Once upon a time, there was a fisherman. He and his wife lived in a dirty little fishing house by the sea. The fisherman went fishing every day, and he kept fishing and fishing. He didn't want to rest. One day, he sat on the seaside with his fishing rod.
, looking at the clear sea water, he just looked and looked at it, sitting there in a daze.
Suddenly, the fishing hook sank suddenly, very deep, almost to the bottom of the sea. When he pulled the fishing hook up, he found that he had caught a big flounder. Unexpectedly, the flounder actually said to him: "Listen.
Well, fisherman, I beg you to let me live. I am not a flounder, I am an enchanted prince. If you kill me, what good will it do you? My flesh will not do you any harm.
Taste. Please put me back into the water and let me swim away."
"Hey," the fisherman said, "you don't have to talk so much. How could I keep a talking flounder?" With that, he put the flounder back into the clear water. The flounder immediately swam away, behind him
A long trail of blood was left. Then the fisherman returned to his hut and walked to his wife's side.
"Hey, boss," his wife asked, "did you catch nothing today?"
"Caught it," he answered. "Well, I caught a flounder, but he said he was an enchanted prince, so I let him go."
"Didn't you mention any wishes?" asked the wife.
"No," the husband replied, "what wish should I wish for?" "Well," said the wife, "it is really hard to live in a dirty little house like ours. You should wish for a beautiful house."
A small villa. Go and tell him that we want a small villa, and I'm sure he will fulfill our wish."
"But," said the husband, "how can I go there?"
"Oh," said the wife, "you caught him and let him go. He will definitely fulfill our wishes, so go quickly."
The fisherman still didn't want to go, but he didn't want to make his wife angry, so he went to the beach.
When he came to the beach, the water was green and yellow, and it was not as calm as before. He walked over, stood on the shore and said:
"Flounder, you are in the sea,
Please listen to me carefully,
I caught you and let you go without mentioning your wish,
My wife is unforgiving and unyielding about this."
Sure enough, the flounder swam toward him and asked, "What does she want?" "Hey," the fisherman said, "I caught you just now, and my wife said I should make you a wish. She
She no longer wants to live in that small house, she wants a small villa."
"Go back," said Flounder, "she has a little villa already."
The fisherman then went home. His wife no longer lived in the dilapidated fishing house. A small villa had been erected on the site. She was sitting on a bench in front of the door. When the wife saw her husband come back
Then he took his hand and said, "Come in and take a look. Isn't it much better now?"
Immediately, they entered the house. The small villa had a small front hall, a beautiful small living room, a clean bedroom with a bed, a kitchen and a food storage room.
There are all the necessary furniture, including tin and copper tableware. There is also a small yard with chickens and ducks, and a small garden full of vegetables and fruits.
"Look," said the wife, "isn't it beautiful?"
"Beautiful." The husband replied, "Let's live here and live happily."
"Well, we still have to think about it," the wife said.
They then had dinner and went to bed to rest.
They lived like this for a week or two. One day, the wife suddenly said: "Listen, boss, this house is too small, and the yard and garden are too small. That flounder can give us a bigger one."
I want to live in a big palace built of stone. Go find Flounder and ask him to give us a palace."
"Hey, honey," said the husband, "isn't this villa nice enough? Why do we have to live in a palace?"
"Nonsense," the wife replied, "just go find Flounder and he will fully satisfy our wishes."
"No, honey," the husband said, "Flounder just gave us a villa. I really don't want to go to him again, he will be unhappy."
"Go, go quickly," the wife shouted, "He can do it and is willing to do it. Go quickly."
The fisherman was in a heavy heart and originally didn't want to go. He whispered to himself over and over in a low voice: "This shouldn't be done." But he went anyway.
When he came to the beach, the water was no longer green and yellow, but had become turbid, sometimes dark blue, sometimes deep purple, sometimes gray and black, but it was still very calm. The fisherman stood on the shore and said:
"Flounder, you are in the sea,
Please listen to me carefully,
I caught you and let you go without mentioning your wish
My wife is unforgiving and unyielding about this."
"So, what does she want?" Flounder asked.
"Well," said the fisherman, a little frightened, "she wants to live in a palace made of stone."
"Go back," said Flounder, "she is standing in front of the palace door now."
The fisherman then walked back, thinking that he would get home as soon as possible. When he walked to the original place, he saw that there was really a palace built of stone, which was very majestic. His wife was standing on the steps, about to go in.
When she saw her husband coming back, she took his hand and said, "Quick, come in with me."
He and his wife walked in and saw that the hall in the palace was paved with marble; numerous servants were waiting there, opening doors one after another for them; the walls in the palace were colorful and exquisite;
There are many gilded tables and chairs; all the rooms in the hall are paved with carpets; the tables are filled with delicacies and various precious things. There is also a large yard behind the house with stables and cowsheds, and there are many horses and
Cow, a magnificent carriage is parked there; in addition to the yard, there is also a beautiful large garden, which is full of colorful flowers and many precious fruit trees growing;
There is a park more than two miles long, with deer, hares, etc., everything imaginable is included.
