Chapter 57 56. Whoever gets angry loses

A poor man had three sons: one named Giovanni, another named Fiore, and another named Pirolu.He fell ill, called his sons to their beds, and said: 'My children, you can see for yourselves that I am dying.What I can leave to you is the money I have accumulated from my hard work all my life. I will divide it into three equal parts, and each of you will get one part. Let's find a way to live on this money. "As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh and passed away. The children were devastated. Their poor father passed away forever. Each of the three sons took a bag of money.But Giovanni the elder said: 'Brothers, we cannot live unless we go to work.The money we have on hand will not be used up all the time.In the end, we will be begging for nothing.The three of us have to go out first to find some work. The second child, Fiore, agreed with his brother and said, "You are right.I'll go out first by myself and see what I can find. ' The next morning, he got up, washed and polished his boots, put a bag of money on his shoulders, hugged and said goodbye to his brother and brother, and set off.

He wandered around all day, passing a church in the evening past the high priest for a breath of fresh air outside. 'Good evening, Father,' said Fiore, saluting him with his hat off. 'Good evening, lad.where are you going?' 'Roam the world, make a living. ' 'What's in your bag?' 'A share of the money my poor father left me. " "Would you like to come to my house and work?" "willing." "I tell you, I have a share, too. If you work for me, we'll make a condition: Whoever loses his temper loses his share.'

Fiore accepted the condition.So the high priest took him out into the field, showed him the field that was to be plowed the next day, and said, "When you start working, you don't have to run around to eat breakfast and lunch, so as not to waste it." Time. I'll send you food.' 'You figure it out, Father,' replied Fiore.Then they sat down to dinner, and after dinner they talked for a while, and an old maid took Fiore to her room to rest. ' As soon as it was light the next day, Fiore got up and went to dig the field that the high priest had mentioned the night before.He worked until breakfast time, stopped what he was doing, and waited for the food delivery person to arrive.But when no one came, Fiore was disappointed and cursed.When the time for breakfast passed, he took up his shovel again, and resumed his work hungrily, looking forward to lunch.At last it was lunch time, and Fiore kept his eyes on the road to see if anyone was coming.Every time someone came towards him, he thought it must be a servant of the high priest's family, so he cheered up, but when he got closer, it turned out to be someone else.Fiore burst into curses.

At about dusk, the old maid finally arrived, and she gave a lot of reasons: she said she was busy with laundry and couldn't come earlier, and other nonsense.In spite of Fiore's tantrums and harsh words, he was patient so as not to lose his share to the priest.He reached into the basket the maid had brought and pulled out a jug and a bottle.Fiore tried to open the jar, but the lid seemed glued to the jar and wouldn't open at all.He swears and throws the jar and its contents away. 'We seal the jars tightly,' said the old maid nonchalantly, 'so the flies can't get in, don't you understand?'

Fiore grabbed the bottle again, but it was also tightly sealed.He cursed so loudly that he could wake the dead.He said to the maid: "Go away! Go back and tell the high priest, I will scold him when I go back! Let him understand whether this is the way to treat people!" The maid returned to the church, and the high priest was waiting for her at the door. 'How's the situation? How's the situation?' "Very well, Father, wonderful! He is mad with rage!" After a while, Fiore came back, his face stretched so long that he could wear a bridle.As soon as he entered, he began to curse at the high priest.

'Have you forgotten the conditions we set?' said the high priest, 'whoever gets angry first loses money!' "To hell with that money!" Fiore yelled.He packed his bags and left without his money.The high priest and the two servants laughed so hard that they burst into tears. Fiore was starving, tired and angry, and had to go home.When he was almost home, his older brother and younger brother were looking out the window.As soon as they saw his expression, they immediately saw that the situation of his going out this time was not good. After eating and drinking enough, Fiore told her brother and younger brother what had happened.Giovanni said, 'I'll bet if I go I'll not only bring back my money untouched, but the priest's and yours too.Tell me where he lives, and wait patiently at home. "

So Giovanni went to the high priest.But when he was hungry and thirsty, it was the goddam pots and bottles that made him so mad that if he had ten bags of money he would lose it all.He came home hungry and angry like a bear. The youngest, Pirolu, is the smartest of the three brothers.He said: "Brother, brother, let me go. I guarantee that I will get all your money back, and I will also get the high priest's money, and I will not give him a cent." The two brothers were reluctant at first. Let him go, for fear of losing the last share of money left by his father, but Pirolu begged repeatedly, and the two brothers finally agreed.

