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“Qian Chuanzi” and Wang Er’s Folktale

“Qian Chuanzi” and Wang Er’s Folktale

Once upon a time, there was a very stingy landlord. He always got along with others a little cheaply. He was a guy who only recognized money but not people. Therefore, everyone gave him the nickname “Qian Chuanzi”.

　　Because Qian Chuanzi treats people very harshly, no one wants to work in his house.

Seeing that spring planting is about to begin, Qian Chuanzi hasn’t hired a permanent worker yet.

For this matter, Qian Chuanzi thought hard for a few days, and finally came up with a poisonous plan. He posted a recruitment notice saying that he would hire a long-term worker, except for food and lodging, with a year-end salary of one tael.

A few days later, Wang Er, a worker from other places, went to work at his home after seeing the notice. Wang Er worked hard at Qian Chuanzi’s house for a year.

On this day, Wang Er went to settle accounts with Qian Chuanzi and was about to go home.

Qian Chuanzi happily invited Wang Er to sit down, took out a cup from the cabinet, poured a full cup of wine, and handed it to Wang Er.

Wang Er quickly said: “Master, I don’t know how to drink, so you should pay me so that I can go home.”

Qian Chuanzi smiled and said, “Wang Er, this is your salary, take it.”

Wang Er said: “Boss, don’t be joking, why is this wine paid for?”

Qian Chuanzi laughed and said, “What a joke! Wang Er, have you forgotten that the wage we agreed on is one tael of wine? You see, this cup of wine is enough for one tael. You should take it.”

At this time, Wang Erfang knew that he had hit the trick, and recalled that he had worked hard for a year, but in the end it was nothing, and he was very angry. Determined to punish Qian Chuanzi.

In the second year, Wang Er asked Qian Chuanzi: “Master, how many seeds should be planted per mu of land.”

Qian Chuanzi smoked a hookah and said nonchalantly, “Look.”

Wang Er said: “In my opinion, it can weigh nineteen catties.”

Qian Chuanzi stood up suddenly and said, “One mu of land only weighs nineteen catties. You want to waste my land on purpose?”

Wang Er hurriedly said: “Then Bian Jiujiujinjiu.”

Only then did Qian Chuanzi turn his anger into joy and said, “Okay, then you can do it.”

After a while, green seedlings grew in other people’s fields, but there was nothing in Qian Chuanzi’s field.

When Qian Chuanzi heard about it, he went to check it out. It turned out that there was not even a single seedling in the field except some pots and pots.

Wang Er was basking in the sun. Qian Chuanzi walked up to Wang Er in three steps at a time, and asked angrily, “How do you grow this land? There isn’t even a single green seedling.”

Wang Er lazily said: Boss, don’t worry, you will be able to get the best wine after autumn. ”

“What?” Qian Chuanzi didn’t understand what Wang Er meant.

Wang Er explained: “Didn’t you say that this land needs to grow ninety-nine catties of wine? Look at these jars, which are enough to hold ninety-nine catties of wine.”

When Qian Chuanzi heard this, he was so angry that he collapsed on the ground.