"Well," said the wife, "isn't it beautiful?"
"Beautiful, of course it is beautiful," the husband replied, "This is good enough. Let's just live in this beautiful palace and we should be satisfied."
"Well, we still have to think about this," said the wife, "but now it's time to go to bed and rest." After that, they went to bed to rest.
The next morning, the wife woke up first. It was dawn. She was sitting on the bed and could see the fields in front of her. They were rich and beautiful, stretching as far as the eye could see. She poked her husband in the waist with her elbow, and then said, "Master,
Get up and come quickly to the window with me. Look, can't we be kings of this country? Go to Flounder and say we want to be kings."
"Oh, my dear!" said the husband, "why should we be kings? I don't want to do that."
"Hey," said the wife, "you don't want to be the king, but I do. Go find Flounder and tell him that I must be the king."
"Oh, wife," cried the husband, "why do you want to be a king? I can't tell him."
"Why can't you say it?" the wife retorted, "go quickly, I must be the king."
The fisherman had no choice but to walk out. When he thought about his wife insisting on becoming the king, he felt very worried. "This shouldn't be done. This really shouldn't be done." He made up his mind and couldn't think about it, but he went anyway.
When he came to the beach, the water was gray and black, the waves were rough, and the water rising up from the bottom of the sea was smelly. He stood on the beach and said:
"Flounder, you are in the sea,
Please listen to me carefully,
I caught you and let you go without mentioning your wish,
My wife is unforgiving and unyielding about this."
"What does she want?" asked Flounder.
"Well," replied the fisherman, "she wants to be king."
"Go back," said Flounder, "her wish has been fulfilled."
The fisherman then went home. When he came to the palace, he found that the palace was much larger, and a tall tower was added with beautiful carvings. A row of guards guarded the entrance of the palace, and there were many soldiers nearby.
There was a band beating gongs and drums. When he walked into the palace, he saw that everything was made of gold and marble; the tables and chairs were covered with velvet and hung with large gold tassels. The doors suddenly opened.
When it was opened, the whole palace was full of splendor. His wife was sitting on a tall golden throne inlaid with countless diamonds, wearing a large golden crown on her head and holding a royal rod made of pure gold and precious stones.
On both sides of the throne, six maids lined up, one shorter than the other. The fisherman walked up to her and said, "Hey, wife, are you really the king now?"
"Yes," the wife replied, "we are the king now." He stood there and looked at his wife up and down, and after a while he said: "Hey, wife, now you are the king, how satisfying it is. Go to
We won’t have to ask for anything else in the end, right?”
"That won't work, head of the house," the wife replied, beginning to become irritable. "I'm so bored that I can't stand it anymore. Go find Flounder quickly and tell him that I want to be the emperor."
"Oh, my wife," said the husband, "why do you want to be the emperor?"
"Master," said the wife, "go find Flounder quickly. Tell him that I want to be emperor."
"Hey, wife," the husband replied, "Flounder can't make you the emperor, and I don't want to make this wish to him. There is only one emperor in the whole empire, so how can the Flounder make anyone the emperor? He really can't."
"What are you talking about!" the wife shouted loudly, "I am the king, you are just my husband. Are you going? Go right away! Since he can make me a king, he can also make me an emperor.
I must become the emperor, come to me immediately!"
The fisherman had to go. As he walked on the road, he felt very scared. As he walked, he thought, "This will not end well. I want to be the emperor! You are so shameless! In the end, the flounder will be angry."
He just walked along with this thought and came to the beach. He saw that the sea water was dark and turbid, not only turbulent and foamy, but also whirlwind, which made the fisherman feel frightened. However, he still stood on the coast and said:
"Flounder, you are in the sea,
Please listen to me carefully,
I caught you and let you go without mentioning your wish,
My wife is unforgiving and unyielding about this."
"What does she want?" asked Flounder.
"Well," the fisherman replied, "she wants to be emperor."
"Go back," said Flounder, "she has become emperor."
So, the fisherman walked back, and when he got home, he saw that the entire palace was made of polished marble, with plaster reliefs and pure gold decorations everywhere. In front of the palace, soldiers were marching in formation, and the sound of horns, gongs and drums was deafening.
.In the palace, barons and counts were walking around, all looking like slaves. The doors made of pure gold were opened for him one after another. When he walked in, he saw his wife sitting on the throne, which was made of a whole piece.
Forged from gold, it was thousands of feet high. She wore a broad golden crown, three yards high, inlaid with countless jewels; she held a royal staff in one hand and a golden ball in the other.
On both sides of her, stood two rows of attendants, one shorter than the other, the tallest one looked like a giant, and the shortest one was a dwarf, no bigger than his finger. There were many royal nobles standing in front of her.
The fisherman walked over, stood in the middle of them, and said, "Honey, are you really the emperor this time?"
"Yes," she replied, "I am really an emperor."
The fisherman moved a few steps forward to take a good look at her. After looking at her for a while, he said, "Hey, my wife, it's great that you have become the emperor!"
