THE WOLF

 A butcher was returning home after selling meat, and it was getting late in the evening. Suddenly, a wolf came, looking at the meat in his load, and seemed to want to eat it very much, and followed him for several miles, step by step. The butcher was afraid, and when he showed his knife to the wolf, the wolf took a few steps back; when he started, the wolf followed him again. The butcher had no choice but to think that the wolf wanted to get the meat, so he might as well hang the meat on the tree for the time being and come back for it in the morning. So he hooked the meat with a hook and hung it on the tree on his tiptoes, signaling to the wolf that the load was empty. Only then did the wolf stop following. The butcher then went straight home. Early the next morning he went to fetch the meat, and was astonished to see from a distance a very large object hanging from a tree, as if a man had hanged himself. He hesitantly approached, and what was hanging there turned out to be a dead wolf. He looked up and saw that the wolf's mouth contained meat, and the hook was stuck into the wolf's palate, just like a fish swallowing bait. At that time, the wolf skin was very expensive, worth more than ten taels of silver, the butcher made a small fortune. In the past, there was a joke about climbing a tree to catch a fish, while the wolf went up a tree to die, it is also too ridiculous!

 A butcher was returning home at night, having sold all the meat in his burden, and having only the bones left to sell. There were two wolves on the road that followed him for a long time. The butcher got scared and threw a bone to the wolves. One wolf got the bone and stopped, the other wolf still followed. He threw another bone, then the wolf stopped, and the other wolf followed; the bones in the load were all gone, and the two wolves were still running side by side. The butcher was in great distress and anxiety, fearing that he might be attacked by them both before and after him. He saw a threshing-floor in the field, and the owner of the field piled up stacks of wood in the middle of the field, and covered them with a curtain of grass, like a small hill. The butcher then ran over and leaned under the stacks, put down his burden and held his meat knife in his hand. The wolves did not dare to approach and stared at him with wide eyes. After a while, one wolf went away; the other crouched and sat down in front of him like a dog, and after a long time, the wolf's eyes seemed to be closed, and his look was leisurely. The butcher jumped up violently, struck the wolf in the head with his knife, and, with a few more cuts, killed it. As he was about to leave, he turned to look behind the woodpile again, and saw a wolf with a hole in the center, looking as if it was going to fight its way in and attack him from behind. It was already halfway in, showing only its butt and tail. The butcher slashed its hind legs from behind and killed it as well. The butcher then realized that the wolf in front of him had pretended to be sleeping, so he wanted to use it to tempt his opponent. The wolf was also cunning enough! But in the twinkling of an eye, both wolves were killed. How much more cunning can a beast be, but only to add to the joke!

 A butcher was walking at night and was being chased by wolves. By the side of the road there was a hut left by a farmer who ploughed at night, and the butcher ran in and lay down. The wolf poked his paws through the straw. The butcher hurriedly grabbed the paw so that the wolf could not slip away. There was just no way to kill it. There was only a small knife less than an inch long by his side, so he cut the skin under the wolf's paw and blew the wolf in the same way as he blew a pig. After blowing hard for half a day, I felt that the wolf did not move much, and only then did I tie a band around the knife. When he came out, the wolf was swollen like a cow, its legs were straight and could not be bent, and its mouth was open and could not be closed. He then carried the wolf home. How could he have come up with such a solution if he was not a butcher?