Once there was a farmer whose soil was so rich that he was the envy of all other farmers and anyone who tasted his crops. The other farmers got so sick of it that they held a meeting about what to do and came up with a plan to ruin him.
They invited the farmer to let them buy his rich soil at a profit to him that was at a price the farmer could not refuse. He could see the dismay that his rich soil caused them and even felt sorry for them because his farm’s rich soil was a mystery to him as well. He was just lucky and he understood how some people hate that in others while wanting it themselves. So to sweeten the pot and lessen the envy, he told the farmers that not only would he sell the soil but also deliver it to their farms.
The farmers agreed and looked like the cat that ate the canary as he signed the contract selling soil from his property. They were certain that they had tricked this fool into ruining his farm. All they had to do was buy enough of it over the course of the next few years. Meanwhile they imagined that the tastiness of their crops would allow them to raise their prices again to cover the cost of the plan to ruin his farm.
With the profit made by selling soil, he could easily hire people to dig and deliver it. So he hired two teams. One who lived in another village where he knew the other farmers did not go and he purchased property there. That team dug up the earth and filled barrel after barrel with soil from that property. He hired another team to deliver the barrels.
Years passed by and the farmers still received as many barrels of soil as they asked for. The farmer had the team who delivered the barrels do so with a magical sounding chant that actually had no effect other than to make the farmers feel as if they were receiving the rich soil. But the flavor of their crops did not improve. This was disappointing but the farmers were possessed by their plan. The idea of putting the farmer out of business by taking his soil consumed them.
Meanwhile the farmer with the richest soil got even richer off of his crops and his sale of soil to the farmers. He even increased his crops prices because he left a plot of his land empty to seem as if it was being used to dig the soil from for the barrels. And the folk that bought his crops didn’t mind because they understood that he had less to sell of what everyone wanted.
As the farmers saw their profits disappear and their debts increase, they became more desperate and their suspicions finally made them hire someone to spy on the farmer’s operations. They found out that the farmer had duped them into buying the soil from his other property. They took the farmer to their local court and explained the rich farmer’s plot to take advantage of them. To which, the local court asked the rich farmer to explain himself.
The farmer simply produced the document the farmers signed and it stated that they would pay the amount agreed upon for soil from his property. Then he proceeded to produce another paper that proved ownership of the land that he purchased and gave them soil from. Unfortunately, the local court could not process such evidence because it was a court made up of locals with many ties to the other farmers and their families. A few were even family.
Upon destroying the documents the other farmers claimed had been forged, the local court came to the conclusion that the farmer had in fact duped the other farmers and had caused them such economic hardship that his farm would have to serve as collateral. So they divided up the farm and finally enjoyed the profits from that land. Nor did they seem to care about how they had tried to ruin him and were angry at him for trying to dupe them in return. It was as if he should’ve known to just hand over his land.
The farmer went home to the property he had bought in that other village. The soil had been dug out to sell to the farmers so deeply that the farmer was worried about how to restore the land to produce the best possible crops. But then, he noticed the entry to a long forgotten tomb whose treasures made him wealthier than he could’ve been as a farmer. This spoiled the short-lived victory of the other farmers who now envied him more than before and feared him even more every day that he did not collect on his revenge.
The farmer waited for years until the other farmers assumed he had forgotten about them. The old team visited each farmer with a cart of barrels. The farmers were put in a barrel one by one and rolled down into the tomb. Sealed and buried, the farmers only broke out of their barrels to spend their last days alive stuck in the tomb yearning for a revenge they would never have. And the farmer went out in the pouring rain to relish this scenario going on under his feet. As he squished the mud between his toes in glee at his revenge, a lightning bolt struck him dead on the spot.