I once read a story (probably like a supplement). What's the name of this story? Where can I find the full text?

(by Andersen? Ren Rongrong translation)

I'll tell you a story I heard when I was a child. Every time I think of this story, I always feel more and more lovely. Because stories are like many people-the older the better. That's really exciting.

I have no doubt that you have been to the countryside and seen very old farmhouses and hay roofs covered with moss and small plants. There is a stork's nest on the roof of the triangular wall, because we can't live without storks. The walls of the house are skewed, the windows are very low, and only one is for people to open. The oven protrudes from the wall like a pot belly. There is an elder hanging on the fence, and there is a pool at the foot of the fence. There is a mother duck or several ducklings playing in the pool, just under a scarred willow tree. By the way, there is also a dog who looks after the yard. It is chained and barks at whoever comes.

There is such a farmhouse beside a country road. There lived an old couple, a farmer and his wife in the farmhouse. Although they have so little property, there is one thing they can't live without, and that is a horse, which lives on grass found in a ditch on the side of the road. The old farmer rode this horse into town, and his neighbors often borrowed it from him. In return, the neighbors helped the old couple. Later, the old couple felt that it was better to sell the horse or replace it with something more useful to them. But what is this thing?

"You know this best, old man," said his wife. "Today is market day. Ride it into town, sell the horse for money, or get something good. Whatever you do, it won't be wrong for me! Just ride to the market! "

So she tied a scarf on the old man and tied a beautiful double bow, because she played better than him after all. She wiped his hat with the palm of her hand and kissed him on the warm lips. Then he rode away on the horse that was going to sell things or change things. It is true that the old man knows what he is going to do.

The sun is very hot at this time, and there are no clouds in the sky. The road is dusty, because many people go to the market, or drive, or ride horses, or walk on their feet all the way. There is no place to keep out the hot sun.

In the crowd, there was a man who trudged and drove a cow to the market. Cows can be as beautiful as they want.

"I'm sure it can produce good milk," the old farmer said to himself. "It's a good deal to exchange horses for cows." "Hey, you cow driver," he said, "can we talk? This is a horse. I dare say that a horse is more valuable than an ox. But I don't care-I need cows more. Then, if you like, shall we exchange? "

"Of course I do." The man said.

The story should end here, there is no need to continue, because the old farmer has finished what he came out to do, and he can go home with the cows he got. But he thought it would be a pity not to go to the Expo, so he decided to go, even to see it.

So he drove the cow to town. He took the cow with firm steps and soon caught up with a sheep driver. That's a good fat sheep, hairy and fleshy.

"I really want to have such a sheep," the old farmer said to himself. "There is a lot of grass beside the ditch in my house for it to eat. We can put it in the room in winter. Raising sheep may be more beneficial than raising cattle. How about I exchange with him? "

The shepherd was eager to exchange, and the deal was quickly reached.

Then our old farmer drove the sheep along the road. Soon, he met a man sitting on a big stone to have a rest on the road. It is not surprising that he wants to have a rest, because he is holding a very big fat goose.

"You are holding a big fat goose!" The old farmer raised his hat and said, "Fat and fat. It looks good to tie a rope to our swimming pool. My wife can collect some vegetable skins for him to eat. How many times has she said, "If only we had a goose now!" Now she can have one-she's really going to have one! Shall we exchange? I'll trade my sheep for your goose. I want to thank you for the exchange. "

The man was very happy and became friends.

Our old farmer walks with a goose under his arm. By this time, he was close to the town. The roads are getting more and more crowded, and people and animals seem to be flooding. They walked on the road and in the ditch until they came to the tax collector's potato field. A chicken of the tax collector stood there, one foot tied with a rope, for fear of being scared away by the crowd and disappearing. The tail hair of this chicken is very short. It blinked and cried "giggle, giggle". It looks very cunning. It called twice, and I can't tell you what I'm thinking. But as soon as our kind-hearted man saw it, he said to himself, "Oh, this is the most beautiful chicken I have ever seen in my life. In my opinion, it is more beautiful than our pastor's breeder chicken. I really want that chicken. Chickens can always peck a few grains around them, almost feed themselves and lay eggs. If I can exchange geese, I think it's a good deal. " "Shall we exchange?" He asked the tax collector. "

"Exchange," the man repeated. "Well, that's not bad."

At that time, they made a deal-the tax collector got the goose and the old farmer got the chicken.

On the way to the market, he really made a lot of deals, and now he is hot and tired. He just wants something to eat and a glass of ale to refresh himself. He happened to pass a pub at this time.

