The Three Fu's

In Sweat-Of-Face, just off the royal seat, the three Fu's, Fu, Fu and Fu, till a little field. What they grow on it is the stuffing for the high hats of the officials. Provided all the harvest isn't eaten by their neighbour's cows or the emperor's dragons or if it doesn't get weedy with a thicket of walking-sticks, the Fu's collect the harvest into their back-baskets, saddle-up one of their women and set off to a fair in town. But, so it goes: there is a good harvest of hats and a poor harvest of officials. And so the three Fu's bring their crops home to be used as fuel, come down hard on their women and live from hand to mouth.
One day, after the rainy season is over, Fu saddles his woman and goes to see whether the stuffing for the officials has swollen enough. But what does he see: an army had pitched a camp in the field. Everything has been trampled by horses, the women are preparing mash for the soldiers. Well, Fu raised his voice in front o f the captain's tent and the captain ordered his eunuchs to pay Fu a bag.
And now the story speeds-up. Fu, of course, wants to cheat his brothers and instead of going home, hurries away to the mountains. But the Fu's quickly learn about this, jump into their saddles and spur their women after him. And as two are always quicker than one, they will get him when he, on a fresh woman, rides out of the gate of the border station.
They jump on him, cut his head off, cut off the lovely, bulgy money bag, then they tie their women to poles and go to refresh themselves. But they are unlucky; the bar-keeper is nothing but smiles, however he's a cunning old devil. The last scene takes place under the shining moon.