There was a fool, and his daughter-in-law spun a lot of cotton, and told him to go to his father-in-law's house to borrow a loom to weave cloth, and the fool went. When he arrived at his father-in-law's house, his mother-in-law asked him, "What are you here for?"
The fool said, "Chance, chance."
His mother-in-law caught an old hen for him.
The fool said, "Not this chicken." Not this chicken. ”
My mother-in-law asked, "What is your daughter-in-law doing at home now?"
The fool learned to spin cotton from his daughter-in-law and said, "He screwed that cart."
And his mother-in-law understood, "Oh, this is asking him to take on the loom." So he found a flat burden and told him to bear it.
Halfway down the road, the loom pressed against his shoulders. He stopped and looked at it and said, "Good you loom, you have four legs and you can't walk, and the man who told me to carry you on two legs, now you have to drive me."
When he was done, he sat down on the loom and whipped it with a branch, "Go fast, go fast." After shouting for half a day, and seeing no movement, he was so angry that he threw down the loom and returned home by himself.
When I got home, my daughter-in-law asked, "What about the loom you borrowed?"
The fool exhaled and said, "It doesn't walk on four legs, but it tells me to carry it on two legs, and I get angry and throw it halfway."
His daughter-in-law sighed and said, "I'll put the paste on the pot, you can cook the pot." I went to carry the paper cloth machine back. ”
The fool burned the pot, and when the pot opened, "fluttering, fluttering, popping," he listened, and he said, "Good boy, you dare to scold me."
As he spoke, he opened the pot, and the heat in the pot booed him for a moment, and he cried out in pain, scolding: "Good boy, you still dare to bite me."
He ran out, grabbed a big stone, smashed the pot into a big hole, and the soup in the pot flowed out of the mouth of the pot stove, and he cried out loudly: "Let's all come and see, let's all see, the pot is thin, the pot is thin,