"Hey!" she said to the fisherman, "Why are you still standing here in a daze? I am now the emperor, but I still want to be the pope. Go find Flounder and tell him."
"Well, wife," said the fisherman, "what do you want to be? You can't be the pope. There is only one pope in all of Christendom, and a flounder can't make you the pope."
"My husband," she said, "I want to be pope. Go quickly! I am going to be pope today."
"No, wife," replied the fisherman, "I don't want to tell the flounder this again, that's no good, that's too much. The flounder can't make you the pope."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense!" she said, "Since he can make me emperor, he can certainly make me pope. Go right away! I am the emperor, you are just my husband.
, you go right away!”
The fisherman was frightened and had no choice but to go. As he walked on the road, he felt weak all over and his legs were trembling. He was shaking constantly. The wind was howling on the mountains near the coast, the clouds were rolling, and it was dark. The leaves were rustling, and the sea water was surging like a boiling pot.
, constantly flapping his shoes. He saw some ships bumping and jumping in the rough waves from a distance, sending out distress signals. The sky was fiery red, and getting redder and redder, with only a little blue in the middle showing, like a storm
It's coming soon. The fisherman stood there, trembling all over, and said:
"Flounder, you are in the sea,
Please listen to me carefully,
I caught you and let you go without mentioning your wish,
My wife is unforgiving and unyielding about this."
"What does she want?" asked Flounder.
"Alas!" replied the fisherman, "she wants to be pope."
"Go back, she has become the pope," said Flounder.
So the fisherman walked back, and when he got home, he saw a cathedral standing there, surrounded by several palaces. People were crowding in like a tide. Thousands of candles were burning in the cathedral, making everything bright and bright.
, his wife was covered in gold, sitting on a higher and larger throne, with three major golden crowns on her head. Many dignitaries in the church gathered around her, and two rows of large candles stood on both sides of her.
One was as big as a tall pagoda, while the smallest one was about the same as an ordinary candle. All the emperors and kings in the world knelt in front of her, vying to kiss her shoes.
"Wife," the fisherman looked at her and said, "are you really the Pope now?"
"Yes," she replied, "I am the Pope."
As he said that, he came forward and took a good look at her. He felt that she was as bright as the dazzling sun. After looking at her for a while, he said: "Honey, you became the pope. This is really amazing!"
But she was sitting there, as motionless as a clay sculpture.
Then he said: "Honey, you have become the pope. You should be satisfied this time. There cannot be anything higher than this."
"Well, I still have to think about it," the wife replied. After saying that, they went to bed to rest. However, she still felt dissatisfied. Her ambitions were constantly expanding, and her greed kept her from falling asleep for a long time.
Think about it and think about what else you can become.
The husband slept soundly and deeply because he had run so much during the day, but the wife was tossing and turning in bed, constantly thinking about what else she could be, but she couldn't think of anything, so she couldn't fall asleep the whole night.
At this time, the sun was about to come out, and she saw the dawn. She sat up from the bed and looked out the window. Through the window, she saw a red sun rising slowly, and suddenly a thought came to her: "Haha!
Am I not supposed to give orders to the sun and moon?"
"Master," she said, nudging her husband in the waist with her elbow, "get up quickly, go find Flounder, and tell him that I want to control the sun and moon."
The husband was asleep in a daze. When he heard what she said, he was so frightened that he rolled off the bed. He thought he had heard wrongly, so he rubbed his eyes and asked loudly: "Wife, what are you talking about?"
"Master," she said, "if I couldn't give orders to the sun and the moon, to rise when I want them to rise and to set when they want them to set, I wouldn't be able to live. I would have them rise when I want them to.
, otherwise it will be difficult for me to have a moment of peace."
She stared at her husband so fiercely that he shuddered with fright.
"Go quickly!" she shouted, "I want to be the master of the sun and the moon." "Oh, my wife!" the fisherman kneeled in front of her and said, "the flounder can't do this, he can only make you
Become emperor and pope. Think about it, I beg you, just be pope."
When she heard this, she flew into a rage, and the hair on her head started to float. She tore her clothes, kicked her husband hard, and yelled at him: "I can't bear it anymore! I
I can't bear it anymore! Go away!"
The fisherman quickly put on his clothes and ran out like crazy.
The wind was roaring outside so hard that he could no longer stand on his feet. Houses were blown down one after another, big trees were blown over, even the mountains were shaking, and rocks fell into the sea.
.The sky was filled with thunder and lightning, and it was pitch black. The sea set off huge rolling black waves, with the tops of the waves as high as mountains, and white foam on the tops of the waves.
The fisherman shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Flounder, you are in the sea,
Please listen to me carefully,
I caught you and let you go without mentioning your wish,
My wife is unforgiving and unyielding about this."
"So, what does she want?" Flounder asked.
"Well," replied the fisherman, "she wants to be the master of the sun and the moon."
"Go back," said Flounder, "and she will live in that shabby fishing shack again."
In this way, they continue to live there to this day.