart.

mothers of rats and mice brought many leaves for the two elderly to fight, and there was a good smell in riton.

the husband and wife love it.

the old lady said, "father, let's make these leaves a fight, and tomorrow you'll get them on the market and sell them, and maybe we'll get some food for the year." the husband was a great charlatan, and he started knitting as soon as he drank the gruel.

at this point, the mice helped and sang the song, "creaking, little mouse, by the year." good new year! they've made up the top of the hat in such a happy atmosphere.

"father, there are five doves.

we can get some rice, vegetables and carrots back tomorrow." the husband rises and shakes his leaves and folds them carefully.

the next morning, my husband went out with a fight.

in the course of his journey, his husband saw six statues of buddha hidden by the road, and the snow had covered their heads.

the husband stopped and gently hid the snow from his head.

he prayed devoutly for a while and started to drive again.

despite the heavy snow, there are still a lot of people who can catch up.

the peddlers swung their throats and said, "sweet green vegetables, big white carrots, come and buy them." their booths were surrounded by people who had purchased their products.

as soon as he saw it, he was so happy, he started screaming, "come and buy it, just made up, and the fragrance of leaves.

it's snowy to buy a cape to block the snow.

but those who came out of the house were prepared for it, and they were all wearing tungstens or coats, and nobody needed to buy another tungsten back.

so no one comes to buy a husband's fight.

the snow continues, the old man is freezing.

he's waiting for him to go back and eat.

he's in a hurryHurry home.

She's waiting at home, she's in a hurry.

She looked at the door from time to time.

But there was no one but the white snow outside the door.

“Ah!” Grandma lamented.

"Look, look, Grandpa's back." It's almost dusk, it's dark, but there's still a long shadow in the snow in a small mouse.

"Hey, old man, you're back!" Grandma was busy getting out.

"I didn't bring anything back, mate." Grandpa put his bare hands on it.

"Grandpa, what about your fight? And where's your turban? Was it taken? The mice asked.

"This turban and the turban, I..." Grandpa couldn't say.

“Father, if you say anything, I won't blame you for losing or being robbed.

As long as you're safe." Grandmother comforted his grandfather and dragged his frozen grandfather to the bench by the fireplace.

"Oh, so warm, so warm!" Grandfather kept rubbing his hands, and he said something about the road.

His grandfather, who waited until dark and did not sell a cup of tea, was afraid that his wife would wait at home and came back.

On the way, he heard the bell ringing from the temple.

The bell heralds a year later, and Grandpa has accelerated his pace.

In the vicinity of the village entrance, he saw another six places where he had encountered the Buddha.

They sit still in the snow, and their heads are covered in thick snow.

"How cold would it be!" Grandpa thought of the fight behind his back.

"Let's put on a cap and cover the snow." Grandpa said that he had taken the fights and put them on the heads of the Buddha in five separate places.

But there are only five of them, and there's a Buddha without a head.

Speaking of which, Grandpa said, "What do you think I did?" "I know, I know, you have your blue turban wrapped around the head of the Buddha in the last place." A smart little mouse looked up to Grandpa with admiration.

"Yeah, yeah, the little one's smart.

Grandpa thought about it a long time ago." Grandpa says.

"What a wonderful thing.

Why didn't you just say it?" The old lady asked.

"Not that you're angry.

They didn't buy the New Year's stuff, and they paid for it." Grandpa suddenly said, "What's going on this year when there's nothing left to eat?" "Ah! My wife looked at the empty water jars and groaned.

New Year's is about to cheer up, and the husband suddenly stands up and goes to the table and says, "Let's pretend we're making pastries and make lots of them." The old lady and the rats had joined in, and the house was full of joy.

At this point, they heard someone out there saying, "Good husband's house is hereWhere? Where's the husband's house that put us on?" The husband and wife looked out of the window and saw six Buddhas on the sleigh.

They stopped at the door of their husband's house and jumped off a sleigh to carry something.

By the time the husband and wife opened the door, the Buddhas were gone.

At the door of their home, many rice, vegetables and some sweet snacks were kept。