The poor and the devil

once upon a time, there was a poor man, poor like a mouse in a church, and his children were like holes in a wire.

one day, my wife said to him, "dad, we don't live like this.

you go out and try luck and maybe find a job.

otherwise, we'll have to put our teeth on the board and soon starve.” the wife baked bread for her husband and put it in the travel bag.

in this way, the poor go far.

he's walking, walking, meeting a demon.

"the poor, where are you going?" the devil asked.

"i'll go find a friend and try my luck.

let's go.

how about that? let's go get some food.

it's autumn.

as much as we can play." that's the deal.

later, a master was found and he was given food.

they worked early until night, but the bad thing was that the poor were very hungry, they couldn't move at all, and the devil was strong, and he just waved, and all the wheat on the barley was taken off.

at the end of the night, the barley was over, and the master looked at it and said, "you boys, you did a great job, you did it all in one day.

i want to thank you all." the poor and the devil piled up wheat, and the shells piled up.

the master brought them containers, divided them, and the poor asked the owner, "do you give the wheat shells?" the master smiled, "take as much as you want." the poor took the container, poured out the wheat and piled a pile of wheat shells next to it.

when you build the wheat and the shells, the poor ask the devil, "hey, man, you pick, you want the pile, or the pile?" i'm sorry.

the devil looked at the wheat pile, it was very small, it was huge, and a piece of gold came out.

the devil said, "i've done a lot of work, i should take more, and i'll have more." and that's it: wheat piles to the poor, wheat husks to the devil.

the next day, the poor and the devil went to another house to work.

the wheat that fell was also piled up in the mountains.

it goes without saying that there are more wheat shells than grain.

the devil took another pile of big wheat husks and he said it was what he should have taken.

that's it, until saturday.

they left several homes, and the poor received only one bag of food, while the devil dragged an entire truck of wheat shells.

they all went home and paid their wives.

the poor wife bakes bread with wheat; the devil's wife makes bread with wheat shells.

the bread baked by the poor is soft, red and loud, while the bread made by the devil is flat and flat, like a shoe's heel and cannot be eaten at all.

"what's the matter, poor wives bake bread better than you!" the devil was very angry and beat his wife up.

on monday, the poor and the devil leave early in the morning.

the devil said to the poor: "pull, listen to me.

last time you lied to me, we don't fight and steal.

there's a rich man nearby.

there's pigs in the pigs.

let's go steal some heads.

i'm a pro in this business.

you can't fool me"they went together to a landlord's estate and snuck into the pigs' collar, full of over a hundred pigs!