In ancient times, there was a Xiucai who entered Beijing to catch the exam, and he was hungry halfway through the day, and he was overjoyed to see a steamed bun shop in front of him, so he hurriedly ran over.
Boss, a big plate of steamed buns. Xiucai shouted.
All right. The shopkeeper replied.
After a while, a steaming bun was brought to the table, and the scholar picked one up and ate it in a big gulp.
The buns are minced meat, and they taste weird for some reason. When Xiucai picked up the second bun, he found that there was something hard and stiff, which looked like a fingernail.
Xiucai asked the shopkeeper what it was.
The shopkeeper smiled, "Objectively, it's true that our buns are filled with meat, but this meat is not beef and mutton, but frog meat, and what you have in your hands is the fingernails of frogs." ”
Xiucai nodded when he heard this, he muttered in his heart, no wonder he didn't hear the croaking of frogs when he passed through the rice fields, so he said: "Boss, this frog is a good helper for farmers, and he can't eat it." Otherwise, I still have some silver taels here, you can use them to buy meat, remember, you must not catch frogs in the future. ”
After speaking, Xiucai really took out a lot of silver.
When the shopkeeper saw the white silver, his eyes immediately lit up, and he quickly nodded and agreed.
Since the steamed bun shop was replaced with beef and mutton filling, business has been getting better and better, and the boss has naturally more and more money in his pocket.
With the capital, there is no need to use frog meat for stuffing.
Slowly, the local frogs were heard again, and the farmers' harvests were much better than in previous years.
A few years later, the size of the steamed bun shop has increased several times, and several branches have been opened. The boss sighed: "Thanks to that showman." ”
One day, Xiucai passed by the steamed bun shop again.
A few years before going to Beijing to catch the exam, he fell to Sun Shan, but Xiucai was not discouraged and decided to fight again this year.
Returning to his hometown, Xiucai went to the steamed bun shop again.
Naturally, the owner of the shop gave him a warm welcome and kept him staying.
However, the shopkeeper couldn't help frowning when he saw that Xiucai was dressed plainly and had more vicissitudes on his face.
Xiucai looked downcast, no need to ask him if he must have fallen off the list, the owner of the store couldn't help but worry: "This Xiucai won't be here to ask for accounts, the steamed bun shop has finally improved over the years, but he can't let him pick up a big bargain ...... for nothing."”
Thinking of this, the shopkeeper had a poisonous plan.
At night, he instructed the shopkeeper to knock Xiucai unconscious, tied a fan to his back and threw it into the river. Xiucai sank to the bottom of the river like this.
In autumn, a county magistrate passed by the edge of a small river, and suddenly a large group of frogs appeared.
The frog chirped, and everyone was stunned when they saw it.
The county magistrate was very clever and asked, do you have anything to say.
The frogs seemed to be spiritual, nodded and jumped into the river.
The county magistrate thought for a moment and told the catcher to go down to the river to have a look.
After a while, the catcher quickly salvaged Xiucai's body.
The county magistrate personally examined the body, and after pondering for a while, he quickly had an idea.
The next day, he ordered the locals to hand over their family's fan stone mill for inspection.
Soon, the county magistrate locked up the owner of the steamed bun shop, because the stone mill he handed in and the corpse of ** were exactly right.
The shopkeeper knew that he was powerless to argue, so he had to admit his guilt.
After the case was made public, in order to commemorate the scholar, the local people built a stone bridge with a fan stone mill to commemorate him.