Foreword:
This is a dream come true Dutch fortune myth. The source of the poor cobbler’s two pots: the poor cobbler, his wife and children live in poverty, but the poor cobbler is very optimistic and believes that one day they will encounter miracles. The poor cobbler had the same dream of getting rich for three consecutive days. Regardless of his wife’s persuasion, he went to the location of the dream to find out, but failed. After returning home, according to the location of the dream described by the beggar, he dug up two pots, one pot was filled with gold coins, and the other pot was filled with silver coins.
Once upon a time, there lived a poor cobbler in the Dutch town of “East Littens”. He spends his days bent over his workbench doing needlework. His wife was always frugal, but life was still very difficult, and it was even more difficult to support twelve children. The cobbler has always had a good wish, believing that one day he will have good luck, let the whole family live a good life, and everyone can have a full stomach. His wife thought he was delusional in believing in miracles, but she didn’t say a word to him, but looked at her husband contentedly.
The first time a poor cobbler dreamed of getting rich
One morning, after a simple breakfast, the cobbler said to his wife: “Last night I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I found a fortune on the Papenbru bridge in Amsterdam, and we got rich.”
His wife laughed and said, “Fortunately, Amsterdam is far away. Otherwise, I believe you would have gone there immediately. You really want to get rich and crazy, don’t you know that your dreams are fake?”
The cobbler didn’t say a word, and he went to work after breakfast. However, the dream he had the night before kept spinning in his mind, and at night, he still couldn’t forget it when he was about to go to bed.
The poor cobbler dreams of getting rich for the second time, which is the same as the first dream
No sooner had he fallen asleep than he had the same dream again: happiness awaited him on the Papenbru Bridge in Amsterdam.
The next morning, he said to his wife, “You know, I had the same dream as yesterday.”
His wife laughed again and replied, “Dreams day and night. Don’t believe your dreams, they are nothing but silly fantasies.”
The poor cobbler dreams of getting rich for the third time, which is exactly the same as the previous two dreams
But on the third night, he still had the same dream. So he got up and told his wife, “This is the third time I have this strange dream. I really have no choice but to go to Amsterdam.”
This time, instead of laughing, his wife flew into a rage and said to him in a stern tone: “Do you really want to give up your work for a stupid dream? If you leave, your customers will die.” If we go to another master, our whole family will starve to death.”
After dreaming of getting rich three times, the poor cobbler decided to try his luck at the place where the dream was located
But it’s no use for the wife to lose her temper, and the husband just won’t change his mind. As soon as he had finished his breakfast, he set off for Amsterdam.
As soon as he arrived in Amsterdam, he asked the first passerby he encountered to tell him how to get to the Papenbru Bridge. He came to the bridge, walked from one end to the other, and from the other end to this end, carefully searching every corner of the bridge, but found nothing special. He began to blame himself for his stupidity, but he was not willing to admit defeat so quickly.
The next day, he searched again on the bridge, but still found nothing. On the third day he came to the bridge again, and the situation was exactly the same as the previous two days. When night fell, a beggar suddenly stopped him and said to him: “I’m sorry, sir, I saw you on this bridge for three days in a row, as if you were looking for something, can you tell me what you are looking for? I’d be more than happy to help you.”
Went to the treasure-filled “Amsterdam City” in the dream, and failed to search for it for three days. Instead, the beggar laughed at the poor cobbler for his stupid behavior
The cobbler looked at the beggar carefully for a while and replied: “What I’m looking for, I’m sure you can’t find it either.”
“It’s hard to say, maybe I’ll find it, maybe I won’t find it at all…” replied the beggar in a mysterious tone, “but if you don’t tell me anything, I can’t help you already.”
The cobbler looked at the beggar more carefully, thought for a while, and then decided to tell him the secret in his heart. After hearing his narration, the beggar raised his head and laughed and said, “Hey! You are really crazy, how can you believe your dreams? I also had some strange dreams, but I am not as hot-headed as you, lost my mind. It’s a pity you don’t know what kind of weird dream I am having! I dreamed that there was steaming hot food on my table, and there was a bottle full of good wine, and a comfortable and warm bed… But all this is all ridiculous.”
“For example, in the past few days, I had the same dream three nights in a row. I dreamed that in a small town called East Littens, there lived a cobbler not far from the church. An iron pot full of gold and silver was buried under a post in the garden of the cobbler’s house. Do you believe I’m going there right away? Absolutely not. If I had to travel so far for such a stupid thing, I would not have such a mental illness!
According to the description of the beggar’s dream of getting rich, the poor cobbler decided to return to his hometown to dig “a pot full of gold and silver”
The cobbler felt his heart beating violently, and with difficulty he restrained his emotions and said to the beggar, “There may be some truth in what you said. I’d better go home.”
Then they bade each other goodbye, and the cobbler set off immediately, and at last reached his own house.
“Ah, you’re back at last!” his wife shouted at him. “Did you find what you were looking for? You ran for nothing and returned empty-handed, but you are lucky to come back safely!”
After returning home, the poor cobbler dug the first pot (the source of the two pots is the iron pot full of gold coins)
The cobbler ignored him, so he immediately picked up the shovel and ran quickly to the garden.
His wife followed him, and this time she got really impatient.
“What new discovery do you have? What the hell are you trying to do? Put down the shovel and get your shoe needle! Your customers are very unhappy, their leather shoes are still there and have not been repaired !”
The cobbler still ignored his wife. He went up to the garden post and began to dig down hard, though his wife raised her hands to the sky and yelled at him sharply, but he was deaf to it. After a while, he suddenly bent down and dug out an iron pot full of gold coins from under the pillar. Only then did he turn to his wife and ask, “Now you don’t have anything to say? Do you still think my trip to Amsterdam is a fool’s errand?”
They decided not to reveal their wealth to anyone, but to continue living as before. They hid the gold coins in a safe place, but the wife cooked in a pot with some foreign writing on it that they didn’t understand. As time goes by, they have long forgotten about it.
The pot dug by the poor cobbler was discovered by the priest, and he learned from the priest that there was a second pot (the source of the two pots was an iron pot filled with silver coins)
One day a priest came to their house, and sitting across from the stove, he spotted the pot at a glance.
“Where did you find it?” the priest asked them curiously.
The cobbler’s wife replied indifferently: “This is an old pot I bought from a blacksmith. There are some foreign words written on the pot, and we can’t understand what it means.”
The priest moved closer to the cauldron to get a closer look. He read the inscription on the pot and said: “I see, it’s written in Latin, and it means: Under this pot there is a second pot. That’s incredible.”
The cobbler didn’t answer him.
“Well, knowing this is no different from not knowing. I don’t think it’s any use.” the pastor added.
The poor cobbler dug the second pot (the source of the two pots is the iron pot filled with silver coins)
The cobbler finally waited patiently for the guest to go away. As soon as the guests had left, he took his shovel and ran to the garden. Sure enough, within a short while, he dug out a second pot filled with silver coins from the ground.
The poor cobbler is still engaged in his own work, because of two pots, the poor life becomes rich
The cobbler continued to do his work afterwards, hunched over his workbench, pulling needles and thread, and mending leather shoes. But then his children never went hungry again. His wife never said he was a lunatic again.
If you go to the small town of East Littens, you can also see a beautiful stone pillar in the cobbler’s garden, which tells people that this is where the cobbler dug the two pots.
