Once upon a time there was a miser. He hid his gold under a tree. Every week he used to dig it up.

从前，有个守财奴将他的金块埋到一棵树下，每周他都去把它挖出来看看。

One night a robber stole all the gold. When the miser came again， he found nothing but an empty hole.

一天晚上，一個小偷挖走了所有的金块。守财奴再来查看时，除了一个空洞什么都没有发现。

He was surprised， and then burst into tears. All the neighbors gathered around him. He told them how he used to come and visit his gold.

守财奴便捶胸痛哭。哭声引来了邻居。他告诉他们这里原来有他的金块。

“Did you ever take any of it out？” asked one of them. “No，” he said， “I only came to look at it.”“Then come again and look at the hole，” said the neighbor， “it will be the same as looking at the gold.”

问明了原因后，一个邻居问：“你使用过这些金块吗？”“没用过，”他说，“我只是时常来看看。”“那么，以后再来看这个洞，”邻居说，“就像以前有金块时一样。”

（伟大的馒头 摘）