If you tell a story like this-golden axe, silver axe, iron axe.

Deep in the mountains, the stream gurgles. A farmer wears a hat and carries a bundle of firewood. He snorted and turned to the foot of the mountain. He stepped on the pebbles protruding from the stream and crossed the winding stream flexibly. Unexpectedly, people and firewood fell into the water with a splash when their feet slipped. The cool stream wetted most of the clothes. The farmer stood up with a big stone in his left hand. When he moved, the water in his clothes flowed down and walked to the other side with a straight face. Arriving at the shore, the farmer found a relatively clean place to put down the firewood, sat down on the spot and wrung out the wet clothes. He was so busy that he touched the iron axe pinned to his waist.

At this time, a bright light flashed, and after the farmer's eyes turned white, an old man with kind eyes and white clothes stood in front of him. Miraculously, the old man stood in the stream and still saw his clothes flying without water stains. The old man approached the farmer and asked, "But what are you looking for?"

"The boy happened to pass by this river, accidentally fell down, and the iron axe at his waist was gone. Can Daxian help the boy on the floor? " The farmer squatted in the stream, looked up at the old man and said sincerely.

"Oh, I lost my axe." The old man stroked his beard slowly and waved his hand. Three axes suddenly appeared in front of the farmer. One is a golden axe, the other is a silver axe, and the other is an iron axe. Then the old man asked the farmer, "Which axe did you lose?"

As soon as the farmer's eyes lit up, he quickly changed his posture and knelt on the stone respectfully. "Daxian is in the building, please worship the boy." He bowed three times to the old man and continued humbly, "This is the iron axe that the boy just threw in the river."

The old man smiled kindly and said, "You are an honest man with sincere words. In this case, the gods will not teach you to suffer. You can take the golden axe as a gift from the fairy. "

As soon as the farmer stayed, he quickly said, "thank you for your kindness, but the boy just wants to find his own iron axe." Fairy can't afford such an expensive gift. "

"You are pedantic, boy. What do you want with this iron axe? Take this golden axe and go home and live a happy life. "

Daxian, this is not true. The boy lives by chopping wood and hunting. You took my iron axe. What can I do for a living in the future? "

"Ignorance, you will buy a yard with a golden axe, but you can ask someone to cut wood for you, hunt for you and work for you. Just take your wife and children to play. Isn't it more comfortable than working hard for a living all day? "

The farmer knelt tired or simply sat in the stream and said, "My wife and I built the house at the foot of the mountain. It's not big, but everything in it is from my hand. Besides, my boy goes up the mountain to cut wood and hunt every day. If he has extra money, he can buy some money. If it rains, he sits comfortably at home, cleans up the housework with his wife, and then goes to school to pick up the little boy. Life is comfortable and carefree. As Daxian said, the boy will no longer need to cut wood and hunt, and he will no longer need to work and take care of himself. He can live in a luxurious big house in the city and wear gold and silver, but he will do nothing all day. What should boys do to pass the time? "

The old man hated the angry beard of iron and turned to one side. "Stupid, don't know pleasure, there are endless things to play, luxury, pleasure. How can these pursuits be endless? How can there be nothing to do! "

"Such a boy is even more puzzled. The existing money is not enough to have fun in the future, and it will take energy to intrigue for fame and fortune. As Daxian said, the boy changed from a lumberjack to a money collector. After all, the latte axe is chopping wood; Holding a golden axe is like chopping people; Boys can't do such a thing, can't do it. Moreover, in the long run, nothing will cause trouble, and there is no peace and happiness at home. How can it be comfortable and carefree? "

"So, you don't envy wealth and fame, and you don't like luxury. You just want to live a quiet and happy life, "said the old man." "Since you don't want a golden axe, you don't even want an iron axe." While speaking, the old man waved his hand and the three axes in front of the farmer disappeared without a trace. The farmer jumped up from his sitting position and his face changed. He is no longer just calm. He said eagerly, "Immortals shouldn't be like this. They shouldn't be like this. The boy didn't offend the fairy. Why do immortals and boys have a hard time? "

"That's it, what can you do?"

The farmer stood in the rolling stream, bowed his head and looked up at the old man and said, "I will stir your river here until I get my axe back."

"How can you stand up to me with a mortal?" The old man said he was happy to sit on a stone in a nearby stream. When he sat down, the stream parted and avoided the stone, exposing the dry stone surface. "You just said, you have a family, a wife and children, just for an axe to leave them? What's more, since I have no peace, I hope they have no peace. So, do you want to try? "

For a long time, the farmer remained silent, staring straight at the stream and waiting for a while. The old man was probably impatient with waiting. He fingered the fish in the stream and said, "If you had just chosen the golden axe, you wouldn't be in this situation now."

I don't know how long it took, but the farmer suddenly turned and left the stream, went to the firewood he had put aside before and picked it up. Seeing the farmer's behavior, the old man froze and stopped him loudly. "You don't want your axe!" "

The farmer packed his clothes with firewood on his back, turned to look at the old man and said solemnly, "No."

"Don't cut wood?" "I'll make a new axe."

Seeing that the farmer was leaving, the old man jumped up from the stone. "Even if you do it again, I have a way to make you fail."

The farmer stood in surprise. "If so, I will go home and tell my wife and children that I can't rely on them any more. I have to do something, something I can't escape. I will also tell my child that I can't participate in his later life, but remember, I must be an upright person in my life. " Then, "the farmer turned to the old man step by step, stopped by the river and said," I will spend the rest of my life here with you. Compared with the immortal, my life is short, but even in my short time, I will be here to tell the story to everyone passing by, even if those people regard me as a crazy devil. If they are afraid of me and stop setting foot here, they will achieve my goal until one day I take it.

The old man was stunned by the farmer's eyes and momentum at the moment. It is incredible why such a weak human being showed such an aura. Unbelievable! Another dazzling white light flashed, and the farmer blocked his eyes with his arm. When everything was calm, he opened his eyes again and there was an axe at his feet. That was his axe. The farmer bowed in the direction where the old man had just disappeared, then picked up the iron axe on the ground and pinned it to his waist, and continued to hum a tune and walked slowly down the hill.