You are the devil - Satan's mark

I don't know if I should just say "Oh" because my father's fortune is so simple, I don't believe anything he says, I believe him even if he says there's a ghost in the pine tree at the top of the village hill.

I also believe in the spirits that guard the forest and the spirits that guard the mountains.

What the hell... I still believe in the words that we will have to win the revolution in the socialist era...

Father Kan himself never did anything wrong to others, so he seemed to think that everyone was just like him. At that moment, Father Kan's son, Ko Mya Saung, began to tease his father with all his might.

Ko Mya Saung said, "Evening... evening... it's cold..." Pakhan Ko Gyi Kyaw and Phoe Ni, who were singing, wanted to drink a little wine from the palm of their hand. The problem was that my father's father didn't like even putting a drop on his tongue because he thought it was a strong drink. Ko Mya Saung himself was almost 40 years old, and when he heard the news that 'Mya Saung was drinking...' his father would pick up a nearby stick and hit him.

I have to ask myself, how can Ko Mya Saung "drink properly" without going through this much?

His way is easy...

Ko Mya Saung knew that his father was gullible... He asked for a large round glass jar of Pu Pu from the Chinese grocery store. Then he bought three or four bottles of Uy from Pho Ni Than Yie Pho and filled the glass jar to the brim. ,

It's not just alcohol. We also use dried, waxy branches and roots that we can pick up near the village, washed thoroughly with water, and then soaked in a bottle of alcohol. If you don't know, it's like medicinal herbs or something.

And why did you place that big glass bottle of alcohol in the front room? When my father saw that big glass bottle...

"What a fool you are!"

"Ha... Father, I don't know, it's hard to believe. That's the great Ayupala Mahiddhi medicine, Father. It can't be replaced. You see, it's soaked in medicinal roots from the Himalayas, right?"

"Hey... yes?"

“If you take this medicine every evening, you will gain strength, and your fever and pain will go away... Father, there is one thing, this medicine is not suitable for people with 'wind' disease. If people with wind disease take it, they will die instantly, and the medicine will not work.” This is a point that Ko Mya Saung has already closed...

Yes... It's true... It's not just Ko Mya Saung, who is my biological son, who knows that my father has lung cancer, but the entire village knows about it.

If he hadn't stopped it in advance, my father would have said that if he had taken the "Ayupala Mahiddhi Medicine", he would have died. Now, according to his son, he didn't know whether he would die instantly, so he didn't even look at the medicine carefully, and said, "It's strange... Brother."

That was the only word that came out of my father's mouth. So, Ko Mya Saung got a license to drink alcohol in the front room of his house in the evening...

Oh...

Is it any wonder that a father is known for being gullible?

Even so, when the father saw his son's addiction to "medicine", he thought for a moment that he couldn't stand it anymore. Tell him...

"Hey, my friend... I only have to drink a cup of medicine every day, but I want to drink a lot of it," Ko Mya Saung smiled at his father and started to show him. Well... That's good...

"If you mix water with your medicine and drink it, the medicine's effect won't change, right, brother?"

I'll be grateful that you didn't just ask me outright.

(2)

I'll talk about water. My father's village is very dry. We have to carry water from the Shwe Laung stream, which is more than three miles away, by ox cart. The village is called a water cart, and the village is called a water cart.

This is also a hot and humid summer, so I don't want to get too much. So, in a village in the west called Thaphan Su, I dug a well around myself and the water came out, which was quite convenient.

Upon hearing this news, the village elders and elders like Ko Mya Saung and others became interested and began to discuss it.

"If only there was a well in our village with fresh drinking water."

What, .. right... and they are shouting. So let's say they agree to dig their own wells. We young people are like.... There is no "Aye" or "Aye". Because of the rural culture, we are united.

And this is a truly essential and urgent need for the village, isn't it?

As for Abkam, he usually devotes himself completely to something when he believes in it. He would go to every house in the village and say, “I am going to preach the Dhamma.”

"Rice lasts for seven days, water lasts for one morning...", "What are the ten benefits of water?", etc.

I don't know if it was because of my father's good fortune in preaching, or if it was because he wanted to escape the hardship of carrying water carts, but the villagers, whose hands and cheeks were shaking, were always willing to donate whatever little money they had.

