Horse Rich Man (Folk Tales)

The autumn crops are ripe, the wind blows, and the corn leaves rattlle.

The Qin butler was worried about the field in YangJiachang and came to the horse rich man early in the morning.

The rich man coughed a few times, washed up, and sat down on the side of the eight immortals table in the hall.

The Qin butler hurriedly brewed a pot of dragon wells and helped the rich man light the shisha.

The Qin butler said, Lord, this year's rain is good, the crops have been through the rain, and they have grown well.

The horse rich man said to let the long-term workers feed the mules well, and in a few days, prepare to harvest the corn.

Qin Butler said, the newly purchased piece of land, Yang Family Farm, 8 miles away from home, the poor men of Yang Family Farm are all thieves.

The rich man's hookah purred a few times, and asked the Qin butler slowly, according to your opinion, what should I do?

Qin Butler said that he would send a few long workers to see Qiu.

I inquired well, there are "one-eyed dragons" in Yuancheng North Street, buy a few shots, shoot a few shots, and the poor man is afraid of death.

The first year we cultivated that land, we had to give them a dismount.

The rich man of the horse was silent for a while and said, Qin Butler, my surname is Ma is a stingy ghost, and you don't know that it costs a lot of money to buy a gun.

The rich man only cared about smoking shisha and stopped talking.

The Qin butler originally wanted to get oil from it, but he didn't expect the rich man to cut the door so much, and said in his heart, Your family has a great cause, and you can't help the poor man from stealing.

Of course, the Qin butler did not dare to resist his mouth, quietly came out, and went to the front yard to let the long workers carry water, cut grass, and feed mules.

At noon, the rich man ma ate some food and walked towards the Yang family farm.

From Yuancheng to Yangjiachang 8 miles, along the way is the land of the rich man of ma, the corn is tall, like a soldier to accept his inspection.

The crops are so good, how can a poor man not be red-eyed?

Whoever changed it was red-eyed.

Yang Jiachang is far from home, and the whip is beyond reach.

The rich man walked sweaty, went to Yangjiachang, and then walked to the Shandong territory.

The rich man of the horse burrowed into the cornfield and crouched down, motionless.

After a while, there was the sound of whirring in the field, from far and near, accompanied by the sound of clicking.

The horse rich man knew that it was someone breaking his own corn, of course, the corn that was broken down would not be given to him by the horse rich man, but would be carried back to his own home and enjoyed by his wife and children.

The man approached, and the rich man squinted his eyes to see that it was Yang San, and stuffed the corn cob with a large cloth bag and carried it to his shoulder.

Yang San carried it several times, but he couldn't move.

The rich man looked at the poisonous sun and said this bear-like child.

Yang San spat into the palm of his hand, and with a force, he still did not carry it on his shoulder.

The rich man approached, and Yang San didn't even notice it, and was still carrying it his shoulder.

The rich man of the horse reached out, grabbed the corner of the cloth bag, and shook it upwards.

Yang San felt very relaxed, carried the big cloth bag on his shoulder, and couldn't help but look back, it was a big horse rich man with a big career.

Yang San was frightened, and the big cloth bag "banged" and fell to the ground.

Yang San's body was like a sieve chaff and he knelt on the ground and shouted, Old Master Ma spared his life, Old Master Ma spared his life, the family really had no food, and only then came to steal your corn cob.

The rich man ma helped Yang San to hold up the cloth bag, and he smiled and said, Yang San, Yang San, not the uncle said you, you carry less, don't be so greedy.

Yang San was overwhelmed and his face turned red.

The rich man helped Yang San carry a bag of corn on his shoulders, waved his hand and said, Let's go, it's not easy for anyone.

Don't move once, make it up twice, don't flash your waist.

Returning from yangjiachang, the rich man felt a little tired, took the shisha to the kang, lay down and smoked, grunted, and swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog.

Qin Butler was not at ease, and said in a fiery manner, Lord, what is the whole land in Yang Family Field?

The rich man did not answer the stubble and said Qin butler, you also come to smoke shisha, enjoy.

The Qin butler said, Where do I have the heart to smoke, worried about those poor ghosts stealing crops.