Fisherman and the devil
A long time ago, there was an elderly fisherman who made a living by fishing every day. Besides his wife, the old fisherman's family also.
There are three children dependent on him, so the family is poor and life is difficult. Although he makes a living by fishing, he is a little strange.
I only catch four nets a day, and I don't want to catch one more.
One day at noon, the old fisherman came to the seaside. He put down the fish cage, rolled up his sleeves, went into the water to decorate, and then
He threw the net into the sea, waited for a while, and began to close the net. The fishing net is so heavy that no matter how hard he tries, he can't pull it up. He only
Go back to the shore, lay a stake on the shore, tie the net rope to the stake, then take off your clothes and dive to the bottom of the sea to use it desperately.
Force, finally put away the fishing net. Then, he happily returned to the shore, got dressed and looked into the net carefully.
Look around. There was only one dead donkey in the net, and the fishing net was broken by the dead donkey.
Seeing this situation, he felt depressed and sighed: "There is no way, just hope that Allah, Almighty God, will save him. Net this
Things, really strange! "So he sings:
"The night! People who are dying,
Don't overwork yourself,
Food and clothing are not bought by labor alone.
Don't you see,
Under the sea and sky reflected by the stars,
The fisherman stood by the sea,
Staring at the net—
The waves washed him away?
In the evening, he watches nets and fish.
Early in the morning,
People who are not attacked by the cold wind like to eat fish.
Master,
You gave this man happiness,
Make that person cry;
You ask this man to work hard,
But let that person enjoy ... "
After singing, the fisherman said to himself gloomily, "Hit another Internet cafe." Thank God, I may get paid. "
The fisherman packed some things, wrung out the net and took it into the water. He said, "In the name of Allah" and threw the net in.
In the sea. The net was closed long after it fell to the bottom of the sea. This time, the net is heavier, as if it had caught a big fish. Other departments
Pull up the net rope, take off your clothes, dive into the bottom of the sea and try your best to get the net ashore. However, at first glance, it is just a mud-filled.
A jar of sand.
He felt very painful and desperate, and he sang sadly:
"The fate of anger!
Why don't you stop,
Can you be gentle?
I'm on the run,
But the source of food and clothing has been cut off.
Many rude and ignorant people,
Apprentice,
People who know books and rituals,
But it went bankrupt. "
Not content, the fisherman threw away the crock, cleaned the fishing net, wrung out the water, prayed to heaven, and then went down again.
In the water, cast a net and tighten the net rope. It was a long time before he began to close the net, but this time he closed the net.
But it's all broken bones, broken glass and all kinds of shells This made the old fisherman very angry. He couldn't help crying and was very sad.
Yin Dao:
"This is your food and clothing,
Not bound by you,
I wonn't let you live
Remember! Learning won't give you clothes,
Calligraphy can't feed you enough.
Food and clothing are meant to be,
There are no loopholes to drill.
A bird flies around,
Fly from east to west;
The other one sleeps in the nest,
But to enjoy a well-fed life. "
He looked up at the sky and said, "Allah! You know, I only catch four nets every day. I have called three times today.
I caught the net, but I still didn't catch a fish. Allah! Please give me food and clothes. This is my last net. "
He shouted the name of Allah, the Almighty God, threw his net into the sea, waited for the net to sink to the bottom of the sea for a long time, and then began to close it.
Still can't pull, the net seems to be integrated with the bottom of the sea. He sighed: "There is no way, just hope that Allah will help."
So he sang:
"Bah, this world!
If this continues,
We will complain in the disaster,
In this day and age,
Even if you get through the morning safely,
Drink bitter wine at night. "
The fisherman took off his clothes, dived into the water, groped hard and finally fished out the net from the bottom of the sea. This time, open it.
Inside is a brass bottle in the shape of bile. The bottle was sealed with tin foil with the seal of Su Liman Ben Dawood printed on it.
The fisherman looked at the bottle and smiled and said to himself, "If this bottle is taken to the market, it will surely sell ten gold coins."
He picked up the bottle and shook it. It's heavy and seems to be full of things. He said to himself, "This bottle
what did you have in your bag？ In the name of Allah, I will open it to see clearly and then take it to the market for sale. "He smokes.
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