有时候,受伤,未尝不是另一种成全。清朝时,淄川有一个穷小子,腊月将尽,还缺吃少穿,他不知道这个年怎么过。穷极无聊,想出一个馊主意。这天,他操着一根棍子,悄悄伏在墓穴中,希望能等到孤身路过这里的人,然后,劫掠一点东西。等了半天,也不见一个人来,凛冽的西风,吹得他瑟瑟发抖,他都快绝望了。就在这时候,有一个老头背着东西经过这里。他大喝一声,操着棍子冲了出来。老头哪里见过这阵势,一边哆嗦,一边求饶,说自己是个穷光蛋,身上背着的米, Sometimes it is not uncommon to be injured. When the Qing Dynasty, Zichuan had a poor boy, the twelfth lunar month will be done, still lacking in food and clothing, he did not know how this year. Extremely boring, come up with a 馊 idea. This day, he manipulated a stick, quietly vault in the tomb, hoping to wait until the people who passed by, and then grab something. Waited for a long time, did not see a person, the cold wind, blowing he shiver, he almost desperate. Just then, an old man was carrying something across. He shouted and rushed out of the stick. Where the old man saw this battle, while trembling, while begging for mercy, saying he was a poor man, carrying the body of rice,