Zhan Min, the mother of Tao Kan, a famous general in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, was a famous great mother in ancient China, and she was revered as the "Four Great Virtuous Mothers" along with Mencius's mother, Ouyang Xiu's mother, and Yue Fei's mother.

Zhan was born in Nanshi Village, Xingan County, Wu State during the Three Kingdoms period, and married Tao Dan, a general of Wu State, as a concubine at the age of sixteen.

A few years after giving birth to Tao Kan, Tao Dan died, and the Zhan family had to take the young Tao Kan back to Xin Gan's mother's house. The mother and son were lonely, making a living from weaving, Zhan had read a little when she was a child, so she attached great importance to her son's education, and in order to let Tao Kan learn more knowledge, she kept spinning day and night. And Tao Kan also knew his mother's good intentions, studied hard, and gradually became proficient in various art of war, and was later recommended by Taishou Fan Yao to be a county commander.

When his son was about to leave for his post, Zhan called his son to him and said earnestly: "Kan'er, I have suffered all my life as a mother, and now I finally hope that you will have a chance."

I hope you can be an honest and honest person, do things for the people, and don't mislead the country and harm the people. I've got a gift for you, and you'll open it when you get to the palace." As he spoke, Zhan handed his son a bundled baggage.

With the gift from his mother, Tao Kan came to the county office. He carefully opened the baggage, and found a piece of soil, an old bowl, and a white coarse cloth. He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood his mother's intentions. It turned out that the piece of soil told him to always remember the homeland of his hometown, the old bowl told him not to covet glory and wealth, and the piece of white coarse cloth told him to be honest and self-disciplined and abide by his duties as an official.

Tao Kan has always kept his mother's instructions in mind and has become a good official with a good reputation.

Once upon a time, Hangzhou was a dry beach. There is not a single river to be seen within a few dozen miles of the surrounding area, and there is not a single stream to be found. The people who live here have to carry buckets to far and wide places every day to carry water. he

They are sad day and night just for this little bit of water, and they have never lived happily ever after.

Some people in the older generation know that there is a clear spring in the mountain behind Lingyin, because it is blocked by a very thick stone wall and cannot flow out.

Over the years, many young people have gone up the mountain to try to cut through the stone wall, but without success. Slowly, fewer people will know.

There is a young man named Shui'er in the back village, he has no parents since he was a child, he grew up with his grandfather, since he was six years old, he has followed his grandfather to carry water, and it has been fifteen years.

On this day, it was Shui'er's twentieth birthday, and the old man made a big pot of noodles for him, and the grandparents and grandchildren spent a happy day.

In the evening, the old man called Shui Er to the front and told him everything about the clear spring in the mountain behind Lingyin. water

When he heard this, he was happy, tightened his belt, rolled up his sleeves, and went to call a few good young men who were usually good, and they discussed going up the mountain to dig the stone wall, so that this clear spring must flow into the village. When the old man saw that Shui'er had such great ambition, he was so happy that he shed tears, and prepared dry food overnight, so that they could go up the mountain early tomorrow morning. The next day, Shui Er and his group of ten people, armed with hammers and chisels, prepared to go up the mountain.

Before leaving, the old man said to the young men, "Go and dig the stone wall, and you have to dig it down in one breath, and if you stop, it will grow into its original appearance again, and it will be in vain." Also, when the stone wall is chiseled through, a stream of stone slurry spews out from it, and when sprayed on the body, it will freeze people into stone.

Remember! They said yes and went up the mountain.

When they got to the mountain, they immediately started to dig the stone wall. Chisel, chisel, from March Qingming chisel to May Duanyang, the chisel is shorter, both hands are blistered, and the stone wall is still not chiseled. Four young men said, "Maybe the old man is misremembering." There is no clear spring here! Let's go back and pick it up with a bucket! He said that he went back. There were six of them left, and they were chiseled from Duanyang in May to Mid-Autumn Festival in August, and the chisel was shortened again, and their hands were full of thick calluses, but the stone wall was still not chiseled. Two young men said, "Who knows how long it will take to chisel in one go, and the family should go back and see!" As he spoke, he went back.

Autumn passed, winter came, and the snow fell on the mountains more than half a man deep, and the northwest wind howled, stabbing people like sharp knives. The four of them didn't let go of their breath. Chiseled, chiseled, chiseled, until the following spring, when the azaleas were in bloom, the stone wall had been chiseled deep and deep.

This day was the third day of March, and Shui Er suddenly heard a gurgling sound on the other side of the stone wall, and he put his ear close to the stone wall to listen, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah! Spring! It's the sound of the flowing water! Everyone jumped for joy. Shui'er turned back to her companions and said; "Hurry up and go away, the magma is about to spew out!" Seeing that the spring water was about to flow out, no one was willing to leave there. Seeing that everyone refused to leave, Shui'er was so anxious that he shouted: "If you don't run away, I will stop and not chisel!" ”

When everyone heard him say this, they were afraid that he would really stop and make all his efforts go away, so he had to scatter and run away. At this time, the water hit the last hammer, only to hear a loud "boom", and the stone slurry sprayed out, condensing the water into a stone man more than three feet high! Then, a stream of clear spring water bubbled down the valley, through the village, and poured into a depression by the beach, which was filled to the brim - this is now West Lake. Since then, this place has never been without water. The mountain that the water had carved was later called "Shiren Ridge". 3. Chinese folk tales Once upon a time, there were two brothers, the eldest was arrogant and domineering, and the second was gentle. After the death of their parents, the brothers divided the family property, the eldest divided the good land and good houses under his own name, and the second child only got one ear room and one acre of thin land. One day, the second child heard a sparrow cry at home, and when he went out, it turned out to be a young finch that fell from the nest on the eaves and broke his leg. He looked strange and pitiful, so he picked it up, found a strip of cloth, carefully wrapped it around its leg, and then put it back in the nest. The little finch's legs healed quickly, and when it came out of the nest, it flew as freely as any other sparrow. In the spring, when it was time to sow seeds, the sparrow flew to the windowsill of the second child's house with a watermelon seed in his mouth, put the watermelon seed down, and flew away again. The second child felt fun, so he planted this seed, and soon sprouted, growing a particularly strong seedling seedling, under the careful care of the second child, produced a pillow-sized watermelon, picked it off on August 15 and carried it home, with a knife everything, actually cut out a golden doll. The joy in his heart is beyond words. Since then, the second child has lived a prosperous life. Besides, the eldest felt strange when he saw the poor brother suddenly become rich, so he went to ask the second brother how he got rich. The second child will not tell lies, and tell him the truth. When the boss listened, he had a bad idea. When he returned home, he took a ladder to look for a sparrow's nest on the eaves, and took out a little finch that had not yet come out of the nest, and broke its leg, and the little finch "chirped" in pain. After that, he also followed the second child's practice, connected the little sparrow's legs, wrapped them in strips of cloth, and gave them medicine. Then he put the sparrow back in the nest. The sparrow came out of the nest and was able to fly, and brought him a watermelon seed. When spring came, the boss happily planted it, and devoted all his attention to this seedling, hoping to produce a golden doll. The watermelon was knotted, and it was quite big, and on August 15, he took it off and took it home, and slowly cut it with a knife. The boss couldn't mention the strength at that time, and muttered to the bone person: "It's gold and not gold, it's nothing, but what are you suffering!" Since then, the eldest has been lucky, and the situation is getting worse day by day, but the life of the second child is getting more and more prosperous. 4. Chinese Folk Tales Wu Song drank eighteen bowls of wine in a hotel not far from Jingyanggang, carried a whistle stick upside down, and was about to walk towards Jingyanggang with unsteady steps. The shopkeeper chased after him and shouted, "Can't go!" Can't go! Recently, there was a tiger on the hill, and it has killed twenty or thirty people. Wu Song listened, smiled and said, "If you don't come to scare me, you really have it, and I'm not afraid!" Wu Song took advantage of the wine, strode to the foot of Jingyang Gang, saw a big tree, scraped off a piece of bark, and wrote two lines of words on it: "Recently, there have been tigers in Jingyanggang, and all pedestrians who come and go will cross the gang in groups at noon." Wu Song looked at it and said with a smile: "This must be a scary thing by the hotel owner, so that people can stay in his hotel." What am I afraid of!" So, he ignored the notice and still dragged the whistle stick up the hill. After walking less than half a mile, I saw a ruined temple. On the temple gate is a notice of the county yamen. Wu Song saw it, and then he believed that there was a tiger. He wanted to turn around and go back, but after hesitating for a while, he still said to himself: "What are you afraid of!" Now that you have come, you must go up and have a look. It was early winter, the days were short and the nights were long, and it was getting dark soon. Wu Song didn't find anything along the way, and muttered to himself: "It's obvious that people are afraid of themselves and don't dare to go up the mountain, where are there any tigers!" Wu Song walked for a while, felt that he was drunk, and his whole body was hot, so he opened the clothes on his chest with one hand and walked straight towards the chaotic woods. He saw a very smooth big bluestone, put the whistle stick aside, and was about to lie down to sleep, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, and then with a "plop" sound, a tiger with white eyes jumped out from behind the rocky jungle. Wu Song couldn't help but let out an "oops", hurriedly turned over from the bluestone slab, picked up the whistle stick, and flashed aside. The tiger was hungry and thirsty, and with a gentle press of its two front paws on the ground, it pounced on Wu Song. Wu Song was taken aback, broke out in a cold sweat, and the wine also woke up. said that it was too late, it was fast, Wu Song saw the tiger pounce on him, and in a flash, he flashed behind the tiger. It was difficult for the tiger to look behind the man, so he put his front paws on the ground, lifted his waist, and lifted it. Wu Song flashed again, flashing to the side. The tiger didn't lift Wu Song, and roared, like a thunderbolt in mid-air, shaking the ground. Then it raised its tail like an iron rod upside down and swept it, and Wu Song hurriedly flashed to the other side. It turns out that when a tiger hurts someone, it is this pounce, lift, and sweep; If these three hits are not successful, the arrogance will be reduced by half. The tiger didn't sweep Wu Song, roared again, and pounced. Wu Song saw that the tiger turned around and pounced, so he waved the whistle stick with both hands, and with all his strength, he slashed down from mid-air. I only heard a "pop" sound, and I actually chopped down a branch as thick as an arm. It turned out that Wu Song was panicked, and he didn't hit the tiger, but hit the dead tree, and the whistle stick was broken into two, and only half of it was in his hand.