The villagers had to work hard. Ko Mya Sang, who was the head of the village, was the one who got the top prize. So when the time came, they had to invite someone who knew the water and soil and find a place to dig a well.

The place where the excavation was to be done was near the top of the village, so it was a good idea. On the day of the excavation, the elders like my father and I would hold a festival with coconuts, bananas, betel nut tea, and incense sticks, and recite the scriptures aloud.

Mya Saung and his contemporaries didn't really pay attention to these things. They just ate the cloth, dug the holes, and dug the holes with their hands.

I can't say if they were equal in strength. One morning, they had only traveled about twenty cubits.

"Come on, let's take a break and eat some rice," said the old man, and the villagers climbed up from the hole and ate the rice packets sent by the donors.

The sun was high, so it was too hot and the journey to work was not so pleasant. Only the villagers could bear the fatigue, so it was quite easy.

"They can't stay long, eating and drinking, and enjoying the rice." Father's fate...

"Hey... Hey... Let's try to drive one round at a time. We'll have to dig twice as much again."

Yes. Didn't the person who showed the water source say that the water would come out after digging about sixty cubits? So, the people of Mya Saung's generation had to go down into the pit again.

By the time the sun had set, the hole was nearly fifty feet deep. There, Maung Kho, who was poking the ground with a pair of tweezers, was...

“Oh... Ko Kyi Saung... I don't know what's wrong with the word "Hey... guess, huh... it looks like a big wooden figure." "Show me. ..Hmm... You don't know which is the head and which is the butt."

The villagers said one by one as they hurriedly looked around the wooden section, which was only about a cubit long. The wooden sculpture was covered in dirt, and it was dark inside, so they couldn't see anything clearly.

At the bottom of the pit, there were a lot of rats, and a group of older people above shouted and helped. So Ko Mya Saung and his friends took the wooden sculpture and climbed into the pit.

After knocking off the dirt stuck to the sculpture and rinsing it with clean water, the entire figure appeared.

Well... but the sculpture is not complete and complete, so I don't know what it is. If the body is not complete... the wooden sculpture is cut off at the neck.

I mean, the whole body was completely mangled and deformed, but the head was missing. The limbs were broken from the elbows to the knees, and it was impossible to even guess what kind of posture they were in.

Looking at the statue's body, it's a beautiful statue. It has spikes on its shoulders and a pair of fangs or something... "Huh... this statue is the 'village god' statue that protects our village" - Abkam said in a loud voice...

Everyone watching went, "Ha..." In fact, Father Kan himself was just blurting out whatever was on his mind.

You know? The sculpture has sharp spikes on its shoulders. It has a pair of fangs, so I imagined, "This... must be a god."

But look... the tone of Father Kan's words is really...

Aung Kyi, the kind of greeting that comes from seeing a close relative who has been separated from him for many years, "I just remembered Aung Malai..."

So... the rest of the adults also became annoying and annoying.

"I heard our ancestors say..."

"King Sri Dhamma Soka sent missionaries to nine regions and nine places..." They say whatever they want. Here's the problem. If they want to elaborate on something that is not obvious, they often bring up the story of King Sri Dhamma Soka's eighty-four thousand pagodas and King Alaungsithu's journey on a raft. ,

Ko Mya Saung was not interested in this unknown toy. As he was preparing to go back down the well, Abkam

"My sons, try hard, this is... the 'village chief' has clearly shown the location. If you keep digging here, the water will come out and you will die."

Ko Mya Saung was stunned for a moment. Then... he thought to himself...

"Ha... My father said... "The village chief" didn't show it. They dug here because they knew for sure that water would come out from the beginning."

The father was shocked by his son's rude words. Then... "You young people, it's hard."

What... is it okay to be a good person? Ko Mya Saung and his friends slowly went down into the hole to relieve their hot ears.

I think it was just luck. The water came out earlier than expected, only fifty feet deep.

The water in the well is fresh, so it's cold and clear.

It was there that a certain father, by fate, became obsessed with the 'village god' and began to believe in him.

You know, right?

It's easy to believe in fate. Once you believe in it, it's permanent. You can't get rid of it.