Once upon a time, a poor sheep herder lost his parents, and the government placed him in a rich family, who fed him and raised him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info But the rich man and his woman have a bad heart, and they are greedy, and they always hold on to their wealth, and anyone who eats a small piece of bread from them will be furious. No matter what he did, the poor boy always got very little food, but on the contrary he was beaten a lot.

One day, he was sent to look after a hen and a flock of cubs. But the hen escaped from the hedge with the chicks, when an eagle suddenly swooped down and lifted the hen into the air. The boy shouted with all his might: "Thief! Thief! Rogue! But what's the use? Eagles don't spit out anything that comes to their mouths. When the rich man heard the news, he found that the hen was gone, and he was very angry and beat the boy so badly that he could not move for two days. The boy then had to take care of the motherless chicks, which of course was more difficult. Because the chicks always run one east and one west. So he was clever enough to tie all the chicks together with a rope, so that the eagles could not take any of them. But he couldn't have been more wrong. During those two days, he was running around, tired and hungry, so he quickly fell asleep. The eagle came again, took the flock of chicks away, and then stopped in the tree and devoured the chicks. The rich man was just about to come home, and when he understood what had happened, he was furious and beat the boy again without mercy, so that the boy had to lie in bed for several days, unable to move.

When he was able to walk again, the rich man said to him, "I can't make you a shepherd, you useless thing, go run errands for me." So he told the boy to send a basket of grapes to the judge and a letter. On the way, the boy was so hungry and thirsty that he ate two bunches of grapes without permission. He brought the basket to the judge, who read the letter and counted the grapes and said, "Two bunches are missing." The boy honestly confessed to the judge that he had eaten the two bunches of grapes because of hunger and thirst. The judge sent a letter to the rich man and asked for the same amount of grapes. This time, the boy brought the grapes along with a letter, and because he was so hungry and thirsty, he couldn't help but eat two more bunches of grapes. But this time he took the letter out of the basket and put it under a stone, and then sat down on it, thinking that then the letter would not see him eating the grapes, and would not betray him. However, the judge again asked him to explain what happened to the two missing bunches of grapes. "Ahh The boy said in amazement, "How do you know?" The letter could not have known about it, because I had put him under the stone before eating the grapes. The boy was so innocent that the judge couldn't help laughing. Later, he took a letter to the rich man, asking him to treat the child well, not to lack him food, and to teach him to distinguish between right and wrong.

"I will soon teach you right from wrong," said the ruthless man, "and if you want to eat, you must work, and if anything goes wrong, I will teach you a good lesson with a stick." ”

The next day, the rich man gave the boy the difficult task of chopping up two bundles of dry straw to make horse feed. The rich man also threatened him: "I will be back after five o'clock, and if you are not cut by then, I will beat you down." "The rich man took his women and maids to the annual assembly, and left only a small loaf of bread for the boys. The boy sat down on a stool and began to work hard. When he was hot, he took off his coat and threw it on the straw. Because he was worried that he would not be able to finish it in time, he did not dare to slack off for a moment, and he didn't notice it in a hurry, but he actually cut the gown and the straw together. By the time he realized the terrible thing, it was too late. The gown can't be mended. "Hey!" He cried out, "I'm done with everything, the wicked man doesn't just scare me, if he comes back and sees me, he'll clean me up, I might as well cut everything off myself." ”

The boy had heard a rich woman say, "I have a jar of poison under my bed." She said that only to scare the greedy people, but in fact it contained honey. The boy crawled under the bed, took out the jar, and drank all the honey inside. "I don't understand," he said, "that death is painful, but I taste sweet." No wonder the rich peasant women always wanted to die! After saying that, he sat on a chair and waited for death. But instead of getting weaker and weaker because of this, he became stronger because of the nourishing food he ate. "It can't be poison," he thought, "but the rich man once said that he had a bottle of poison to kill mosquitoes, and it must be a real poison, and if you eat it, you will surely die." "However, these are not poisons that kill flying insects, but Hungarian wine. The boy picked up the bottle of wine and drank it down, thinking that this was a certain death. "I think I'm going to die!" "Why don't you go to the church's grave first, and find a grave there," he said. He stumbled to the church cemetery, found a freshly dug grave and lay down, slowly feeling unconscious. A wedding was being held at a nearby inn, and the voice came and he thought he had reached heaven, and soon he was completely unconscious. The poor boy never woke up, and the scorching liquor and the cold dew of the evening took his life, and he has been lying in that grave ever since.

When the rich man learned that the boy had died, he was terrified and worried that he would be taken to court. He was so depressed that distress kept bothering him, and soon he fainted. His woman, who was standing by the stove refining a pot full of oil, ran to save him, but the fire leaked into the pot, and the whole house was on fire, and it was reduced to ashes. In the days that followed, they lived in poverty and misery, constantly condemned by their conscience. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. (To be continued.) )