The tiger was even more anxious, roared, opened its jaws and pounced again. Wu Song jumped and retreated more than a dozen steps away. The tiger's two front paws landed right in front of Wu Song.

Wu Song simply threw aside the half-cut whistle stick in his hand, grabbed the tiger's scalp with both hands and pressed it to the ground. The tiger struggled desperately, and Wu Song kicked the tiger in the face and eyes with his foot.

The tiger roared in pain, and picked up two piles of loess under its body and made a pit. Wu Song pressed the tiger's mouth into the loess pit and kicked it for a while. The tiger didn't have much strength.

At this time, Wu Song held the tiger tightly with his left hand, raised his hammer-like fist with his right hand, and used all his strength to fight. After sixty or seventy punches, blood spurted out of the tiger's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, and only one breath remained, and he could no longer move. Wu Song was worried that the tiger would not die, so he found the broken whistle stick and fought for a while.

Seeing that the tiger was out of breath, he threw the whistle stick and went over.

There was once a little monk who lived in a temple on a high mountain, because he was the only one, so he often carried water to drink, but then two monks came, so how was their task of fetching water distributed?

There is a temple on a high hill where a small monk lives. Every day he had to go down the mountain to fetch water. At night, when the rats came out to steal something to eat, the little monk would beat them with wooden sticks, often making a mess of the house. Later, a thin monk came to the temple, but it was still a little monk who went down the mountain to carry water every day, and the thin monk knew how to have fun, and only drank water and did not carry water. The little monk asked the thin monk to carry water, but the thin monk asked the little monk to go, the two of you push me, I push you, no one will let you, and they will not go to carry water. Eventually, they decided to carry water together.

And put the bucket in the middle, and no one will suffer.

At night, the little monk asked the thin monk to fight mice, and the thin monk asked the little monk to fight, and the two kept pushing back and forth, until dawn no one went. Soon, another fat monk came, he didn't want to fetch water, so he let the other two go, and the little monk and the thin monk both shook their heads and went to chant. The fat monk went to pick up two large buckets of water by himself, and then drank them all by himself. So, all three refused to fetch water. As the days passed, the tank was empty every day.

They were thirsty and hungry, and they did not recite the scriptures, nor did they knock the wooden fish, and they slept staggered every day. The temple is getting deserted.

One night, the rats came out, had food, and some gnawed on tables and chairs. A mouse accidentally bumps into a candle on the table, and the curtain burns. The flames slowly spread, and they were about to climb to the roof, but the three monks were still asleep. The little monk was woken up by the smoke and hurriedly shouted: "It's on fire, it's on fire, put out the fire!" Only then did the three monks work together to put out the fire, the fire was extinguished, and they also woke up. Since then, the three of them are no longer lazy, one of them takes turns carrying water every day, they never quarrel again, and their lives are happy.