Pirolu went to the high priest's house and worked for him.As in the past, they set the conditions, and the high priest also agreed: "I have three bags of money, all-in, and I will bet on your bag." They sat down to dinner, and Pirolu wisely stuffed some money into his pockets. Bread, meat, ham, and even cheese. The next morning, when the sun was still out, Pirolu went to work in the fields.Naturally, no one brought him food at breakfast, so he took out his bread and cheese and ate.Then he walked up to a farmhouse, explained that he was working for the high priest, and wanted to ask for some wine.The farmer and his family were very surprised by Pirolu's arrival, and asked if the high priest was healthy.They chatted for a while, and then took Pirolu to the cellar, where they scooped him a large bowl of fine wine, enough for him to drink all morning.He thanked the family again and again, promised to visit again, and went back to work in good spirits.At lunchtime no one came, but Pirolu ate bread, ham, and the meat left over from breakfast.He went to the farmer again to beg for wine and went back to the field humming a little tune.At dusk, a small woman came to the road in the distance. It turned out that the old maid of the high priest brought food.At this time, Pirolu actually sang!

"Uh, boy, I'm sorry I'm late...' 'Cough, don't take it to heart! ' said Pirolu, 'it's never too late to eat. " Hearing these words, the maid froze.After a while, she took the sealed jar out of the basket.Pirolu laughed out loud when he saw the pot, and said, "Hey, you clever ghosts, seal the mouth of the pot so that the flies can't fly in!" He pried open the lid of the pot with a hoe and drank the soup inside.Then, he picked up the bottle, knocked off the top of the bottle with a hoe, and drank up the wine inside.After drinking and eating, he said to the old maid: "You go back first. I will go home after I finish my work. Please thank the high priest for me, he is really thoughtful."

The high priest warmly welcomes the old maid back and asks: 'Hi, how is it going?' "It's not a good thing. The lad is as happy as a canary bird." 'Just wait and see,' said the High Priest, 'he will change his tune. " Pirolu returned to the church and had dinner with the high priest.During the meal, Pirolu kept joking with the two servants, while the high priest sat there trembling. 'What kind of work do you arrange for me tomorrow? " Pirolu asked. "Listen," said the High Priest, "I have a hundred pigs; drive me to the fair and sell them.'