He was about to go in when the bartender came out and they met at the door. The guy at the bar has a bag of things.

"What's in your bag?" The old farmer asked.

"rotten apples," the man replied, "a whole bag of rotten apples has been fed to pigs."

"Oh, too much," said the old farmer. "I hope my wife can have a look. Last year, the old apple tree beside the lawn only produced one apple. We put it in the cupboard until it dried up and rotted. That will always be a property, my wife said. Now she can really see a lot of wealth-a whole pocket. I really want to take them back to show her. "

"This is this bag of apples. What did you give me? " Asked the bar owner.

"What do I give you? Ok, I'll give you my chickens for them. "

So he gave the chicken to the bartender, took the apples and took them to the bar. He carefully put the bag of apples next to the earthen stove, and then went to find a table and sat down. But the stove is hot, which he didn't expect. There were many guests at the scene-horse dealers, cattle drivers and two Englishmen. These two Englishmen have so many gold coins that their pockets are bulging and seem to burst. They also love to bet!

You will hear it.

"Psst-psst-psst, psst-psst-psst." What's that noise by the fire over there? Apples have all started baking. The sound aroused the curiosity of two Englishmen.

"What's that?" One person said.

Well, they soon learned the whole story-horses for cows, cows for what, and what for what, until they got rotten apples.

"Well, when you go home, your old lady will give you a slap in the face," said an Englishman. "You'll be in big trouble!"

"what! Give me what? She will give me a kiss, not a slap in the face! " The old farmer said, "Well, she would say,' Old people always do the right thing.' "

"Let's make a bet," said the two Englishmen at the same time. "We'll bet you a bucket of gold coins and a bag of silver coins."

"No, a bucket of gold coins is enough," replied the old farmer. "I can only give you a bag of rotten apples if I lose, but I put myself and my wife together. I think this is enough weight. "

"Deal! It's a deal! " So the bet was made.

Then they hired a tavern owner's carriage, two Englishmen got on, the old farmer got on, and the bag of rotten apples got on. male

The children drove away and came to the door of the old farmer's farmhouse. The old dogs barked and the farmer's wife came out to pick them up.

"Good evening, old woman." The farmer said.

"Good evening, old man. Thank you, thank God, you have come home safely. " His wife replied.

"I exchanged things."

"Ah, very good, you are the best you have done." The old woman said. Then she hugged him, ignoring the two strangers and the bag.

"I changed my horse for a cow."

"Thank God, now we can have milk to drink," she said. "Now we can have dairy products, butter and cheese on the table. Well changed. "

"Yes, but I changed the cow into a sheep."

"Oh, so much the better!" His wife cried and said, "You always think of everything. We have enough pastures to keep a sheep. Now there are goat milk, goat cheese, wool socks-yes, even wool pajamas. Cattle can't produce these things, but their hair will only fall off. What's the matter with you? You really figured everything out! You are really a smart and intelligent husband! "

"But I changed the sheep into geese."

"Then we can really eat roast goose on St. Martin's Day this year. You dear old man, you always think of something that makes me happy! This is really enjoyable. We can tie the goose's legs with ropes, and it will get fatter on St. Martin's Day. "

"But I replaced the goose with a chicken." The wife said.

"A chicken! Good, good change, "the old woman replied." Chickens can lay eggs and hatch chickens, so we will have chickens and chicken farms soon! Oh, that's what I thought.

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"Yes, but I replaced the chicken with a bag of rotten apples."

"what! I really want to kiss you for this! " His wife said, "Thank you, my good husband! Now let me tell you something. You know, I've been thinking about it since you left this morning. I'm going to cook you a delicious meal-vanilla omelet tonight. I have eggs, but no vanilla. So I went to the primary school principal's house. I know they have a lot of herbs. But the headmaster's wife is really stingy, even though she can be so sweet when she smiles. I begged her to lend me a bottle of vanilla. Borrow! She said, "I have nothing to borrow. Nothing grows in my garden, not even a rotten apple. I can't even lend you a rotten apple, my dear old lady. But now I can lend her ten or even a whole bag. What a good joke. I think I'll laugh, old man! " With that, she gave him a warm kiss on his mouth.

"Good, I like them both," said both Englishmen. "Always going downhill, but always happy. This is really worth it. " So they paid the old farmer 1 12 pounds of gold coins instead of being slapped.

Yes, if a wife sees and believes that her husband is the wisest and does everything right, she will always get the best return.

This is a story I heard when I was a child. Now that you hear it, you know that "what the old man does is always right".