Short Stories

In ancient times there was a man named Jaina. He came to write poetry. For more than twenty years he has been involved in prostitution, how many of his families have been crushed, how many have been unjustly injured; So how much money he has stolen. His wife soon died without a child so his money was not spent. In addition to burial, he brought money to the farm. His field is flown straight, each harvest harvest thousands of "bush" rice.