"What...... You say, you want to read a story to me-" Lu Hua asked in surprise as he lay on his back on the massage table, looked sideways at the man next to him. "Yes sir, this is our special service here to help you relax completely."

The man replied politely. Lu Hua was not used to this kind of aristocratic service, and he said uncomfortably: "However, I am more accustomed to reading books by myself...... I really haven't tried to get someone to read it to me. "I'll give it a try. With our massage, I will definitely feel a hundred times more comfortable than reading a book by myself. "Really...... All right. "Would you like to drink some of this cup of passionflower juice—" "No, let's drink it later." Lu Hua waved his hand. Good. So, I'm going to talk. ”

The man opened the book and said, "I will read you a wonderful story called 'The Tale of Jutte and the Moroccans.'" The masseuse's hand reached for Lu Hua's head. The story of Jute and the Moroccans"Once upon a time, there was a merchant in Greece named Hamai. He had three sons, the eldest was named Sall and Moyo, and the youngest was named Jute. Hamai and his wife worked hard to raise their three sons, but he was especially fond of his youngest son, Juter, and as a result, Jute was jealous of his two older brothers. When Hamai was old, he saw that his two eldest sons always discriminated against his younger son, and he was afraid that after his death, the younger son would be bullied. To this end, he invited his people, judges, and some respectable people to take out their money and goods, put them before them, and said, "Divide these goods into four parts, according to the law." They did as he told them to divide their possessions. Hamai divided three of them among his three sons, leaving one for himself to support his old age.

Then he said, "I have given you all my possessions, and I owe you nothing from now on, and there is no favoritism between you brothers." I gave you my property while I was alive, so that when I died, you would not make a fuss over the inheritance. My own pension will be used to support your mothers in the future. Jute sincerely thanked his father, but his two older brothers thought that his father must have hidden some treasure so that he could quietly give it to Jute in the future. The boss said, "Father, have you really taken out everything-" Hamai shook his head and sighed, "I swear to Allah that I have taken out all my possessions and things." If there's anything left—" he said, pointing to a small, dirty fishing net hanging by the wall, "there's only this broken fishing net that I used when I was younger, and if any of you want it, take it." The two older brothers scoffed at the worn-out fishing nets.

Jutt said, "Father, please give me this fishing net, although it is worthless, it is a good means of earning a living, and it may come in handy in the future." Hamai smiled and nodded, walked over to remove the net from the wall, handed it to his younger son, and said softly, "Juter, this is exactly what I expected. If you put this net away, you'll understand its value in the future. Jute was stunned, not understanding what his father's words meant. But Hamai didn't explain again, and Judt didn't ask again. Soon after, Hamai died. Dissatisfied with the distribution of property, the boss went to Judt for trouble and asked him to hand over some more property. They said to him, "Father must have given you more of his possessions without us." Judt immediately denied it, but the two brothers didn't believe it. So the brothers quarreled so much that they went to court. All those present at the division testified in court that day, and the judge stopped Judt's two older brothers from blackmailing them on the basis of the facts. After the lawsuit was fought, Jute and his two older brothers both spent money, and no one took advantage.

Soon after, Judt's two older brothers went to denounce him. In order to fight the lawsuit, both sides spent a lot of unjust money. The lawsuit was not won, and Jute's two elder brothers were always unwilling and always wanted to take away his property. They began to go the wrong way, paying bribes to corrupt officials. Jute is also tired of coping, and always accompanies the money in vain. The money of the three brothers fell into the hands of corrupt officials day by day, and finally they all became poor. The eldest and poor had no choice, so he went to find the old mother, tried all kinds of means to coax her, bullied her, and finally drove her away. They seized my mother's property, and my mother came to Jute crying and said, "Your two brothers beat me, drove me away, and robbed me of my property." He cursed as he spoke.

