The Indian folk story: The story of the Quake and Haber

one day, the zenfu went to the river to collect wood and accidentally dropped the axe in the river.

he cried in pain.

when he heard the wailing of his husband, he came out of the water.

he told him his reasons.

he was extremely sympathetic and went back to the bottom.

when he came out again, he took a golden axe and asked him, "hey, friend, this is your axe?" "no, it's not mine!" and he said, "it's not mine!" and the hippo went into the water, and this time pulled out a silver axe.

"it's not mine!" and so, for the third time, heber dived into the water, and this time he pulled out the axe he dropped.

i saw my axe, and i was so happy, and i sincerely thanked heba.

heber was moved by the honesty, thickness and integrity of his husband, and gave him his golden and silver axes.

when he came home, he told his neighbor what he had been through.

that neighbor was a jealous and greedy guy.

he also ran to the river, threw the axe into the river and started wailing.

heb heard a cry and came out of the water.

when he was clear, he went into the river.

once again, he had a golden axe in his hand, and he asked, "are you going to drop this ax in the river?" the greedy neighbour, who saw this golden ax, cried out, "yeah, yeah! that's my ax, that's mine!" he had to rush to take it because of greed.

it was only then that heba understood what he had come to be, that he had not given him the golden axe, that he had left his iron axe behind, and that he cursed the liar.

greedy neighbors, come home with nothing。