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The story of a golden axe and a silver axe?

This story is also called the golden axe.

A woodcutter is chopping wood by the river. He accidentally dropped his axe into the river and was washed away by it. He sat on the river bank and burst into tears. Hermes knew about it and felt sorry for him. After asking why, he went down to the river and picked up a golden axe. He asked if it was his, and he said no; Then Hermes picked up a silver axe and asked him if he had fallen, but he still said no; When Hermes went down for the third time and picked up the woodcutter's own axe, the woodcutter said that this was the one he had lost.

Hermes appreciated the woodcutter's honesty, so he gave him both a gold axe and a silver axe as gifts.

The woodcutter went home with three axes and told his friends the story in detail. One of them was so jealous that he decided to take a chance, ran to the river, deliberately threw the axe into the rapids, and then sat there crying. Hermes came to him and asked him why he was crying. He went to the river and picked up a golden axe and asked him if he had lost it. The man said happily, "Ah, exactly; Exactly! " However, his greedy and dishonest appearance was hated by Hermes. He didn't give him a golden axe or even his own. ?

This story shows that honest people will get help and cunning people will be spurned.

The story of the crow drinking water:

There is a crow who is ugly, but very clever.

One day, he was tired and thirsty after finishing his work and wanted to drink water. Suddenly, it looked at a pitcher and was filled with joy. It flies to the pitcher. When it sees that there is not much water in the pitcher, it can't put its mouth in to drink. What should it do? It hit the pitcher with its body and pushed it with its wings, trying to knock it down so that it could drink. But the pitcher is big and heavy, and its strength is too small to knock it over.

Suddenly, he used his quick wits. He could put some stones in the jar. If there were more stones, wouldn't the water in the jar rise? I thought so, so I did it. It took pains to pick up stones piece by piece with its mouth. The crow didn't work hard and finally put a lot of stones. When the water rises, it drinks water. It drank enough water to quench its thirst.