It was a fable everyone living there knew well.
A rich man had a treasure that helped him become wealthy.
He grew old and had three sons but could not decide who should inherit his property and treasure.
So, he told his children,
"I am old and near death. This treasure can create a potion that can heal all ailments. However, when making the medicine, a cup of poisonous tea also comes into being, and the two are indistinguishable."
The old man took out two cups of tea. One smelled fragrant, and the other reeked horribly.
"My children, if someone is willing to test the tea for me, and they survive, they will be my heir. If not, their child, my grandchild, will inherit everything."
The eldest hesitated, he had his own business that, while not as successful as his father, was doing well. So, he declined.
The second also hesitated; he had many beautiful wives and decent property to live by.
Only the third son felt pity for his ailing father and steadfastly said,
