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$DOGS One day, the king summoned his three ministers and asked each minister to take a bag and go to the palace garden to fill it with the best fruits and crops, on the condition that they do the job themselves without help from anyone. 👮 **The first minister** was careful to choose the best fruits and crops until he filled his bag with good things. 👮 **The second minister** thought that the king would not care about what he collected, so he collected the fruits lazily and carelessly, mixing the good with the bad. 👮 **The third minister** did not think that the king would care about what he collected, so he filled his bag with weeds and grass. The next day, the king ordered the three ministers to be imprisoned, each with his bag, in a remote prison for a month without food or drink. 👮 **The first minister** survived by eating the good fruits he collected. 👮 **The second minister** lived with difficulty, relying on the little good things he collected. 👮 **The Third Minister** died of hunger. The question now is: What type are you? You are now in the garden of this world, and you have the freedom to collect good or bad deeds. But when the Day of Judgment comes, what will benefit you other than the good deeds you collected in your life? ✒ **Conclusion**: Be sure to collect good deeds in this world to enjoy them in the afterlife, because regret later is of no use. I would be happy if you follow me for more lessons and useful articles

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