The story of an ... umbrella seems to be a fable or an idiom, which I forgot.

Once upon a time, a businessman worked hard outside for many years, and finally saved a lot of wealth. He was ready to retire to his hometown, end his half-life wandering and hard work, go home to reunite with his wife, buy a house and spend his old age safely. At that time, the times were turbulent and the road was long, and there were often robbers on the road. The businessman dared not show his wealth, but only wore a gray cloth gown and a pair of shoes with cloth soles, pretending to be a picnic. In this way, the seemingly poor man, with a wallet on his shoulder and this umbrella in his hand, easily went on his way.

At noon that day, the businessman came to Tangjiasi, a suburb of Chengdu. Seeing that it was an ordinary town, he went to a noodle shop, ordered a bowl of noodles to cook, and had a good hurry. Chengdu Dandan Noodles was famous for its bowl. A burst of tiredness surged up. The business of the shop was average, with only three or five diners, but it was not noisy. So, the businessman took a nap at the table. A cool wind woke the businessman. He looked up, and the shop was empty, but it was raining outside. The businessman rubbed his cheek and suddenly called it bad, and his oil-paper umbrella had disappeared! A cold sweat broke out in an instant. I thought it must have started to rain when he was taking a nap, but those diners were eager to go out. When they saw him asleep, one of them stole his umbrella.

The businessman counted the change with him, pondered for a moment, and decided what to do and how to do it. He called the noodle shop owner and said that he took a fancy to this peaceful town and decided to stay here. What size house do you want? I'll help you find it. The businessman said, "I don't have any special skills, but I can only repair umbrellas and caps. A small craftsman can't afford to rent a big house, but it's best to be on the main road." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Of course, repairing umbrellas and caps should be on the roadside." So he quickly helped him find a house, and the businessman opened an umbrella repair shop in Tangjia Temple with the only money.

The businessman was polite and ingenious. His small umbrella repair shop has been well received by local people, and people are willing to repair his umbrella, even if he walks two or three miles more. The businessman's umbrella shop is standing, but no one knows that this small craftsman is a wealthy businessman, and he doesn't know that he hides his nervous and anxious heart under his modest smiling face every day. He is waiting for the appearance of a familiar oiled paper umbrella every day, but he is disappointed. After hundreds of umbrellas in his hand, Only he didn't have it.

Time passed day by day, and the businessman waited patiently, but his umbrella still didn't appear. One day, he took over an old umbrella, and the owner casually asked, "Can you repair it?" Forget it. Otherwise, an old umbrella is not worth much, but I will spend a lot of money! " Hearing this, the businessman's heart moved, and he thought that his umbrella was only 3% new when he lost it. Now he is afraid it is in tatters, and his current owner is afraid and unwilling to use it to repair it. The businessman used his brain again.

The next day, passers-by saw this umbrella repair shop put out a fresh advertisement: Oil-paper umbrellas were exchanged for new ones. People came forward to ask if this was true. After getting a positive answer from the businessman, the news spread quickly. It is said that this is a profit-making activity for businessmen to expand their business and recruit guests. It is also said that it will be the turn to mend umbrellas for the new ones next time. He also said that businessmen are interested in collecting old umbrellas-in a word, the advertising effect is excellent.

Soon after, on a sunny afternoon, a middle-aged farmer came to the umbrella repair shop. At a glance, the businessman saw that he had an oiled paper umbrella under his arm, which was exactly the umbrella he missed day and night.

The businessman quietly accepted the umbrella and glanced at it with sharp eyes. There was no trace of passivity. He knew that the story of returning to Zhao from the wall had happened to him. He turned around and chose the best umbrella in the shop and gave it to the visitors. With the thanks of the visitors, he slowly closed the shop door. The businessman saw all the jewels and jade articles he had packed in it. He sat down on the ground and was relieved for a long time.

On this day, the residents of Tangjia Temple felt a little strange: since the umbrella was repaired and spread out, I've never seen anyone close the door so early. The next day, when it was dawn, I didn't open the door. When I asked, I realized that the house was empty. This foreign businessman who had opened a shop here for a long time suddenly left. It was a bit strange that the businessman came and went quietly, but no one thought much about it.

Later, this incident became a story, and those local people who changed umbrellas suddenly realized. So "The umbrella of Tangjia Temple-"