A fool looks at horses

 

A fool looks at horses

 

The wise man Agudengba took his donkey Ma Hu for a walk by a stream in Myanmar. He met A Zhuo, who was once the owner of the donkey Ma Hu. Adhuo and Agudengba met unexpectedly in Myanmar and were naturally very happy. The donkey Ma Hu was also very happy to see his former master A Zhuo.

Azhuo told Agudengba: I am now the groom of the county magistrate's family. The ancestors of this county magistrate are Mongols. A long time ago, after the Mongols occupied India, Bangladesh and Myanmar, some people settled here. These descendants of the Mongols are still very fond of horses.

Azhuo said to the donkey and horse owner: You will see your old enemy, the white-hoofed horse.

The donkey and horse owner was startled: Horse with white hoofs? Why is it here?

The white-hoofed horse was once a slave of a wealthy family. Because the white-hoofed horse was tall, rich and handsome, he looked down upon the donkey and the horse-husband. Especially when I heard that the donkey was actually named "Mahu", I thought the donkey was humiliating the horse people. As a result, white-hoofed horses and donkeys often have quarrels, but the real donkey's lips do not match the horse's mouth.

Azhuo told Donkey Ma Hu: The white-hoofed horse accidentally killed the rich man and later became a stray wild horse. But after I caught it, I used a whip to discipline it, and now it has become the object of my discipline. , his real master is the county magistrate who hired me. The county magistrate raised many horses. He took a fancy to my white-hoofed horse and lacked a groom, so he made me his groom.

Adhuo said to Agudengba: The county magistrate has three daughters. After he got the white-hoofed horse, he was very happy. So he invited his three sons-in-law to have a drink, look at the horses, and test their knowledge of horses. Mr. Agudemba, you are a wise man. Come tomorrow and see my master and the white-hoofed horse.

The next day, Agudengba met the county chief and the white-hoofed horse under the introduction of Adhuo.

The county magistrate asked Agudengba: "I want my three sons-in-law to watch horses together, and I also want to test their knowledge and wisdom about horses. What method do you think is best?"

Agudengba smiled and said: You can ask your three sons-in-law to write poems to praise this BMW.

The county magistrate adopted Agudengba’s suggestion. So he invited his three sons-in-law to drink. After three rounds of drinking, the county magistrate asked Azhuo to take out the white-hoofed horse from the stable and asked his three sons-in-law to write poems to praise the horse.

The three sons-in-law tried their best to please their father-in-law.

 

After thinking for a while, the eldest son-in-law said first:

 

Gold needles were placed on the water, and my father-in-law ran on horseback.

Hundreds of miles later, the golden needle has not yet sunk.

 

The county magistrate was very happy to hear this.

Then the second son-in-law said:

 

Put goose feathers on the fire, and my father-in-law rides away.

Traveling thousands of miles, the goose feathers have not been burned.

 

After hearing this, the county magistrate repeatedly said yes.

It was the turn of the third son-in-law. The third son-in-law was not well-educated. He thought for a long time and had no words. He was so anxious that he slapped the white-hoofed horse on the butt. The white-hoofed horse got impatient and farted. The third son-in-law had an idea and came up with something to say:

 

The horse farted, and my father-in-law rode away.

After tens of thousands of miles, the butt door is still not closed.

 

The county magistrate couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this.

Agudengba smiled and said to Azhuo:

Flatterers are actually flatterers. The county magistrate's

Although the third son-in-law was incompetent, the poems they wrote were even more vulgar and boring. But they know that people always like to hear good things. Who doesn’t like to be praised, praised, and flattered? But for people who flatter people, there are also skills. How to "photograph" people comfortably and properly, without showing any traces, without being clichéd, and making people feel so comfortable but not so straight-forward. Bai, it's so disgusting, so people call people who are good at it "sycophants".

Agudemba sang a song about "flattering":

 

People say three hundred and sixty lines,

Now a new line has been added.

What's the line?

Flattery and flattery.

 

This flattering service industry,

His main job is to flatter people.

Say a few compliments,

It’s easy to make money without getting tired.