There was a carpenter. The old woman was going somewhere wearing all her jewelry. What was the jewel? These were the ear-rings. He had arms around his neck and a necklace around his neck. But all these ornaments were of gold. Two thugs followed the helpless old woman. Both were cunning, cunning and cunning. The two were close friends. They both wanted to grab all the jewelry from the old woman. But even the old woman did not bleach her hair in the sun.
They were thugs. This old woman was also his grandmother. I am going to the city, the old woman replied. Then it went well. Big
Aman, we are also going to the city. The other thug spoke. Yes son! Well done The old woman said, "After walking a short distance, a fraudster spoke." Son! Which story should I tell? You say something. Let's say it. The other thug spoke. But big mother is a condition.
That is, if you lie about our story, we will take off your bracelets. The old woman accepted his condition and started telling a thug story. We had a cow. He had very beautiful, thick eyes. There were long, long ears. She used to give us so much milk that we used to get tired of milking her, but the milk still did not run out. What was special about it was that if we sat on the right horn of it, we would reach the west and when we sat on the left, we would reach the east. When Pakistan was formed, when we were coming to Pakistan with the caravan, we were attacked by rioters. ۔ A thunderous bullet came and hit our cow, which piled up helplessly. I was very sorry.
The old woman said regretfully. Great mother! Now tell me something. Seeing that the arrow did not hit the target, the thug said, "Shall I listen?" Said the old woman. If you misunderstand me, you will have to pay one hundred rupees. The thug said. We approve. Then listen, sons! When I got married, my father gave me a bull as a dowry. It was a good bull. He didn't say anything to anyone, once another bull in the field had to fight with him. We fought so hard that our bull got a good wound on his forehead. We treated him well but the wound could not be healed. What God did was that the cotton seed fell from somewhere in his wound. In time, it became a very good plant. There was such a fine cotton in it that what can I tell you, we started collecting that cotton. So much cotton was accumulated that there was no space left in the house, our bulls were talked about from house to house, people used to come from far and wide to see this unique bull. Seeing his cotton and building bridges of appreciation. Now we have so much cotton
It became difficult to handle. We began to cut it into strips and make its cloth into lata, made various kinds of clothes, including khis, two of which were stolen somewhere. Son! God forbid, these jokes that you are wearing are the ones that were stolen. Please take off this joke. Both thugs gave their laughter to the carpenter and did it. The condition that was. Were forced Yes, son! The old woman then began the story. We made muslin out of this cotton. One of the muslin stalls was lost. These are your turbans, they belong to the same place, take them off too. They also took off their turbans. If they did not take it off, they would pay 100 rupees as per the condition. Now the city was near. A thug spoke. Big Mom! Feeling hungry.
Good son Understand that the city has come. I want to sell my bracelets. Sell the bracelets and then they will sit comfortably and eat somewhere. Walking with the old woman, he began to run the horses of strategy on the roads of his mind. Now they had reached the city. There was a lot of activity everywhere. I used to get lost. The old woman took off her bracelet and said to him: Son! The goldsmith's shop has arrived. You sit here and I will sell my bracelets. They sat down near the goldsmith's shop and the old woman reached the goldsmith's shop. What do you want mom The goldsmith asked. I want to sell my two servants, they are sitting in front.
We need servants very much. The goldsmith said. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content. What is the value of both? Three hundred rupees. The old woman said and the matter was settled at two hundred rupees. Let me ask the servants whether one of them wants to sell or both. The old woman said and then began to ask aloud. Son! One batch or both? The answer came from there. Mother! Sell both Where to put one? The old woman sold the two thugs to the goldsmith for two hundred rupees and came to them and said. Son! You sit here I will bring you food. Come and get some sweets! Both of them said and the old woman said a good thing and it became nine two eleven. After a while, the goldsmith called him and ordered him to shake the rivers, but he found out the truth and he said. Hey, she turned out to be our grandmother too ...
