A long time ago, there was a father who was very diligent, but he raised two lazy sons. My dad was often worried when he saw his two lazy sons not working at home every day. The dozens of village cadres around them within two or three hundred miles knew that these two brothers were too lazy and looked down on them very much. The two brothers began to feel distressed when they saw that others ignored them. My father said to them angrily, "We Hani tribe hate people who hold hands to eat idle food the most. If you don't change your lazy habits and don't do work in the fields, they will only despise you even more!"
On this day, the two brothers were embarrassed to be idle at home anymore, so they reluctantly carried hoes and followed my father to the fields to work. But they are used to being lazy and are reluctant to put in their efforts. My dad digs hard with a hoe, and he must dig at least six or seven inches deep: and as for them, he can only dig two or three inches deep at most if he digs with a hoe. If the fields are not dug deep, the crops will certainly not grow well. Therefore, in the fields they dug, the harvest of crops was pitifully small.
A few years later, their father became ill. My dad has not recovered for a long time. Before his death, he called his two brothers to the bed and said to them sadly, "You are a child. I have worked hard all my life, and at least I have pulled you up. Now I can't do it anymore, I'm afraid I won't live long. But I don't have good things for you, only this broken thatched house and a few rotten hoes, and there is also the thin field and the can of silver buried in the thin field. The can of silver was passed down by my ancestors, and I'm not willing to dig it out, so I'll leave it to you! If I break this breath, you brothers will dig it out. Bury the jar deep, you have to dig it deep!"
After saying this, my dad died. After the two brothers finished the funeral sadly, they hurried to the fields to dig up silver with hoes. The two brothers dig hard as soon as they got to the field. They thought about what their father said, and they lifted the hoe very high and dug it very deeply. After a while, they dug out a large pond and came. However, there is no silver in the pond. They just changed the place and continued to dig, but they still didn't find anything. The two brothers were a little discouraged: "What are you digging?! It's useless! Go home to sleep!" When they were just about to leave with hoes, a voice suddenly came from another hill: "Hey! You brothers, please dig patiently! Dig everywhere! I'll dig one day." They looked back and saw that it was an old man with a long hair and beard talking to them. After hearing this, the two brothers had to lift the hoe up and continue digging.
The two brothers dug for several days in a row, and they dug all over the fields, but they still didn't dig any money. The two brothers were discouraged again and were about to leave with hoes on their backs. The old man with hair and beard appeared in front of them again. The old man said to them earnestly: "Your dad will not tell lies. If you dig deeper, you will definitely dig silver."
The two brothers thought to themselves: "Yes! Dad will not tell lies. If we dig deeper, we will definitely dig!" So they dig deeper again, but there was still some dig silver. At this time, the cuckoos on the trees had been chirping for a long time, and the people in the village were busy planting seedlings. The old man with hair and beard appeared in front of the two brothers for the third time: "Brothers, stop digging, rake the soil in the field first, plant seedlings quickly! Let's continue to cage after the autumn harvest!" The two brothers thought it was right, so they planted seedlings in the field according to the old man's words. The seedlings grow taller day by day, and grow taller than other families; in autumn, they grow more than one person taller.
The ears of grain grown on each rice are twice as thick and twice as long as usual, and the grains on them are all golden and round. The two brothers were so fond of their own rice growing so well that they were so happy that they grinned from morning to night. Whenever the people in the village walked to their hills, they would stop, look at them with surprise and envy, and kept exclaiming: "Such big ears are rare!" This year, the rice of the two brothers has harvested! Their harvest was something his family had never seen before: it was also a harvest that people from dozens of villages within two or three hundred miles around, and had never seen since ancient times.
brothers happily took the rice back home, and the golden grains were piled up with half of the brothers' thatched hut. As long as they can remember, they have never seen so many grains piled up in their homes. If you eat this pile of grain, you can eat it for at least a few years; if you change it to a cloth, you can at least get one hundred pieces of destruction; if you sell it, you can at least sell it to a can of silver. The two brothers sat happily on the straw, looking at their beloved grains, thinking, thinking, the happier the more they thought, and the happier they felt, the happier they felt.
Suddenly, the younger brother said to his brother innocently: "The can of silver my father said is this pile of millet? My brother was attracted by his younger brother's words and felt that his younger brother was right. At this time, the old man with hair and beard appeared in front of them for the fourth time. He smiled kindly and said, "Brother is right! The can of silver your dad mentioned is exactly this pile of millet! As long as you work hard, you can get countless cans of silver! "
The two brothers experienced the harvest and happiness brought by hard work for the first time. From then on, the two brothers became hardworking people. The people in dozens of villages within two or three hundred miles around also liked them.
brothers happily took the rice back home, and the golden grains were piled up with half of the brothers' thatched hut. As long as they can remember, they have never seen so many grains piled up in their homes. If you eat this pile of grain, you can eat it for at least a few years; if you change it to a cloth, you can at least get one hundred pieces of destruction; if you sell it, you can at least sell it to a can of silver. The two brothers sat happily on the straw, looking at their beloved grains, thinking, thinking, the happier the more they thought, and the happier they felt, the happier they felt.
Suddenly, the younger brother said to his brother innocently: "The can of silver my father said is this pile of millet? My brother was attracted by his younger brother's words and felt that his younger brother was right. At this time, the old man with hair and beard appeared in front of them for the fourth time. He smiled kindly and said, "Brother is right! The can of silver your dad mentioned is exactly this pile of millet! As long as you work hard, you can get countless cans of silver! "
The two brothers experienced the harvest and happiness brought by hard work for the first time. From then on, the two brothers became hardworking people. The people in dozens of villages within two or three hundred miles around also liked them.
