This article is the 59th issue of "Folk Tales". Friends who like to read folk tales, remember to come here often! Author: Xiao Ye Ye Tells Stories This story was told by my mother. The story happened in the mid-1970s, when my mother was not yet married and lived in a small villag

This article is the 59th issue of "Folk Tales". Friends who like to read folk tales, remember to come here often!

Author: Xiao Ye Ye Tells Stories

This story was told by my mother. The story happened in the mid-1970s. At that time, my mother was not married yet and lived in a small village in the north.

At that time, in the village where my grandma lived, there was an uncle named Zhang. He lives in the north of the village. Because he is the third eldest child in the family and is old, the villagers call him "Master Zhang".

Mr. Zhang lived in the Northeast for a period of time when he was young, and later came to the small village where his grandma lived.

When Zhang Sanye was 65 years old, he encountered a strange thing, which spread to several nearby villages.

According to my mother, Mr. Zhang is a restless person and often carries a hoe to work in the fields.

The story takes place on a hot summer day. On this day, Mr. Zhang went to work in the fields as usual.

It was approaching noon, and Mr. Zhang was about to finish work and go home for dinner. But as soon as he came out of the field, he saw a person standing in the weeds not far away.

Judging from his height, he should be a child. Mr. Zhang was a little confused: "Whose child is staying here at noon? Why don't you go home for dinner?"

Mr. Zhang was warm-hearted and thought about going over to see whose child it was and send him back on the way, so Mr. Zhang walked towards the short figure from behind.

When he got closer, he found that the figure of the child in front of him did not match the clothes, and he looked a little thin.

Just as Mr. Zhang was about to speak, the child suddenly turned around. Mr. Zhang was shocked when he saw it: This is not a child! With a face covered with yellow hair and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, this is clearly a weasel! "

Mr. Zhang subconsciously took a few steps back, holding the hoe tightly in his hand.

The weasel glanced at him, with a smile on his face, and actually said: "Hello, old man! "

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he was frightened again: "How can the weasel still talk? Have I encountered a weasel going through a tribulation? "

Mr. Zhang lived in the Northeast for a while and often heard local people talking about weasels going through tribulations. He looked at the clothed weasel in front of him and concluded that it was a weasel going through tribulations!

"You What's the matter with calling me? "Mr. Zhang knew it well, because he knew that the weasel that survived the tribulation would not hurt people.

"Old man, do you think I look like a human being? "

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he laughed in his heart: He really encountered a weasel to cross the tribulation, and even what he said was the same as what people said.

Mr. Zhang paused, with a smile on his face, and said : "You are not a human being! You are so good-looking, you should be a god! "

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, Weasel fell to his knees with a plop and said: "Old man, I failed to escape the tribulation three times. Fortunately, I met you. I thank you for helping me, and I will definitely repay you in the future! "

" Haha! "

" Old man, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first. I will definitely never forget this kindness! "After saying that, the weasel shrunk in size, threw away its clothes and ran towards the wild grass.

"I just heard about it before, but I didn't expect that the weasel's tribulation was true. Okay, I praised it too, just to feel at ease. "After saying that, Mr. Zhang left with the hoe.

When he got home, Mr. Zhang told the old woman about his encounter with the weasel.

The old woman was surprised when she heard this: "It didn't hurt you, did it? "

" No, all the animals that survive the tribulation will not hurt people. They just point at people and say nice things, how can they hurt people! "

" That's okay. It's really strange. I didn't expect it to be true."

That day, Mr. Zhang went to bed early after dinner. He didn't expect the weasel to bring him any benefits. He just wanted to have peace of mind. But what he didn't expect was: starting from the third day, Zhang When Third Master opened the door to look, there would always be something at the door. Sometimes it was pheasant, sometimes it was hare, and sometimes it was rice noodles. At first, Mr. Zhang and his wife didn’t know who sent it. I dared to bring it into the house, so I started asking the neighbors, but they all said it wasn't them. I couldn't find anyone, and the old woman was very confused.