Jute comforted her and said, "Mom, stop scolding. They will be punished by Allah for their disobedience. Mom, now I am destitute, and my two older brothers are also terribly poor. The brothers did not get along, and they fought several lawsuits, but instead of receiving any benefit, they spent all the property left by their father, so that others would laugh at us. Now, I can't be unfilial for them, I'll quarrel with them again, and then go to the lawsuit—forget it, you stay with me for the time being, and I'll save some money to support you. I just hope you can pray for me. As for the two brothers, Allah will punish them. The mother said worriedly, "But, son, your money has been spent, how will we live in the future?" "Thanks to my father, he left me the fishing nets he used to earn a living when he distributed his property." I can make a living fishing in the future. ”

In this way, Jute took the net and went to the sea to fish. But when he came to the beach, he found that the net was too small to cast a net in the wide sea. In desperation, Jute remembered that there was a mountain outside the city, and there was a small lake between the valleys, and it seemed that he had to try his luck there.

Jute crossed the mountains and came to this small lake surrounded by mountains, and the fish in it were obviously not comparable to the sea, so none of the surrounding fishermen came up here. But Judt's small net could only catch fish in the lake, so he came here alone and spread the net. The first net was empty, the second net was empty, and not a single fish was caught. He muttered bitterly, "Aren't there any fish here," and walked to the other end of the lake, but still didn't catch any fish. He changed places one after another, and was busy all day from morning to night, but he didn't get anything. Jute was worried and returned with the fishing net on his back, thinking about what his mother would do if she had nothing to take home. With heavy steps, he passed by the bakery, and saw many people buying bread with money in their hands, and the bakery was doing a prosperous business, and he stood aside in despair. The bread seller said to him, "Hey, Judt! Buy a loaf of bread!" He was silent. Then the bread seller said to him, "If you don't have any money, take it and eat it first, and then give it later." "All right, give me five cents of bread on credit." Jute took the bread and said gratefully, "I will give you the money after I catch fish tomorrow!" The bread seller waved his hand and said, "Don't take it personally. ”

Jute hurried home and handed the bread to his mother. The mother thought that Jute had caught a fish and sold it for bread, and she was very happy. Judh prayed in his heart that tomorrow Allah would bless me. Early the next morning, Jute went fishing in the lake again with his nets. But just like yesterday, after a busy day, not a single fish was caught. Helpless, he had no choice but to carry an empty fishing net on his back and set out on the way home. In order not to disappoint his mother, he had to come to the bakery again. The bread seller saw his predicament, and before he could open his mouth, he gave him the bread and said to him, "It is all right, Juter. It's good to pay me back later. Jutt wanted to apologize, but the bread seller kept saying, "Go ahead, it's okay." You're welcome, when I saw you return empty-handed with your nets for two days in a row, I knew that you would definitely not have gained anything, and I understood everything. If you can't catch fish tomorrow or later, you just have to come and get bread to eat. Jutt was grateful, but at the same time surprised, and asked, "Good boss, why are you willing to help me so generously and generously, you are not related to me?" said the bread seller, "because ...... I see you returning from the sky and the sky, and I expect you to live in embarrassment. I see that you are a little pitiful, so I want to help you as much as I can. ”

Jute glanced at the side of the street, where two beggars were huddled, and he pointed to them and asked, "But, if you want to be pitiful, aren't those two beggars or some old and poor people in the city more pitiful than I am-—— why are you so generous to me alone--Boss, tell me the truth—will you tell me the truth?" the bakery owner hesitated for a moment, and said, "Well, Jutt, I'll tell you the truth." Actually, it was your father, Hamai, who came to me before he died, and said to me, 'If one day my youngest son Judt passes by your bakery empty-handed with a fishing net, you can give him the bread on credit, and you will soon receive an unexpected fortune.' 'Yesterday I saw you passing by my bakery empty-handed with a fishing net, and I did as your father commanded. ”

Jute was very surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect his father to have predicted that he would be in such a situation before he died. At the same time, he remembered that his father had said that the net would be valuable in the future—it was not a wrong choice to fish in a small lake in the valley, but just a matter of perseverance. Jutt thanked the bakery owner again and went home with the bread. In this way, Jute fished in that lake for seven days in a row, but every day he found nothing. In the end, I had to go to the bread shop to get bread on credit. The bakery owner was also very cheerful, did not complain about it, and treated Judt warmly every day.

On the eighth day, Judt was still hopeful at the lakeside. Just as he was about to go to the net, suddenly a Moroccan appeared in front of him. Jutt looked closely, and saw that the man was riding a mule, well-dressed, with an embroidered saddlebag on its back. The man came down from the mule and greeted him cordially: "Hello, Jute. ”

"Hello, sir." Jutt replied to him, wondering how this man could have known his name, "Judt, there is one thing I want to ask you for, if you listen to me, it will only do you good, and you will become my friend." "Sir, what do you have to do, just as you command. I will definitely listen to you, and I will do whatever you say. "Well, then, recite the first chapter of the Qur'an." Judt then read the first chapter of the Qur'an.

