A broker in the Qing dynasty, Mr. Zhang, crossed the Yangtze River from the north to the city of Jiangning (present day Nanjing), to collect a debt. He planned to return home for the New Year holiday right before the year ended. At the first light of dawn, he got ready to leave the city with his belongings on his shoulder. However, he had left too early and had to wait under the eavestrough of a building in the market for the city gate to be opened.
After waiting for some time, Mr. Zhang felt a wave of fatigue. He put down his cloth bag filled with money, sat on it, and closed his eyes to rest. When the city gate opened, he rushed to the gate with his belongings on his shoulder, completely forgetting the cloth bag he had been sitting on. When he realized he did not have the bag with him, he was already more than one li (about 0.3 miles) away. He immediately hurried back to the site. But the marketplace had opened and was already crowded with people. His bag was gone.
Mr. Zhang frowned and hovered nearby, hoping that someone might return his bag. An elderly man appeared and asked what had happened. He listened, then invited Mr. Zhang to his home and said, “I found an item on the ground when I opened the door this morning. I don’t know if it is yours.” Mr. Zhang replied, “I lost two envelopes, each with a certain amount of silver bullion. The larger one belongs to my boss and the smaller one is mine.” The elderly man checked the items in the bag, which were exactly as Mr. Zhang had described. He thus returned the bag to Mr. Zhang.
Mr. Zhang was moved to tears and wished to thank him by giving him his own silver bullion. The elderly man smiled and replied, “I would not have told you about the bag if I loved money so much. Do you understand?” Mr. Zhang asked the elderly man his name and left for home.
When Mr. Zhang was waiting by the river for the ferry, a strong wind suddenly started up. Many boats capsized, and many passengers were drowning. Seeing this terrible scene, Mr. Zhang had a compassionate thought: “I recovered the lost bullion today. It can be said that I regained my life.” Using all of his own money, he hired people to rescue those who were drowning. Several dozen people were saved by his compassionate thought.
All the survivors came to thank Mr. Zhang for saving them. One of them happened to be the son of the elderly man who had returned Mr. Zhang’s lost bag to him. He was on his way home to Jiangning after finishing business north of the Yangtze River. Mr. Zhang was surprised about this. He then told his own story to those present, and everyone was amazed at the miracle. They realized it must be the heavenly law of good is rewarded with good. Later, these two families became relatives by marriage.
In this story, the elderly man did not keep the fortune he found for himself and did not ask for a reward for doing a good deed. He not only saved Mr. Zhang from his difficulty, but also planted a seed in Mr. Zhang’s heart to do good deeds, thus laying an opportunity for his own son to be saved later.
Can you imagine what might have happened if the elderly man had kept it for himself? Mr. Zhang might have committed suicide over the huge financial loss, and in turn, would not have had the chance to save many people from drowning, including the son of the elderly man. Even if Mr. Zhang did not commit suicide and was compassionate toward those who were drowning, he would not have had the money to hire people to help rescue them. On the other hand, it would have been worse if Mr. Zhang had not cared about those who were drowning because of his own misfortune. An old saying advises, “Doing good deeds without seeking repayment will inspire others to be compassionate and resolve your own tribulation; helping others accumulate wealth to do good deeds and you will receive help from others.
Finally, the following saying provides sound advice, “It is better do small good deeds to build up fortune for the future than to sigh over the decline in morality; it is better to help others every day so that you might be helped in hard times than to sigh over degenerate morals.”
Story from Xi Chao Xin Yu by Xu Xiling and Qian Yong from the Qing Dynasty