Two archers

There was an archer in the East Village, his bow was too strong, but he didn't have good arrows, and every time he went up the mountain to hunt, he couldn't catch the prey. The archer in Nishimura, his arrows are sharp, but he doesn't have a good bow, and every time he goes out hunting, he always returns empty-handed.
So, the archers of the East Village sighed and said, "My bow, no matter how good it is, it is in vain if there are no good arrows...... The archer of the West Village sighed and said: "My arrows, no matter how good they are, it is in vain without a good bow...... At this time, there happened to be an old man who could shoot arrows, and after listening to their words, he said: "Don't be pessimistic and disappointed, you tell him the skill of making a bow, and he will tell you the skill of making arrows, isn't it okay?"
The two archers from the East Village and the West Village listened and nodded their heads again and again.

The archers of the East Village, after having good arrows, returned with a full load every time they went up the mountain to hunt; The archers of the West Village, after having a good bow, every time they go out hunting, they are also full of prey.
The archers of the East Village, still humble and cautious, study hard and practice hard. Once, when he went up to the mountains to hunt, a fierce lion became his prey, which was rumored to be a good story. Nishimura's archers were self-righteous and triumphant. Once, when I went hunting in the mountains, I met a sinister gray wolf, but I was bitten on the arm by it and became disabled.

The archers of the East Village, who sang his name for a hundred miles. As long as the prey walks through his field of vision, there is no bird in the sky that misses, and it can shoot down in pairs with an arrow, so life is very rich. The archer in the West Village, whose arm was crippled, could not pull a bow and arrow at all, and could not shoot a rabbit for several years, so he had to eat wild vegetables to survive, and his family was very poor.

In this year, the archers of the eastern and western villages gave birth to a son at the same time. The descendants of the archers of the East Village have no worries about food and clothing, and live a life of bread and rain without wind and rain.

The descendants of Nishimura archers, who inherited their father's business, studied hard, and grew up to become an excellent archer.

A few years later, the descendants of the archers of the East Village were so poor that they begged for food; The descendants of the Nishimura archers, but they live happily ever after.