rough Han Wangsi is a woodcutter who makes a living by chopping firewood every day. He is relatively indifferent, and he can make people half-dead by just making a joke. As time goes by, the villagers are afraid to avoid him.
But Wang Si was still laughing and joking, either chasing the dog of this family until it barked with its tail between its legs, or frightening the child of that family until it cried. I also wonder why my parents insist on eating the red fruits from the mountains so that they will grow red tails when they are fifteen.
They didn't want to grow red tails, so they cried and shouted, disturbing the small village.
The parents were so angry that they picked up their hoes and shovels and wanted to go to Wang Si to settle the score, but they were held back by their own children.
said that Wang Si went to the mountains to find an antidote for them. He also said that as long as he ate the purple fruit he brought back, he would stop growing tails.
The villagers had no choice but to gnash their teeth and curse a few words, and the matter was over.
As for Wang Si, he will really bring back many small purple berries and distribute them to the children.
Seeing that their tongues turned purple from eating them, he started to joke again, saying that if you eat this purple fruit, you will grow long ears tomorrow, which frightened the children into crying and vomiting. But nothing came out.
This crazy scene made the parents of those children want to beat them up.
said that having Wang Si in the village was like a disaster.
Then even the children in the village began to avoid him, not to mention the cats and dogs who were so frightened when they heard Wang Si's name that they ran around and hid.
But Wang Si was still wandering carelessly between the village and the mountains, but he spent more time chopping wood. Perhaps only here could he have the opportunity to hunt down those birds and beasts for fun.
A while ago, he got money from Liu Yuanwai, saying that he needed some flammable matches at home. So Wang Si took the time to cut ferns these two days.
He cut the fern in half, and suddenly he cut it and hit something hard.
I pushed aside the fern and took a look, oh! It turned out to be a mountain black that was as big as his two fists. He no longer cared about cutting firewood, so he quickly packed up, hugged the mountain turtle and went home.
Thinking about the turtle soup tonight, he swallowed his saliva with greed, quickly closed the door like a thief, and carried the turtle into the kitchen.
Maybe he was afraid that there would be too little soup and he would not be full, so he filled more than half the pot of water. As the firewood smoke slowly rose, he hurriedly wanted to put the mountain turtle in the pot.
But as soon as he put it into the pot, he regretted it. For no other reason than he was bored, so he had an idea and set a pole across the pot to carry water.
He placed the turtle on one end of the stove, and then stood on the other end, with the two facing each other across the pole.
Wang Si said to the mountain turtle that had been missing for a long time and stuck out its head: "Turtle, turtle, if you can climb to my side from the pole on the boiling water pot, I will let you go. How about it?"
I don’t know if the mountain turtle really understood what he said and actually stuck its head out.
It first stretched out its head to take a look at the steaming large iron pot, and then took a look at Wang Si who could not see clearly in the smoke. After hesitating again and again, he indeed climbed up the pole without any hesitation!
It climbed very slowly, and the hot steam made its legs slippery, but even so, it did not stop at all.
As expected, it climbed over the bamboo pole that was already boiling hot with heat, and looked up at Wang Si, as if telling him that it had passed the test, could it be let go?
But Wang Si is not a master who can let the fat fly when it reaches his mouth.
He first made fun of the turtle, saying that it was so stupid that it actually got fooled. Then without saying a word, he grabbed a handful of the turtle and threw it into the rolling iron pot.
The poor mountain turtle soon turned into a pot of bland and delicious turtle soup, which Wang Si drank into his stomach and ended his life.
But Wang Si couldn't sleep that night. There were a lot of rashes on his body for no reason, and it was so itchy that he scratched his skin.
But this was not enough. In the middle of the night, he felt difficulty breathing. It was not until a few days later that a foul smell wafted out that the villagers knew that he had died at home.
Although everyone didn't like him, the deceased was a big one, so the kind-hearted villagers paid some money to each family, bought a thin coffin for him, carried it up the mountain and buried him.
Not long after the burial, when people were about to leave, they discovered that many mountain tortoises were slowly crawling towards us from all directions, which made the villagers feel numb.
They thought this was too strange, so they hurried down the mountain.
Later, someone accidentally passed by Wang Si's grave and found that the coffin had disappeared, leaving only a pit, which had long been filled with rainwater.
This bizarre scene scared him so much that he ran down the mountain, and the village immediately exploded.
But as he talked, everyone began to fall silent.
How much they hated Wang Si before, now they miss him so much.
Without him, the village became unaccustomed to being quiet; without him, the children seemed to have lost their childishness, and even their playing lacked flavor; without him, the chickens and ducks in the village no longer ran around in panic, Even the cats and dogs seemed to have lost their souls and could only sit on the side of the road and yawn in boredom.
The children will no longer eat the delicious wild fruits he brought back; they will no longer hear him telling stories about their long red tails, long ears, and flat noses, nor will they see him being chased by adults with sticks. It’s a funny scene running around the village.
The whole village seemed to have lost its fun and began to become unaccustomed to it.
Now that he is gone, even the coffin is gone. It is inevitable that everyone will not remember the scene at the burial that day. They can't help but say to Wang Si in their hearts: "Wang Si, you can just tease us on weekdays. Why?" You want to trick those mountain turtles. Look, have you gone too far? Even the coffin has been removed by them. What should we say to you?"
But as time passed, the mountain turtles took away Wang Si. The matter of the coffin has become a legend.
Since then, people often use this to warn their descendants, saying that they can joke with others, but not too much, let alone joke with the animals in the mountains, otherwise one day they will be like Wang Si and offend the mountain spirit. Mei, it’s too late to regret.
