Milky well

Hannyaji

Have you ever thought of life?
As electricity and gas are not widespread, farming and housework were labor-intensive labor.
Also, it was very difficult for the mother's milk because of the lack of powdered milk or milk.
It's a story of such an era.
In Shimonagaya, there was a bride who was in trouble because milk did not come out.
They eat poor and can't rest among farmers who want as many workers as possible.
She sucked the milk that did not come out, and saw her child crying, and she was at a loss as to whether she would not come out.
There was an old woman from the village who noticed such a bride.
The old woman was once one of the hardships of milk. The mother's heart who wants to grow with her own milk, and the pain of being blamed for not being satisfied as a bride. It coincided with her own memories, and the old woman could understand the feelings of her bride.
The old woman whispered to her wife.
"Let's go to Hannyaji. I cook the porridge with the water in the well there. I'm going to have plenty of milk. I'll do it."
My wife did it as she said.
Then, mysteriously, the milk had grown in a whole.

Hannyaji

"Oh, oh, oh!"
"Oh, I'll give you some milk now."
"Ukkun, Ukkun,"
"That's right? I have plenty of drink."
Seeing my child sleeping satisfactorily, the bride was grateful and grateful.
The bride, who raised her child well, gently taught me when she saw a mother who was in trouble because she didn't have milk.
"Let's go to Hannyaji."
Thus, the wells at Hannyaji Temple in Shimonagaya spread as a “milking well” and came to get water from a long distance.
It's a pity that there is no such thing now.

This is a story recorded in "Hometown Konan's Old Story".
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