Folk stories, childhood in memory

I heard many folk stories when I was a child. At that time, people liked to sit together after dinner and talk about their parents' shortcomings. Children like to cry and listen to stories around adults!

Tell a story about scorpion essence. Very old. The exact time is unknown. One family is extremely poor. Father lives alone in the deep mountains. In the past few years, he has been able to eat by some wild things. In recent years, somehow, he has gone from bad to worse. He didn't eat for a day, and the days passed by. He watched his life getting poorer and poorer, and his father was in a hurry.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, my father mercilessly killed the only old hen in the family, thinking of cooking a pot of chicken soup quickly, so at least I can not have a holiday.

The old hen has been cooking for several days, and the bone Hwa-Sung Do has a pot of meat sauce. You can smell that delicious taste from a distance!

Seeing that the soup was cooked, the child didn't know where the soup had gone. The father filled a bowl and called the child's name. He was walking when he stumbled and accidentally spilled a bowl of chicken soup on the road. The chicken soup has been boiled for several days and has turned to paste. There is no need to save it!

My father was so distressed that he burst into tears. After waiting for a while, his son disappeared and he had to go back. My son finally came back at dawn the next day!

On entering the door, my son was in high spirits with pork and rice noodles in his hand. Father is confused. It turned out that the son accidentally discovered that the chicken soup sprinkled on his father's road was surrounded by a nest of scorpions at dawn and ate it all. Without much thought, my son took all the scorpions, took them to the market for some money and bought rice noodles and pork!

The father and son had a brainwave, only then did they know that the scorpion also liked to drink old hen soup, and from then on, they slowly embarked on the road to wealth by relying on old hen soup!

For several years, there are fewer and fewer scorpions on the mountain! Besides, on this day, I just sprinkled chicken soup and sat waiting for the scorpion to bite. Spring and Autumn fell asleep in a daze. Father dreamed of an old man with a white beard and said he would get back at him. He was awakened in a dream!

It turns out that my son caught a scorpion the size of a fist. This scorpion looks a certain age, with a black body and a sharp and bright cold light. It's the first time to see him grow so big!

Remembering the dream he had just had, the father earnestly advised his son not to hit scorpions again. I'm afraid this scorpion is unusual and wants to get back at us. Let's run for our lives. On the surface, the son promised, lied that he wanted to solve the problem, let his father go first, secretly caught the scorpion the size of a fist and put it in a porcelain jar, which might fetch a good price!

The father didn't know his son's behavior, but simply cleaned up, took his son down the mountain overnight and found a hotel to stay.

After several days of idleness, my father gradually calmed down. On this day, I happened to meet a fortune teller on the road. The fortune teller is old and his hair is gray, but he always looks a little strange, a bit like the old man with white beard in the dream!

The father didn't trust him, so he tried to persuade his son to stand for election. He grabbed the old man and said he wanted to tell a fortune, but his son didn't dare to be careless. What happened these days is really strange. It was clear that the scorpion the size of a fist had been sealed, but suddenly it disappeared. He bought a fast horse, ran a hundred miles away and hid!

In addition, the fortune teller tried to kill his father in the inn, but he was old and had just drunk too much hen soup, so he was a little lazy and sleepy. That boy caught him!

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer disciples and grandchildren in these years, they have all been arrested by this father. I don't want revenge!

As soon as the son's front foot arrived, the scorpion turned into an old man with a white beard and followed closely. There is no escape. The son told the shopkeeper about the situation and hid in a jar one person high in the yard. The cylinder was put upside down by several people, and a piece of wood was placed in an inconspicuous position to ensure air circulation. Scorpion spirit followed, found it at a glance, pretended to buy a jar, jumped to the bottom of the jar and said that he would try the quality of the jar!

Later, I found a reason to push it away! Several people in the shop joined forces to rescue the man, only to find that he was dead. There was a hole in the bottom of the cylinder, which went straight through his son's head and died on the spot. Father was not much better. He was stabbed by scorpion essence and died halfway. Father and son were killed like this!