Folk stories of Li Qiubao and Sun Xiucai

As the year is approaching, Li Qiubao came up with filial piety and prepared to burn Fu Bao for his deceased parents. This is a folk custom of burning paper to worship their ancestors, so that the two old people can spend a whole year in the underworld.

On this day, Li Qiubao weighed a few pounds of toilet paper and made it into a blessing bag. After writing down his parents' names and the phrase "make money on an auspicious day", he can burn the sacrifice. Helpless, this Qiu-Bao Li is illiterate. How can he write about Fu Bao? As soon as he thought about it, he went behind Fu Bao's back to find Sun Xiucai sitting at home.

It's a pity that this Sun Xiucai is picking dung in his own garden. Sweeping pits is also a folk custom in the New Year. When Li Qiubao saw it, he shouted, "Mr. Sun, you didn't do this rough work. Today, let's change jobs. You help me write the bag, and I'll help you pick up the dung. How about it? " Seeing such a good thing, Sun Xiucai dumped the dung bucket and went home with the bag handed over by Li Qiubao.

Let's talk about Sun Xiucai's vegetable garden next to Li Qiubao's house. When Li Qiubao picked the manure to the head of the field, he saw that his vegetables were yellow and faded, and his heart moved, so he poured most of Sun Xiucai's manure into his garden. Soon, Li Qiubao finished collecting dung, and Sun Xiucai also finished writing Fu Bao here. After a few courtesies, the two broke up.

Besides, the next morning, Sun Xiucai was leading the students to study by themselves. Sun Niangzi came in from the outside, grabbed his book and roared, "Then Li Qiubao spilled all our manure in his field!" He said, pull him out. Sun Xiucai broke free and said, "Isn't it just a little shit, bigger than my teaching life?" Sun Niangzi became more and more angry: "A little shit is really a trivial matter, but he Li Qiubao shouldn't lie to us. He must ask him to explain what he said today! Are you going or not? " Sun Xiucai had no choice but to say, "Well, can't I go later?"

Sun Xiucai really doesn't want to go in. When he saw his wife, he stood by and waited for him. He thought it was impossible not to go today, so he arranged for the student to call Hong Miao and go to Li Qiubao himself.

Li Qiubao saw Sun Xiucai coming to his house from a distance, thinking that he must have found out what he had done, and he felt guilty and sneaked into the house. Sun Xiucai saw that Qiu-clearly saw himself but didn't take the initiative to meet him. He also muttered in his mind. After a pause, he walked to Qiu-'s home. As soon as he entered the door, Li Qiubao smiled and offered his seat to pour tea. Sun Xiucai saw it in his eyes and knew it. He wanted to know if Li Qiubao had ever treated me like this on weekdays, and was about to ask him about picking feces. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a pile of blessing bags he wrote to Li Qiubao yesterday, and turned to ask, "Why didn't you write a blessing bag yesterday?" "It should have been burned yesterday, but my nephew sent a message saying that he would go home tomorrow and didn't burn it." "Your nephew will go home tomorrow?" "Yes, I haven't been home for several years, saying that I will go home to worship my ancestors this year." Li Qiubao has a nephew who works in the county government, and Sun Xiucai knows it. Hearing Li Qiubao tell this story, he quickly stepped forward and took the bundle of bags in his hand, saying, "It's a good thing you didn't burn it yesterday, and I was careless. I was busy writing at that time and forgot to write the words' Today is a good day to make money'. That's why I came. " Then he withdrew from Li Qiubao's house.

Sun Xiucai returned to his home in a daze. When he saw that his wife was still waiting for him, he hurriedly put the rich treasure in his hand, but Sun Xiucai saw the difference and grabbed Fu Bao from Sun Xiucai. As soon as he saw it, he suddenly understood everything. It turned out that Sun Xiucai wrote in Fu Bao that his late parents were not allowed to talk. Sun Niangzi was so angry that she slapped Sun Xiucai in her arms and glared at him. She said, "I met a kowtowing villain!" "

Where is Sun Xiucai ashamed of? Li Qiubao's nephew will go home tomorrow, and now he is anxious to finish writing Fu Bao for him. How to make up? Of course, no matter how wrapped in white paper, we should also do it without showing traces. How else can this museum sit in the future? At this point, Sun Xiucai had to admit that he was unlucky. But the next day, Li Qiubao's nephew somehow didn't come home. Sun Xiucai's shit was picked out, and he lost more than 30 pieces of white paper and time. He could only suffer a blind loss, but his heart could not turn.

In a blink of an eye, a year passed. This morning, Li Qiubao came to Sun Xiucai's house with ten eggs in one hand and two pieces of red paper in the other. He came to ask Sun Xiucai to write Spring Festival couplets for himself. In rural areas, on holidays, Mr. Li is usually invited to make an "introduction ceremony" to show his respect for scholars. Supposedly, after a few days, Sun Xiucai's anger should have subsided. Besides, Li Qiubao also brought an "introduction ceremony" this time. However, when he saw Li Qiubao begging from himself again, his angry mouth came out again.

After a long time, Li Qiubao came to get the couplet, and the red paper was still there. After all, Li Qiubao was weak and tried to ask, "Sir, my Spring Festival couplets ..." Sun Xiucai said urgently, "Li Qiubao, last time you begged me to write you a package, didn't we change the price difference? How about we make another change today? " Li Qiubao didn't know Sun Xiucai's intention and stammered, "What's the difference?" "It's your turn to help me pick up dung!" "Isn't there no dung in your toilet?" Sun Xiucai asked slowly, "Since you helped me pick up all the feces in the toilet, why can't my food grow as well as yours?"

When Li Qiubao saw that the incident was exposed, although he was ashamed, he did not completely admit defeat: "Sir, this shit is my fault, I admit it, but how did you write me a package?" Sun Niangzi, who was coming out of the room, heard this and quickly stepped forward to help Sun Xiucai: "Didn't this bag be changed to your parents' names later? "

Sun Niangzi's words don't matter. Instead, Li Qiubao caught him. He pointed to Sun Xiucai and said, "Come to my house and get my bag back. I really thought you missed the auspicious day of turning money into wealth. I didn't expect you didn't write my parents' names. You bullied me into being illiterate, didn't you? "As he spoke, he went to get his red paper and shouted," Don't write this Spring Festival couplets, lest they be offered to your ancestors in my shrine. "

Sun Xiucai didn't expect his wife to mess things up at the critical moment. He was afraid that Li Qiubao would publicize the matter, so he grabbed it and begged, "Stop yelling and let's call it even, okay?" I'll write you Spring Festival couplets, choose the best, and don't want your' introduction ceremony'. "Sun Niangzi understood and advised her. Finally, Li Qiubao had to forgive others and let go.

Sun Xiucai did as he said. After writing the Spring Festival couplets, Li Qiubao really took away the "introduction ceremony" he had brought before. But after Li Qiubao came home, he also picked up a pole and stirred up a dung bucket, picked up the dung in his own pit and spilled it all over Sun Xiucai's garden.