He is a happy man, as if nothing can bother him. When he was working in the field, he couldn't help laughing when he saw that his young crops grew better than the surrounding fields. Tired from work, I put on rags and lay on the side of the road with my hands on my head, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and kites flew by from time to time. Smelling the fragrance of wild flowers and earth, several butterflies are flying in front of us from time to time. He feels so happy and comfortable.
One day, he was weeding in the field and saw something shining in his field in the distance. Looking closer, it turned out to be a cup. You can tell from its appearance that it is unusual. It has a square cup holder, a slender cup neck, and the mouth of the cup opens upward, like a trumpet. He bent down to pick it up, held it in his hand, and suddenly heard someone say, "I am a magic cup." You found me, and I won't be exposed to the wind and the sun again. I will be my master in the future, and I will repay you. Just drop your sad tears into the cup and it will become priceless pearls. " The farmer was stunned by his voice and seemed to have no reaction.
Before the work in the field was finished, he walked home, clutching the magic cup tightly. When he got home, his wife found him a little strange and asked him what was wrong. He didn't say anything. The wife gave up. After a while, when the wife was cooking, she found that the rice was gone, so she asked her husband to buy rice. He walked in the street, thinking about what had just happened.
Unconsciously, he came to the rice stall. The stall owner has just received a wealthy businessman. He saw that he was in rags, his eyes were full of disdain and his tone was impatient: "Buy rice?" "Two liters of rice." The stall owner conveniently scooped up two bowls and threw them at him. "Take it and go." "Where are you enough?" "Love or not, don't fuck off."
The farmer threw away the rice and walked home angrily. I thought to myself, "Look at my poverty and look down on me. One day, I want you to kneel on the ground and call me ancestor. "
Unconsciously, he went home. Seeing that he didn't buy rice, his wife asked him what was going on. He said nothing but locked himself in an empty room with the magic cup. He decided to make a fortune with it.
He put the magic cup under his chin, squeezed his eyes hard and brewed emotions. But he is an optimist, and he hasn't cried many times since he was a child. So, after a long struggle, I just didn't shed a tear.
He wanted to give up, but the thought of the ugly face of the rice seller made him angry. So, he made up his mind to cry, turn tears into pearls, and piss off those who look down on others.
He thought of many ways. He slapped himself, cut his hand with a knife, poked his ass with an awl and pulled his hair. Although these self-abuse behaviors made him grin with pain, his eyes were dry and he didn't want to cry. Black and blue, he didn't want to cry, but he was in a trance. My mind is full of shining pearls.
He staggered out of the house and saw his wife cooking porridge. At this time, he lost his mind and involuntarily raised the knife to his wife. My wife fell down and lay in a pool of blood. When he woke up, his wife had no pulse.
He hugged his wife and burst into tears. Tears, like broken beads, fell into the magic cup and suddenly became bright pearls.
He finally became the richest man in Fiona Fang for decades. He bought land and built the most luxurious mansion. Landlords, squires and even officials from all over the country flocked to bring a lot of gold, silver and jewels. Everyone wants to please him. He is tired of dealing with all kinds of visitors every day.
Blue sky and white clouds no longer belong to him, birds and flowers no longer belong to him, and the most important thing is that his beloved wife has left him. Living in the stink of copper every day is monotonous and exhausting. The happiest time of his day was talking to his wife before she died.
One day three months later, his body was found in the ancestral hall, and he cut his wrist and committed suicide. When people found him, his blood had drained away, but he still held only his wife's coffin in his hand.
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