- Dec 2, 2005
Mokusen's disiciple complained of his wife's stinginess.
Mokusen visited her, showing his clenched fist before her face.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the surprised woman.
"Suppose my fist were always like that. What would you call it?" he asked.
"Deformed," replied the woman.
Then he opened his hand flat in her face and asked:
"Suppose it were always like that. What then?"
"Another kind of deformity," said the wife.
"If you understand that much," finished Mokusen,
"you are a good wife." Then he left.
After his visit, this wife helped her husband to distribute as well as to save.