Scholars and chefs

A rich man hired a poor scholar as a teacher and cook. Once, Mr. Wang was ill and couldn't attend class for several days. The rich man was very anxious and came to see Mr. Wang early in the morning. Asked, "What do you usually eat, sir?" Mr. Wang said, "I want to drink some fish soup." Hearing this, the rich man said, "There is no fish soup." He left in a hurry.

At noon, the Foreign Minister came to see Mr. Wang again: "What do you always want to eat, sir?" "I'm thirsty, so give me a pear from your pear tree!" "The member said," No pears in the afternoon. " Say that finish and turn away.

In the evening, the rich man came to see the gentleman again: "Sir, you haven't eaten or drunk for another day. What do you think is delicious? I'll let the chef cook it for you! " Mr. Wang said, "I am still thirsty and sad." Cook me a bowl of delicious chicken soup! " The rich man said angrily, "well, if you don't understand, you just don't understand." If you don't eat fish soup early and pears at noon, how can you hurt chickens at night? "Then he walked away.

At midnight, the chef came to see Mr. Wang. Seeing that he was very ill, he took two cold and crisp cucumbers from the kitchen. I didn't expect Mr. Wang to get better after eating it.

The scholar felt that the rich man was too stingy and said that he would never teach here again. When he left, the rich man said that he spent too much money because he was ill, but he didn't give any money. The chef gave all the money he usually saved to Mr. Scholar as a travel expense.

In the second year, the scholar was admitted to Jinshi and became a county magistrate. He thought, the chef is very kind to me and can't let him suffer any more. He wrote to the chef and served three tables and nine seats a day, hoping to find him a good job. The cook said that the old mother was at home, so I couldn't. Seeing that he couldn't keep the chef, he gave him fifty taels of silver. After the chef returned home, he used the money as capital to open a restaurant, and his business was booming. The rich man turned red at the sight of his eyes and thought: I am the original boss of Mr. Scholar, and I may make a fortune when I meet him. So he packed his things and came to Mr. Scholar. Mr. Wang is equally enthusiastic, but he just says nothing else.

After half a month, the rich man really stayed and wanted some money back, but how could he ask? He had an idea and wrote a poem on the wall of the corridor:

Come all the way to your country,

Easy come, hard go.

Remember the meaning of being a compatriot,

You have to pay some money.

Seeing the poem in the corridor, Mr. Wang knew that the money was mainly to be returned, so he also wrote a poem:

No fish soup early, no pears at noon,

You can't hurt chickens in the middle of the night.

Soaking cucumbers is full of goodwill.

Who is good and who is bad is divided.

When the rich man saw Mr. Wang's poem, he knew it was a waste of time and had to go home in despair.