铜锣庄从前有个男人,名叫冯老九。他缺衣少食,穷得叮当响,单有一个70岁的老娘陪他受苦。他倒是孝顺,讨得一口饭先尽老娘吃饱。这天出门打短工,回家遇上大风雪,天黑路断,只好在一座破庙里歇脚。神台后面合衣打个盹,迷迷糊糊耳朵里有动静。睁眼一看,庙里晃进三个黑影。仔细看时,不由得吓出一身冷汗:原来进来的是一头老虎,一匹老狼,一只狐狸。他紧 Tongluo Zhuang once had a man named Feng Laojiu. He was poorly dressed, poorly clinking, and had a 70-year-old mother alone with him. He’d rather filial piety, begging for a meal to make his anastress full. Go out to work on the day short-sleeved, come home to meet the snowstorm, the dark road off, had to rest in a broken temple. Tuxedo behind the gods to take a nap, drowsiness in the ears. Open your eyes, the temple Akira into three shadows. Carefully looked, could not help but scared a cold sweat: the original came in is a tiger, a wolf, a fox. He is tight