1868年,一个男孩出生在瑞士苏黎世郊外的一个农家小院。家里唯一的财产就是一对石磨,父亲用它给村里人磨玉米粉维持生计。男孩17岁时,父亲大病一场,把他叫到床前说:“孩子,我只有这对石磨留给你,希望你能安心做一个磨夫。”男孩不甘心:“父亲,我希望能做些更有价值的事。”父亲叹息道:“那又怎样?难道你能从这石磨里磨出金子来?” In 1868, a boy was born in a small farmhouse on the outskirts of Zurich, Switzerland. The only property in the family was a pair of stone mills, which my father used to sustain the village people’s cornmeal. When the boy was 17 years old, his father had a serious illness and called him to the bed and said: “Children, I have only left you this stone, I hope you can be a peacemaker.” “The boy can not be reconciled:” Father I hope I can do something of more value. “” My father sighed: “So what?” Can you get gold from this stone mill? "