Boy, I'm in the east of the mountain. If you have the ability, come quickly! The shouts of foxes came from the east of the mountain.

The hunter ran towards the east of the mountain with his arrows and bows. When he arrived at the east of the mountain, the fox shouted again from Beishan: Hey, I'm in Beishan, come quickly!

The hunter took the bow and ran towards the North Mountain again.

The fox shouted in the West Mountain: You guy is running fast enough. Come on, I'm in the West Mountain!

For several days, the hunter and the fox were circling the mountain, exhausted him.

That day, he dragged his tired body and returned home listlessly. Seeing him like this, his father asked: What's wrong with you?

The hunter told his father about the fox.

After hearing this, my father said: To deal with such cunning things, you must think of a clever plan.

One day, before dawn, the hunter put on his makeup and walked past Santai Mountain with a donkey.

The pockets on the donkey's back were cooked red dates, which exuded an attractive fragrance. Smelling the scent of dates, the fox couldn't help but follow the donkey.

There is a small hole in the pocket, and dates are constantly falling out of the pocket.

The fox thought happily: He is such a careless person, he doesn’t know if his pocket is rotten. I should be blessed today!

The fox thought again: I must be careful if it was a hunter's plan. The fox hesitated.

But the fragrance of dates rushed over and the fox drooled. It caught up with the date dealer and looked carefully. It saw the date dealer with a black face and bearded, walking while eating the date dealer.

The fox was relieved now because the hunter was a handsome young man with a clean face. It couldn't help but laugh at itself for being too careless.

The fox ate the dates with confidence, and after a while, it had a full meal.

Suddenly the fox felt a stomachache, and it said regretfully: I was fooled!

At this time, it was already dawn, and the hunter came to the fox and said: Hello, you still lost.

When the fox saw the hunter, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: Even if I die, I will never let you get anything! As he said that, the fox used its claws to tear it off to his body and destroyed its precious fur.

Once upon a time, a fortune teller had a simple business and a hard life, and was still a bachelor at the age of thirty.

One day, a woman came to tell fortunes. The woman looked in her twenties and was quite beautiful.

As soon as she entered the door, she cried and said that her husband was not good to her, and she would beat her up early and scold her at night. She wanted to come and ask when will this hard life end?

The fortune teller looked at the woman and said: Those who don’t have a wife miss her, and those who have a wife beat her. If I have a wife like you, it would be too late to be happy.

The woman laughed and said: Then I'll marry you.

The fortune teller didn't believe it after hearing this.

The woman said again: Tell you, I am here to find my husband today. If you like me, I will stay. If you don’t like me, I will leave. After that, I will stand up and leave.

The fortune teller was not willing to let go of this woman, so he immediately left her to become a husband and wife.

One day, the woman said to her husband: Do you want to get rich?

The fortune teller said: Why don’t you want to get rich? It’s just that I don’t have the ability.

My wife said: Let me tell you the truth, I am a vixen. As long as you are not ungrateful, I will help you make money.

From then on, the vixen had to go out for an hour every night, and brought a lot of coins every time they came back.

The fortune teller bought land and built a house, had food and clothing, and stopped telling fortunes.

The vixen lived with him wholeheartedly and gave birth to nine sons in succession.

The vixen raised their nine sons, built houses for them, and married a wife.

The fortune teller's family has become a big family.

Later, the fortune teller grew older and the vixen was not old at all, and was still young and beautiful.

The fortune teller thought, if he died, would the vixen move away all the things in the house?

If this vixen has the ability to move things, he will definitely have a way to move them away.

The more he thought about it, the more he became more worried, so he decided to kill the vixen while he was still healthy.

But the vixen is quite capable, what method should we use?

One night, the vixen went out again, and soon, he came back in a panic.

She said: There is a wealthy family in the village in front of me. There are so many jade artifacts and coins in the house. I didn’t know that there was a statue of a god hanging in front of the hall. I just took a jade plate and wanted to leave. The god chased me out. I ran away with a throw of my jade plate. Fortunately, I ran fast.

The fortune teller was quite happy when he heard this. It turned out that the fox spirit was afraid of the gods. He asked: Where was the jade plate thrown?

The vixen said: Throw it in the wall.

A few days later, the fortune teller started his old business again and came to Qiancun, a wealthy family.

The family was busy with the loss of a jade plate, and when they saw the fortune teller, they hurriedly invited him in.

When he entered the door, he saw that there was a statue of a god in the room.

He said to the master: If you find the jade plate, give me this statue of the god. The master immediately agreed.

The fortune teller pretended to do a fortune teller and said: The jade plate is in the wall hall.

The owner quickly unpacked the wall and found the jade plate.

The fortune teller brought the statue of the god back home. At night, when the vixen went out, he quickly hung the statue of the god on the gate.

The vixen stole something and came back without any warning. He hit the gods head-on and was killed.

The vixen died and her ghost was still dispersed. She knew that the fortune teller was intentionally harming her and decided to take revenge.

That spring, the fortune teller took his children and grandchildren and hired several boats to return home to worship his ancestors and visit the graves. The ghost of the vixen also went there.

When the boat arrived halfway, suddenly the wind and waves broke out, overturning the boat, and all the people in the boat fell into the water and drowned. Only when the fortune teller crawled and struggled to the shore, he survived.

From then on, he was alone and still lived a poor life by fortune-telling.

There was a young man named Sheep who lived alone without support.

One day, he was pumping firewood on the mountain and met a group of children, catching a little fox cub.

The fox cub has golden fur and a pair of black eyes, which is quite adorable.

The Shepherd asked: Where did you catch it?

The children pointed to the hole halfway up the mountain and said: It's by the hole.

The Shepherd asked again: It is so big, what's the use of catching it?

The children said: Make a fur coat with skin.

The Shepherd said: It's too small and not useful, sell it to me!

He bought the little fox cub, rubbed its hair with his hands, and carried it to the entrance of the cave halfway up the mountain, saying: Don’t run around anymore, go back to the cave to cultivate immortality!

The fox cub returned to the cave, and the old fox was crying. It wiped its tears, hugged the little fox cub in its arms, and said: I saw that you were caught by someone, but I wondered if you would not come back.

The little fox cub said: A young man saved me, otherwise I would be stripped of the children and made into a fur coat.

The old fox said: Our fox family has always been grateful. Go and see that young man. If he is very lonely and difficult, you can help him!

The little fox cub was already thinking that the young man was good, so he was so happy that he said: Yes, I'm going.

The little fox cub came out of the fox hole and saw the sheep walking up the mountain with a rope on his back and holding an axe in his hand. It rolled on the spot and turned into a girl and followed him.

When the Shepherd looked back, his face blushed to his neck and did not dare to speak.

The girl took a few steps and caught up with him and asked: Brother, where are you going?

The Shepherd didn't dare to look at her, and said: I'll go up the mountain to collect firewood.

What to do when harvesting firewood?

Half sold, half burned.

Who should I sell it to and who should I burn it?
Chapter completed!