Once upon a time there were three brothers who divided the old story

Once upon a time, there was a man who had three sons, and had no possessions except the house in which he lived. All three sons wanted the house after their father's death, but the old man loved them all equally and didn't know who to give the house to. But he could have sold the house and given them the money! But the house had been passed down from his ancestors, and the old man could not sell it. Finally he came up with a good idea, he called his three sons to him and said, "Now you all go out to learn an art, and when you return from your studies, the house will go to whoever is the most skillful."

The sons agreed with this idea. The oldest wanted to be a blacksmith, the second a shaver, and the third a famous swordsman. They made an appointment to come home for a "tournament" and went their separate ways.

As luck would have it, they each found a master who was skilled enough to learn the art. The blacksmith specialized in nailing the palms of the king's mounts, thinking, "The house must be mine!" The shaver, who specialized in the face of dignitaries, also thought that the house was his. The fencing apprentice was not as successful, and was beaten repeatedly, but he gritted his teeth and got through it, thinking, "If I'm afraid of being beaten, I'll never get the house!"

The appointed time came, and the three brothers returned to their father on time. But they didn't know how to find the best opportunity to show off their respective skills, so they had to sit down and talk it over. Just then, a rabbit suddenly ran across the field, "Haha! Just in time." The shaver said, only to see him pick up the basin and soap, when the rabbit ran close, quickly on the rabbit body smeared with soap lather, just as the rabbit is still running at the same time, in a swift manner to give the rabbit a short shave, not the slightest injury to the skin. "Well done!" The old man praised, "If your brother is less than you, the house is yours!"

A short while later, a nobleman was seen galloping up in a carriage. The blacksmith said, "Father, look at me!" He caught up with the carriage in a few steps, and in an instant he had four brand new horseshoes for a speeding horse. "Not bad! You're not a bit behind your brother." Father was now in a dilemma, "To whom shall I give the house?" At that moment the oldest spoke up, "Father, it's time for me to make a go of it, if you like." The sky happened to rain, only to see him pull out his sword, kept waving it above his head, but it was dripping, without the slightest trace of wetness on his body. The rain became heavier and heavier, and then it became a torrent, and the sword in his hand danced faster and faster, and his body was still not stained with the slightest drop of rain, as if he were in the middle of the house. When his father saw this, he was astonished and said, "You are the most skillful, and the house is yours!"

So everything went as promised, and the two elder brothers were convinced of the result. As the three of them were very much in love, they did not want to be separated from each other, so they all stayed in the house, each practicing his own art. Since they each had a skill and were smart, they made a lot of money. They lived happily together until they were old. Finally, one of the brothers got sick and died first, and the other two were very sad, and soon they died one after another, because they were so much in love with each other, people buried them together in the same grave.