"No one has given anything to my house in these years!" Besides, I am just an ordinary farmer, who would give me anything? " Mr. Zhang was thinking this in his mind. Suddenly, he remembered something: "Did that weasel give it to me? "

Mr. Zhang once heard that the weasel itself has spirituality. In addition, he had helped it survive the disaster. Before leaving, the weasel specifically said that he would come back to repay his kindness.

"Are those things really sent by the weasel? "Mr. Zhang said secretly.

He wanted to see what happened, so that night, Mr. Zhang didn't sleep all night and stayed at the door of the yard. At around three o'clock in the night, under the moonlight, Mr. Zhang saw what happened. A person walked over not far away.

The person walked very fast, but his walking style seemed a bit uncoordinated. After a while, the person arrived at the door of Mr. Zhang’s house.

Mr. Zhang hid and watched. He saw the man take out something dark from his arms, and he couldn't see it clearly. After putting down the thing, the man turned around and ran out, asking in a low voice: "Who are you?" who? "

The man was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Old man, don't you recognize me? "

said, the man threw away his hat. Mr. Zhang took a look and exclaimed: "It turns out it's really you! "

That's right! That's not a human, it's the weasel that Mr. Zhang praised before!

"You helped me so much, I must repay the favor. These things are left for you and your family to make a living. Don't make a fuss. This is what I should do. "

In the 1970s, people in many places really didn't have enough to eat. These things are nothing now, but in those days, this was life-saving food!

"Then I thank you. "

" Old man, go to bed quickly, I'm leaving! "After that, the weasel left in a swagger. Mr. Zhang looked at its back and couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

Early the next morning, the old woman carried a chicken and said: "Old man, look! I don’t know who sent us the chicken. "

Mr. Zhang smiled slightly and said: "I know who it is, just keep it if it is given to us! "

" Who gave it? "

" Don't ask, you won't believe it even if I tell you. "

" That's what you said! "

Mr. Zhang looked at the old woman, and then told the scene he saw at night.

"Real or false? "The old woman asked in surprise.

"I'll just tell you, you won't believe it even if I tell you! "After saying that, Mr. Zhang left with his hands behind his back.

The old woman had always been curious and suspicious about this matter. Even though Mr. Zhang had told her several times, she still didn't believe it.

She thought: It is impossible for a weasel to open its mouth to speak. , nor can he walk upright like a human being, nor can he send food and grain to his family every now and then. This is simply impossible in the old woman's mind.

Don't say that the old woman doesn't believe it, I hear it. I didn't believe it when my mother told her.

The neighbors noticed that someone was always bringing food to his house, so they started to ask why. The old woman told them Mr. Zhang's original story, so Mr. Zhang met a weasel on the road. The incident was passed down.

Mr. Zhang’s family has not been hungry in the past two years because of the weasel’s relief, and this story has spread a lot.

In the late 1970s, the food supply in Zhang Sanye’s village gradually became abundant, and the villagers no longer went hungry. From then on, no one sent food to his family.

"Mom, this thing is too bizarre, isn't it? Weasels can still talk? Isn't this nonsense!" I said with a smile.

"Everyone in the village said so, and their family did receive food regularly in the past two years, and they even provided relief to us. This is absolutely true!" said my mother.

"Maybe!" I didn't say anything, I just thought it was too bizarre, so let's just treat it as a story!

Little Ye Ye said a few words:

When I was a child, I heard my grandma tell the old story of transitional tribulation, but I didn’t really believe it.

I think it is impossible for animals to speak, let alone stand and walk. Perhaps the story my mother told has been exaggerated over the years.

As for the reason for exaggeration, I think it is the moral behind the story. Folktales are all positive and warn people to do more good deeds. This is why folktales can be passed down to this day.

Xiaoye Ye thinks: Although the plot of the story is bizarre, we will not delve into the authenticity, but the moral of the story is indeed positive energy: a good word will warm you in winter, but a bad word will hurt you in June. When dealing with others, we should be approachable and friendly, and never say hurtful words out of anger, as this will only cause more trouble for ourselves.

is like Mr. Zhang in the story. If the weasel had not been praised, maybe the story would have had a different ending, right?

Dear readers, what do you think?

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