An old
man was dying. So he asked his two sons to come to meet him. He would give half
of his land to his first son, Hong Shan, and half to the second son, Qing Shan.
Hong Shan came into the room first.
“Hong
Shan, after I die, you will inherit the land on the western ridge,” said the
old man.
Then
Qing Shan entered the room.
“Qing
Shan, you will have the land on the eastern ridge after I am gone,” he told
Qing Shan.
After
the old man died, both of the sons had their shares. There were many trees on
the western ridge. Hong Shan felled them all and lived in luxury for the next
few years. Hong Shan then planted crops on the land after all the trees were
gone. Unfortunately, all his crops were destroyed in a terrible storm.
Qing
Shan planted trees on his ridge, cleared some land for crop farming and reared
cattle and sheep. A few years later, his tree became a lush forest, his crops
yielded good harvest and herds of cattle and sheep roamed the land.
Hong
Shan was puzzled when he came to Qing Shan for help.
“How did
this place flourish so well?” asked Hong Shan.
“You
took from the land without returning anything and stripped it of its wealth. I
nourished the land before making use of it, so my resources lasted longer.”
Hong
Shan finally understood his mistake.
-FIN-
Read the Indonesian translation HERE
Author: Asiapac Books
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