Little Boy - Happy Stories from the Land of Coins (4)

The little boy is a fool.

The monk not only taught his disciples literature, but also taught them to love their country and people at every opportunity. The monk himself loved his country and people very much. A small bronze urn found in the ruins of the old Myo-U pagoda had a line that said, “The wise man who obtains the night-light elixir will be able to save the country in times of trouble.” The monk experimented with the night-light elixir by using a furnace and a torch. However, until now, all the elixirs he had prepared had been left in the dark and had turned out to be weak.

Ngaphi, who was only twelve years old, had a dream about the Nya Lin Yee that he had heard from the monk. In his dream, he acted as a hero and saved the great city of Zayamingala. After six months, he gave up and forgot about it.

One day, when it was time for class, Ngaphis arrived at the place where he was to teach. On his way to his seat, he accidentally stepped on a small stick that had fallen on the road, and the stick broke into three pieces. Balarama, who was sitting at the side studying, looked up angrily. Balarama was the son of a great sage, a renowned astrologer, who was the king's trusted advisor.

"Hey, honey."

Balarama called out loudly.

Not knowing that he had stepped on it, or that the railing he had stepped on had broken, Nga Phis, who was walking with Aung Zaw, turned back at the sound of a voice calling from behind before the monk reached his destination.

"Oh.. Balarama, are you calling me?"

"Call me... are you blind?"

"Oh... what do the eyes have to do with the sound of a call? It's not that you can see the sound of a call... even if you're blind, you can hear it."

"You have a long tongue, just answer my question."

"Okay, I'll answer."

"Ask again..what do you want to know?" "Ngaphis.."

Ngaphis stared at Balarama silently.

Balarama became even angrier and stood up.

“Hey..what, are you gone?”

"Oh... Ngaphis is not a question, what should I answer..."

“Are you blind?” “I’m not blind.” “So..what is this?”

Balarama spread out his clenched hands. Ngaphi looked at me and replied.

"The curtain rod... three small pieces..."

"Yes.. yes.."

"Yes, of course. I'm just saying that after looking carefully."

"Why is it broken?"

"It's just a support rod, but will the nail break?"

“You just stepped on me, you know. . . I .

"What happened? Balarama?"

"I'm angry, I'm angry..."

"So I apologize, friend."

When Ngaphis called him "friend" like this, Balarama became even more angry.

"Hey... you are poor people, we are nobles who have entered the palace, so don't call me friend."

"If you can't call me a friend, don't call me an enemy." "Why... why? I can't call you Akii Daw."

"The granary is just for storing the king's grain. What does that have to do with you?"

"You poor people are hard to talk to, don't be long-winded, just straighten my curtains."

Ngaphis, with a cheerful smile, pulled out a small knife from his pocket and handed it to him.

"So... just take my sword instead, my friend. . . Oh, my dear."

Balarama looked down at the dagger in Ngaphi's hand and frowned. Here Ngaphi asked.

"Hey.. this is a skunk, not dog poop." Balarama shook his head.

"My wand is longer, I never wanted it,

Just give me the size of my curtain rod.

When Balarama said this, Ngaphis's face turned sad. His parents were not money-grubbing people. Wasn't this little amulet given to him by the neighboring medicine man, U Kyet Taw, out of pity?

"Take it, we are poor."

"Oh, can a poor man climb a ladder?"

"Huh.. only rich people can climb the ladder, right?"

"Even Aung Nak can climb up and down the stairs at home."

“Aung Ma.. You are so arrogant because you are a scholar. Now go away.. You are insulting me. Now..”

As soon as he spoke, Balarama struck Ngaphis on the head twice with his fist. Ngaphis put his small sword back into the sling, set the sling aside, and faced Balarama again.

Here I will describe Nga Phis's appearance. Nga Phis has a good heart, but his life is not very good. He has dark skin, a high forehead, and a pointed nose.

Curly, curly hair. But you can't call him a monster. Because his eyes are dark. If he were tall, he would be tall. Now, his legs are spread out, so if they were the same height, he would be short.

He was truly kind-hearted. He did not get angry easily. Now, when he faced Balarama, he did so not with anger, but with calmness and courage.

The other students were also gathering around. Balarama was not a brave man. He had punched Ngaphi earlier, but now that they were face to face, Ngaphi's ugly face looked angry, and Balarama's knees trembled with fear. Their teeth were chattering. At that moment, the monk arrived. Balarama was looking for help, and as soon as he saw the monk coming, he ran to him.

“Sayadabha. . Sayadabha. . He is attacking his disciple.”

Just like that, Balarama pointed his finger at Ngaphis and followed U Aung. However, the students nearby also joined in and explained the situation, and the monk realized that it was not Ngaphis who was wrong in this matter, but Balarama.

"If there's anything to be done to beat up students, I'll beat them up, they'll have to come to me first. I've said that students don't have the right to beat or punch each other, but you're violating my rules..."

The monk called out to Balarama with a stick. But... this fire did not go out here, this matter did not stop here. The monk from the monastery even came to his house.

Balarama cried and complained to his father, the priest. The priest was also practicing astrology with his disciples. His beloved son was a monk.

When he heard that the monk had beaten him for this, he was filled with anger. He struck his thigh with the fist of his right hand and scolded him.

"Carry.."

A student nearby was clapping, clapping, clapping.

He got up and left.

“Hey.. where is this going?” The priest’s roar made the disciple turn around and stumble. “I’m going to ask for it, Master.” “What are you going to do?” “The Master said to carry it.” “Yes.. and carry it big.” The disciple turned around and staggered. “Oh.. what are you going to do?”

The teacher roared again, and the disciple turned back, limping. “Why don’t you go and find me?” “What are you going to do?” “Why don’t you carry me?” The priest’s anger reached a fever pitch.

"Huh.. huh, you're a very stupid guy, and you can't even learn astrology.. huh."

"Yes.. my grandfather used to say that only stupid people should learn astrology.."

"Good people should study medicine."

"What does your grandfather do?" "He's a great doctor."

"Yes.. I want to kill your grandfather."

"It's not enough, Master. He's already dead." The high priest said nothing more.

As he left, angry and exhausted, the disciples followed him in fear, unable to catch up.

The priest went to Nga Phis' parents and told them that he had a dream that night, that Nga Phis was a curse to Nay Pyi Taw, and that his parents must abandon him. If he did not abandon him, first the whole family would die. Then the whole family would die. Then the whole country would die and be destroyed.

Nga Phis's mother was very sad. She would not abandon her son in any way. Especially since he was different from others and was very ugly, she felt more pity for him. However, his father, saying that he should be kind to his other children, relatives, and the people of the country, drove Nga Phis out of the house. Nga Phis, despite having parents and relatives, was left alone in the world.

But he is a brave man. He has the spirit of never giving up on worldly wealth. If he can't stand up, he will go sitting down. If he can't go sitting down, he will go on foot.