Once upon a time, there was an old grandpa who was a craftsman all his life. He worked and lived in a small shop in a small village. The whole town knew that this old man was a kind and generous man. When he met those who were hungry and in need, he always helped them without hesitation. The old man truly believed that there was a reason for their difficulties. After
helped so many poor people, the old man found himself getting poorer and barely having enough money to support himself and his wife. All he had left was enough leather for the last pair of boots.
If he can't sell the boots, he and his wife will become beggars and end up on the streets. With winter approaching, he worries about how they will survive in the future.
The grandfather was worried that his hands were shaking, so he decided to sleep earlier. He cut the leather into small pieces and put it on the table , intending to make these boots the next morning .
The next day, the old man woke up early and was anxious to start making boots. To his surprise a pair of well-sewn boots was waiting for him. No doubt someone else made these boots!
Grandpa scrutinized every inch of the boots. Every piece of leather is sewn to perfection. The boots were much better than he had made himself - maybe the best pair he'd ever seen.
"Old lady, come and see this!" he shouted to his wife.
"These boots you made are beautiful ," she said in surprise.
"But I didn't make them," said the old man. "I put those pieces on the table last night and woke up this morning to find they were done without me."
"You idiot," his wife said, patting his head. "Who else can you be?" The grandfather
did not explain the matter. If it was himself, he probably wouldn't believe it either.These boots are both incredible and a mystery. He just wished there was a place to express his gratitude.
He put the boots in the shop and the first person to walk by noticed it. It was a rich man in silk who liked the boots so much he went in and asked for the price.
"How did you make such a nice pair of boots?" the man asked. "I've never seen such a good stitch in my life!"
"I wish I knew," said the old man with a shrug.
He said: "I appreciate a man who doesn't tell others his trade secrets. You say a price, I must have them."
This man gave the old grandpa enough money to live on for one week , and bought
enough leather to make two new pairs of boots.
can't expect the miracle to happen twice, the old grandpa cuts the leather into the pieces he needs and goes to work. His hands are not what they used to be and his joints are aching from arthritis. So the old man went to bed and planned to come back to work on this project tomorrow morning.
The next day, the old man walked into his shop, only to find that another miracle happened while he was sleeping. Two pairs of impeccably sewn leather boots had been made without him.
" old woman , come and see this!" the old man called his wife.
"What beautiful boots," she said. "Just as good as you ever did."
"That's what I'm going to tell you," said the old man. "I didn't make these boots, and I didn't make the ones from the night before!"
His wife knew exactly how long it took her husband to make a pair of boots. He couldn't have made a pair of boots overnight, let alone two.
"You fucking old man knows how to tease me every day," she persuaded herself."Tell me how you did it, or else you're seriously ill and it's time to see a doctor."
"Trust me, if I had that money, I would have gone by myself." The old man said.
He put his new boots in the shop, and the price for two pairs was better than the day before. The old man had enough money to eat for another week, and enough to buy leather for four pairs of boots.
It happened so suddenly that Grandpa started to feel guilty. He still doesn't know who or what is helping him.
That night he cut the leather into four pairs of boots. Business was good, but no one was in a hurry to finish them, so the old man went to bed as soon as he had dinner.
Grandpa is used to it by now, but the next morning he was surprised as usual to find four new pairs of boots on his desk.
"Old woman, come and see this!" the old man said to his wife. "You have to believe me this time!"
Now the old grandpa's wife went to bed much later than her husband the night before. She saw the leather pieces on the table with her own eyes, and knew that the old man couldn't make these boots himself.
"Well, what the hell," his wife said. "Who did it?"
"I don't know, but we have to figure it out so I can thank them," the old man said.
As soon as the new boots were sold, the old man bought enough leather to make eight pairs of boots. That night, he cut the leather into small pieces and put them on the workbench. He and his wife hid at the door of and , anxiously waiting for the divine.
They waited and waited, but nothing happened.
"Maybe they're off tonight," suggested the old man.
Just then, the leather goods begin to move on the table by themselves. It was as if two invisible hands were sewing the boots together.
"This is a fox fairy!" the old man whispered to his wife.
"These boots are made by Fox Fairy!" said his wife. "You must be dizzy, go wash your face and wake up."
The grandfather washed his face with biting cold water as his wife said, and was instantly sober. There are two little weasels at his desk making boots, so far away he can't see at the door. Each little weasel uses his entire body to do the work of one hand, while being bruised all over his body.
"Poor weasel," said the grandfather's wife. "They must be freezing!" Tomorrow, I will knit a wardrobe clothes for the two of them, thank you. "
On the second day, eight pairs of new leather boots sold faster than the previous pairs, making a lot of money.
That night, instead of preparing leather for the little weasel, the old grandfather's wife put two pairs of boots on it. Little hat, two scarves, two trousers, two pairs of socks and two sweaters she knitted during the day. Grandpa even made two little pairs of boots for the weasel.
They hid at the door as before, waiting for the elf to come. Grandpa and his wife couldn't believe their eyes when the elves appeared on the workbench. However, the weasels didn't try on any clothes as expected. Instead, they tiptoed around the clothes as if they were afraid They.
" Don't be afraid. said the old man. "We made it for you." We are grateful for your help. "
The weasels were surprised to find that Grandpa and his wife had been watching them.
"You mean this is a gift for us?" asked the first weasel.
"Of course it is," said Grandpa's wife. "I don't know who else is worthy of them. "
" but giving the weasel a dress is giving him free . said the second weasel. "We'll get out of here when we're free, and we'll never make you boots again.""
Grandpa and his wife didn't know what the gesture meant, but because it was the right thing to do, they didn't hesitate.
"You've done enough for us," said Grandpa. "We'd love to give You are free. "
The weasels burst into loud cheers. They have been slaves to human beings all their lives and never thought this day would come.
"Why did you help me in the first place?" the grandfather asked the weasels.
"We used to belong to the village Another person, someone you helped get back on his feet a long time ago. said the first weasel. "When he dies, let us take care of you." "
"My goodness," said his wife. "It's really good to be rewarded, it's not that you won't be late if you don't report it. "
The weasel put on new, warm clothes and left the store. The old man and his wife never saw them again.
years later, the old man was in trouble again. He spent all his money helping others, He quickly ran out of money and worried that he and his wife would be homeless.
Although his hands were crippled by arthritis, the old grandpa used the last bits of material he had left to cut out leather and make a pair Boots. That's all his poor hands can do tonight, so he retired early.
The next day, when the old man woke up, he miraculously found a pair of well-sewn boots waiting He. Weasel is very grateful to Grandpa and his wife for their kindness even though they are released, so they will come back and help when he needs it.
Weasel enjoys their freedom, they make sure Grandpa and his wife I have lived a happy life ever since.
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