The story of Behotou, the liar

there was once a well-known liar named behotu.

behotu has two partners.

one day, he told his two partners his story — as you know, i've been lying since i was eight years old, and i'm now used to lying every year.

the only reason for this lies is to deal with the slave traders.

interestingly, my lies have often been fulfilled, so the slave traders have a headache when they mention me and have to take me to the slave market again and again.

on one occasion, i was taken to the slave market by a slaver who commissioned a broker to sell me and asked the broker to tell the buyer about my shortcomings.

so the broker, according to his request, told the market loudly: “this is a slave with a particular defect.

who wants it?" “what is his special defect?” people ask the broker.

“he lies once a year to deceive his master, but other things are good.” “does anyone pay for him?” a businessman came to ask.

"yes, it's six hundred." "okay, i'll buy him and pay you $20 for the silver." the deal was facilitated by the broker ' s collusion with the slave traders and traders.

when they called each other for money, the broker took me to the merchant's house, made it clear to them, and was pleased to collect the $20 fee.

the businessman found me a suit that suits me.

let me put it on.

he's my new master ever since.

i am commanded to serve my lord with all my heart and soul.

in the second year of the harvest, the harvest was celebrated by family members who had a feast, drink and enjoy, as a result of the weather and good food.

and on this day, my lord, without exception, has set in his garden a feast of abundance, inviting his companions in the business world, and his family and friends, to celebrate the harvest.

at noon, the master suddenly remembered to forget to bring something, and said to me, "go home on a mule, get what you want from your wife and bring me right away!" i'm on my way to my house.

when i came to the door, i cried out and cried loudly.

the cries shocked the surroundings and people came from the streets to watch the crowd.

at this point, the ladies and wives heard me crying, and opened the door to see what was going on.

seeing me in pain and tears, i'm busy asking what happened.

so i wept and said to them, "when the lord and his friends were sitting under an old wall, eating and talking, the wall fell out of nowhere, and they all died.

when i saw this, i was overwhelmed, and then i thought i should report to my wife, and i rushed back.” when i heard the news, my wife and the ladies cried in their breasts.

they were madly tearing their clothes and slapping themselves.

people are looking at this and rushing to comfort.

at that time, the hostess had completely lost her sense of reason and had gone head-on into the house and, whatever it was, had to see something.

all the furniture doors, windows, walls, everythingdestroyed.

and she threw it at me and she said, "oh, behotu, what the fuck are you doing standing around here? i daren't let it slip, i'll smash the closet, i'll smash all the plaques on the table and all the china in the house.

"my lord! my master! you died so badly that i buried all the china in the master's house.

when the house was turned upside down and almost all the damage had been destroyed, the wife came out of the door with the ladies and the young men in an undressed dress, and said, “behotu, you lead the way, we go to the place where the master died, and bury my poor husband.” i followed the hostess' instructions and led the way with a nose and a tear.

the ladies and girls behind me have forgotten the rules.

they cried with their heads bare and their faces bare, and cried with grief: "o my people! o my god!" the neighbours, men and women, followed us, and everyone shed tears of sympathy.

a large group of people walked along the street, crying and shaking the city, and came out surprised and watched, and some came up to ask for information.

i did not miss the time to tell them.

so it was lamented, "there is no way to deal with such a disaster, and it seems that only allah can save it." some say, "it's a leader.

we have to report it to the governor." after learning of this unfortunate news, the governor rushed to lead a team of men with tools such as hoes and shovels to come from behind us.

this is a time when more people are watching the streets.

i was at the front of the team, crying, slapping myself in the face, looking like i was dying.

the ladies, the ladies, the young men were following them, crying out loud.

as i approached the estate, i stepped up and threw away a large group of men, grabbed a piece of earth from the ground and spread it over my head, raised the cry of tears, stormed the estate like a wolf and cried out: "o lord! no, ma'am.

yo, ho, ho, ma'am.

she's dead! who's gonna hurt me? i wish i could return her life." the master saw me like this, and he was so scared to brush his face.

and he said, "what's wrong? behotu, what happened?" i replied, “i followed the lord's orders to go home and fetch things, but i didn't expect to see at home that all the walls of the house had collapsed and that all the families were under the roof.” "how is your wife? is she safe?" "no, master, no one can escape the bad luck, and the wife died first of all in the accident." "how's that mule? is it okay?" "no, swear to allah! as the main house and the stable wall collapsed together, all the cow, goat and chicken ducks were crushed to the ground and nothing remained.” "maybe the grand master is okay?" "no, sir, you can't have any hopeIt's over." It was only then that the master felt no hope.

He immediately lost his face and his head was blank and he was a chicken.

As he was unconscious, his feet were soft, he became unsustainable and sat on the floor with his ass down.

At some point he jumped out of his mind, scratching his clothes, pulling his beard, falling his turban, beating himself madly and bleeding straight.

And then he started to cry, "Yo-hoo, my poor children, poor wife, old man! Why are you in such bad luck? Whose fate is more tragic than mine?" It is also very sad that family and friends of the business community, who are present here, have heard this unfortunate news and feel sorry for what happened to my master and are with him as he cries and tears his clothes.

As a result of this sudden and severe blow, the master was confused and turned to the gate of the estate like a drunk.

Others followed him towards the gate of the estate。