In the morning of the next day, Pirolu drove a hundred pigs to the market, and sold them all when he met a buyer, leaving only one sow the size of a cow.Before selling the pigs, he cut off all the tails of the pigs, so that he left the market with ninety-nine pig tails.Pirolu now had the pig money in his pocket and was walking back.He stopped in a field along the road, dug countless small pits with a trowel, and then planted pig tails into the small pits, leaving only the tip of the tail exposed on the ground.Then he dug a big hole and buried the sow, with the tip of her tail sticking out of the soil.After they were all buried, he let go of his throat and shouted: 'Mr Remando, come here quickly, You pig, you're going to hell! They rushed to the deep ground, All you can see is the pig's tail!" The high priest looked out of the window, and Pirolu anxiously gestured to him to come out.The high priest hurried over. "Who has ever encountered such a bad thing? I drove the pigs here, and suddenly found them going down, and watched them go down! Look, the pigs are gone, only the tail is exposed! No need Say, they're going down to hell! Come on, let me try, can I pull out at least a few of them!' The high priest began to drag his tail outwards, but ended up with a bunch of pig tails in his hand.Pirolu grabbed the sow by the tail, dragged, dragged, dragged the whole pig out, it was still alive, howling like a demon. The high priest was so angry that he was about to jump around, but when he thought about gambling, he suppressed his anger, pretended not to care, and said, "Forget it, there is nothing we can do, so we have to do this. Disaster is inevitable." On the way home, he rubbed his hands angrily. That night, Pirolu asked as usual: "What work do you want me to do tomorrow?" "Take my hundred sheep to the market and sell them," the high priest replied, "but I don't want this to happen again." "Oh, how can it be!" said Pirolu, "We will never have that kind of misfortune again." " The next day, he drove the sheep to the market, and sold them all to a merchant except for one lame sheep.He pocketed the money and headed home.Walking to the field where the pig's tail was buried the day before, he lifted a long ladder that was laid flat on the ground, leaned it against a poplar tree, and carried the lame sheep up the tree. tied to the top of the tree.After everything was arranged, Pirolu got down from the tree, put away the ladder, let go of his throat and shouted: "Mr. Remando, run quickly, Your sheep, fly to the sky! Only one lame sheep remained, Standing high on the top of the poplar tree! ' The high priest rushed over, and Pirolu untied the stalk and said to him: "I drove the flock here, and suddenly saw them jumping and flying to the sky, maybe God called them to heaven, only the poor lame leg The sheep didn't go and stayed on top of the tree." The high priest's face turned red like a carrot, but he still tried his best to pretend he didn't care, and said, "I have no choice but to admit that I am unlucky, disasters are always inevitable..." During dinner, Pirolu asked what he had to do the next day, and the high priest said, "My child, what is there for you to do?"Tomorrow morning, I will go to a nearby parish to preside over mass, so you come with me and serve me at mass. " The next morning, Pirolu got up early and polished the high priest's boots. Then, he changed into a white shirt, washed his face, and went to wake his master.They leave home together.But just as we were on the road, it started to rain.The high priest ordered: "Go back and bring me a pair of wooden clogs. These are good shoes that I wear when I preside over the mass. I don't want them to get muddy. I'll wait for you under the tree with an umbrella." Pirolu ran back to the church and said to the two maids, "Quick, where are you? The priest told me to kiss you." "Kiss us? Are you crazy? The High Priest would say such a thing?!" 'Yes, he told me to kiss you both! If you don't believe me, I'll let him tell you himself!" He went to the window and called out to the high priest who was waiting outside: "Father, one or two?" "Hey, of course it's a pair!" The high priest replied loudly, "A pair!" 'Did you hear that?'" Pirolu said, kissing each of the two maids. Then, he picked up the clogs and ran back to the high priest. The high priest asked him, "How can I wear a clog? ' When the high priest returned to the church after mass, he found the two maids with sullen faces, and asked, "What's the matter?" "What's the matter? You're so good at asking! How dare you order that young man to do that! If we hadn't heard it with our own ears, we would never have believed you said such a thing!" They told me about the kiss high priest. "I can bear it no longer!" said the High Priest, "and I must dismiss him at once.' "But," the two maids reminded him, "the cuckoo hasn't crowed yet, and it's a rule not to dismiss a worker.' "Then, let's pretend to be the sound of a cuckoo." He called Pirolu to him and said, "Hey, I don't have much work for you. Go home. I wish you a safe journey!" "Why?" Pirolu retorted, "You know very well that I cannot be driven away until the cuckoo crows." "Well, that's perfectly fair, let's just wait for the cuckoo!" The old maid killed some chickens, plucked the feathers, and sewed them on to a waistcoat and breeches worn by the high priest.That night, she put on her waistcoat and breeches, covered herself with feathers, climbed up to the roof, and cried like a cuckoo: "Coo-coo! Coo-coo!" At this time, Pirolu was having dinner with the high priest. "Alas," said the High Priest joyfully, "I do hear the cuckoo." 'Oh, that's impossible,' said Pirolu. 'It's only the beginning of March, and the cuckoo won't sing until May.' However, it cannot be denied that the cuckoo was indeed crying: "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" Pirolu ran to the high priest's bed, took off the shotgun hanging behind the bed, opened the window, and was screaming towards the roof. The big bird takes aim. 'Don't shoot! Don't shoot! "The high priest shouted loudly, but Pirolu pulled the trigger a few times. The maid, covered in feathers, was shot and rolled off the roof. Now, the High Priest's eyes were burning with anger. "Pirolu, get out, and don't come to me again!" "Oh, Father, are you angry?" "Of course, I'm pissed!" 'Okay, give me those three bags of money, and I'll go. ' In this way, when Pirolu returned home, he brought four bags of money, plus the money from the previous two sales of pigs and sheep.He gave them back the money of his two brothers, opened a men's clothing store with his own money, got married, and lived happily ever after.