A traveling merchant entered a village inn. He had a large bale of goods behind him. And the owner of the hotel was a greedy woman. When she saw the bale, she wanted to have it. She took the merchant into the room, and she ran to her husband to get advice on how to lure a bale from the merchant. “It’s very easy to do,” her husband told her. “You need to pick some herbs, boil it and mix it into dinner.” Myoga grass takes away the memory. If the merchant eats it, he will certainly forget the bale with us.
The hostess did just that: she went to the garden, picked a full armful of myoga grass, boiled it and mixed the broth into all dishes, even into rice. And then she served it all to the merchant for dinner.
The merchant ate dinner and did not notice anything. Only his head began to spin a little and the blood rushed to his face; he felt sleepy. He went to his room, lay down and immediately fell asleep. The next morning he woke up at dawn with a heavy head, got ready and moved on.
The hostess waited until the merchant left the hotel, and immediately rushed to his room for the bundle. But the room turned out to be empty. The hostess examined everything, rummaged through everything. The bale is not a needle, it is not difficult to notice. But no matter how I searched, I couldn’t find him. Frustrated, she ran to her husband.
- There's no need for your grass! I shouldn't have cooked it. The merchant left and left us nothing.
- Can't be! Anyone who eats myoga grass will certainly forget something. Look hard! He must have forgotten something.
The hostess again rushed into the room where the merchant had spent the night, again looked around, rummaged through everything and again found nothing. Finally she stopped in the middle of the room and looked around in confusion. Suddenly she slapped herself on the forehead and shouted to the whole house:
- I forgot! Forgot!
Her husband heard her scream and ran to her.
- Well? Forgot what?
- I forgot to pay!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru