Chapter 195 Chapter Forty-Six

How the Imp Betrayed the Farmer on Anti-Pope Island In the middle of July, the devil came to the farmer with a team of little devils who were helping him, and said to him: "Well, country boy, what's going on now that I'm gone? Is it time for the harvest?" "Yes," replied the farmer. So the farmer led the whole family to cut the wheat.The little devil then pulled Magen out from the ground.Farmers threshed the wheat on the spot, removed the chaff, packed it into bags, and sold it in the market.And the little devil, following his example, followed the farmers to the market, and sat there waiting to sell his grain.The farmer's wheat sold well, and the money from the sale filled an old half-boot he wore at his side.The little devil didn't sell anything, instead, he was ridiculed by the farmers in the market.

After the market was closed, the devil said to the farmer: "You country guy, this time I was fooled by you, and you will never be able to fool me again next time." The farmer said: "Master Ghost, you choose first, how can I lie to you? You thought you lied to me when you made the choice. You hope that nothing will grow on the ground, and I will get nothing. All the grain in the field is yours, and you think you're going to trick every poor, hypocrite, or miser into your trap. I tell you, you're a rookie in this trade. You see, the grains of wheat planted in the ground have long since rotted, and it is precisely because of the rot that the new wheat that you saw me selling just now grows.You can only blame yourself for not choosing the right one.It is for this that you are cursed in the Bible. "

"Let's not talk about that," said the Devil, "what will you plant next year?" The farmer said: "If you want to have a good harvest, it is best to grow radishes." "Well," said the devil, "you are honest! Just grow radishes, and I will not let it have bad weather or hail. But only one, this time I will grow it on the ground, and you will grow it. It's underground. Do it, country guy, do it! I'm going to lure the heretics; their souls are delicious when roasted; Master Lucifer is having a stomachache, just let him take a bite of something hot."

Harvest time came, and the devil came here again with a team of little devils who waited on him.After meeting the farmer and his family, he began to harvest radish leaves.After cutting, the farmer digs out the big radishes that have grown in the ground and puts them in bags.They went to the market again together.The radishes of the farmers are selling very well again.The devil still didn't make a move, and what's worse, someone laughed at him in public again. "I see clearly, country boy," said the devil, "that you have been tricked again. I want you and me to make things clear about the land. We will make a contract, and we will fight each other, and the difference between the two Whoever loses first will forfeit his share of the harvest. Both will go to the victor. Eight days will be fixed. That's it, redneck, don't you think I'm like the devil in arresting you! I'm going now Seduce bailiffs, picketers, notaries, liars, corrupt people, but they have already sent their spokespersons to tell me that they are all under my control. Lucifer doesn't like these people very much If you don’t add more spices, you usually return them to the kitchen handyman to wash them again. It’s not that scholars’ souls are best for breakfast, lawyers’ souls for lunch, and brewers’ souls for dessert The soul is the best, the businessman’s soul is the best for dinner, the maid’s soul is the best for supper, and any meal, is it not as good as the priest’s soul? Yes, it is true; The cold dish of the meal always comes first with the souls of the two priests.

And breakfast is often the soul of a scholar.But (unfortunately!) I don't know what's wrong with them, but for some years now they've mixed up the studies with the Bible, so the devil can't catch even one.I believe that if it were not for the help of hypocrites who used various methods of intimidation, scolding, coercion, coercion, and even burning to take St. Paul away from them, we would hardly have anything to eat. "As for the Mr. Knife and Pen who distorts the law, the robber who does not kill the poor and is not rich, Lucifer eats it often and never lacks it. However, he always gets annoyed when he eats the same thing all the time. At a conference, he once said , it would be nice to get a hypocrite who forgot to ask the listener to pray for him during the lecture, and whoever can catch one for him on the spot, he promises to pay double the reward and add another gift. We all dispatched I searched, but found nothing, because there is no one who does not persuade those noble ladies to think of the convent.

"Snack in the afternoon, he has given up since he got the colic, which was caused by his cook, master, fire, and meat cook, after he was seriously insulted in the northern countries. Only supper, eat I am very proud of those businessmen, usurers, pharmacists, swindlers, counterfeiters, and people who pass bad money off as good. Sometimes when I am in good spirits, I will eat a few maids for supper, and they drink enough He drank the master's wine and poured the stinky water into the barrel. "Do it, peasant, do it! I'll seduce the scholars of Trebizond, tell them to abandon their parents, to abandon the laws of life, to disobey the king's orders, to be absolutely free, to despise everything, to care nothing, and to Put on a poetic chaste hat③, and turn yourself into a priestly nobleman④."

① Refers to the expulsion of priests from England by Henry VIII, Edward VI and other Nordic countries. ② Trebizond: The name of the city along the Black Sea in Turkey, which was the capital of Trebizond in Greece in the Middle Ages. ③ Refers to joining a church to practice Taoism and wearing a priest's turban.It originally refers to a kind of female monks in the Netherlands. They do not make vows when they join the church. They can live alone in the monastery and move freely. They wear a kind of big hat to prevent others from seeing their faces. ④ The author deliberately ridiculed the Benedictine monks. They often put the word Dom ("Don") in front of their names, which is like a symbol of nobility. In fact, Dom comes from Dominus and has no nobility meaning.