粟あわでお金持おかねもちになった男おとこ

Once upon a time, in a place called Mihama in the Izu region, there lived a poor man.

He worked very hard, but he didnt get any harvest from the field.

One night, he had a mysterious dream.

In the vast wasteland, a white horse is eating golden, shining ears of millet.

When he woke up, he realized that the place that appeared in his dream looked exactly like the wilderness of Jano.

The next day, when he went to Jano, just as he had seen in his dream, he found a white horse eating yellow millet flowers.

Ah, Im really lucky.

Im sure this is the will of the gods, and they want me to cultivate this land.

The man began to cultivate the wasteland of Jano and planted the yellow millet that the white horse had eaten.

In autumn, the millet ears grow vigorously, and Jano’s entire field turns a golden color, like pure gold.

The man quickly became wealthy and came to be known as the rich man with the golden chicken.

Years later,

One year, the village was struck by a great famine, and with nothing left to eat, the people went to the head of a wealthy household to ask for some millet.

However, the wealthy man said, This chicken is mine.

I wont give you a single grain, he said, and drove the residents away.

After that, when the villagers ran out of food, they began to steal the millet plastered on the walls of the wealthy mans house while he was sleeping.

So that it wouldn’t be stolen by thieves, the rich man constantly smeared mud on the walls.

People had no choice but to leave the village because it was just too difficult.

That night, while the wealthy man was sleeping soundly, he heard a kachi-kachi sound coming from the grain storehouse.

When he woke up and went to the warehouse, he was surprised.

When I saw thousands, tens of thousands of mice gnawing on the millet.

When the mice had completely eaten up all the millet in the warehouse, they gathered into a single mass, rushed outside, transformed into a white horse, and soared up into the sky.

He remembers the days when he was poor and hungry all day long.

I became wealthy with the help of the gods, but I did not share even a single grain of millet with the poor.

The gods erupted in fury.

God, please forgive me.

Since then, the man returned to being a farmer and began cultivating the fields once again.