But poverty weighed heavily on them. Winter was harsh, and soon they had barely a handful of rice left. Seeing their worry, the girl said, “Father, Mother, do not fret. I can weave. But you must promise me one thing: you must never look into the room while I am weaving.”
What she saw made her gasp.
Delighted, they agreed.
The old man did as she said. The cloth fetched a fortune, and the couple’s worries melted away. tsuru no ongaeshi story