The Moroccan took out a ribbon and said to him: "Tie me tightly around my waist with this strap and push me into the lake, and then you wait and see—if my hand stretches out your face, cast your net and catch me: if you see my feet sticking out, then I am dead." Don't be afraid, don't worry about me, all you have to do is take the mule to the bazaar, and give it to a Jewish merchant named Mill, and he will reward you with a hundred gold coins, and you take the flowers, and the only condition is that you keep this secret for me. ”

Judt listened to his words and was very puzzled, but agreed to do so. The Moroccan said to him: "Tie it up!" Then he said, "Push me down the lake." Judt gave him a hard push, and he fell into the lake. After a few minutes, I saw two feet on the surface of the water. Judt understood that the gentleman had drowned, so he did as he had said, and led the mule to the market, where he saw a Jew sitting at a distance. When the man saw the mule, he sighed, "The man is dead!" Then he said, "It was greed that ruined him!" So he took the mule from Judt, gave him a hundred gold coins, and told him to keep it a secret.

Judt used the money to buy food. He went to the bakery again and paid the money for the bread. He gave the bakery ten gold coins and said, "Please take it, this is my gratitude to you." "Thank Allah! Your father is like a god, and I have a fortune of an accident!" The bakery owner happily took the money and said to Judt, "That's enough money to buy you a year's worth of bread!" Jute then went to the market to buy some meat and vegetables, and gave the food and the rest of the money to his mother, saying, "Mother, collect the money for me." That's enough money for us to spend for a while. That night, Jute slept soundly. Early the next morning, he took the fishing net again and went to the lake. He was about to open his net to catch fish, when he saw a Moroccan man riding a mule with a bulging saddle on his back. The man said to him, "Hello, Juter. "Hello, sir." Judt replied in surprise. "Judt, did a Moroccan man on such a mule come to you yesterday—" Judt was so frightened that he did not dare to admit it, lest he inquire about the cause of the man's death yesterday and regard himself as a murderer, so he had to deny it: "I don't see anyone." "Alas! He was my brother, and he died before me. "I...... Nothing is known. ”

The Moroccan frowned and said, "Judt, you should be honest with me." Yesterday, didn't you tie his arms and push him out of the lake - and he said to you, 'If my hand shows up, you cast a net to salvage me: if my foot shows up, it proves that I'm dead.' Take the mule and give it to Mill, the Jewish merchant, and he will give you a hundred ducats. Then his feet appeared, and you took the mule to the Jew, and did you not get a hundred pieces of gold—" "Why do you ask me when you know everything?" said Judt. "I ask you to do the same thing you did yesterday. I'm going to get into the water this time, okay-"

So saying, he took out a ribbon, handed it to Jute, and said, "Tie me by the waist and push me into the water." If I am as unfortunate as my brother, please take the mule and hand it over to the Jews, and ask him for a hundred pieces of gold. Alright, let's do it. Jutt was puzzled, but did as he was told. After a while, Jute saw his feet floating on his feet and thought, "Drowned again!" Allah, are these Moroccans all crazy and jumping into this lake one by one to die!" After that, Jute led the mule back to the city. When the Jews saw him, they sighed and said, "Another one is dead!" Take care. Jute comforted him.

"It's the end of insatiable greed." The Jew said, gave Judt a hundred denarii, and accepted the mule. Jute kicked the gold coin, returned home with joy, and handed the money to his mother. The mother was amazed and asked, "Son, how can you get so much money every day—you don't make so much money from fishing!" You must have done something illegal—" Jutt told his mother as it was. After hearing this, the mother said, "Son, this thing sounds very strange, and I am afraid that you will cause some trouble." From tomorrow onwards, you will not go fishing in Lake Gron. ”

Jute said, "Mom, they did it of their own volition. Besides, if you do this kind of thing, you can earn a hundred gold coins a day without much effort! If there is such a beautiful thing, why don't I go-" The mother was speechless, but her heart was faintly uneasy.