車生者，家不中貲，而耽飲，夜非浮三白不能寢也，以故 床頭樽常不空。一夜睡醒，轉側間，似有人共臥者，意是覆裳墮耳。摸之，則茸茸有物，似貓而巨，燭之，狐也，酣醉而犬臥。視其瓶，則空矣。因笑曰：“此我酒友也。”不忍驚，覆衣加臂，與之共寢，留燭以觀其變。半夜，狐欠伸，生笑曰：“美哉睡乎！”啟覆視之，儒冠之俊人也。起拜榻前，謝不殺之恩。生曰：“我癖於曲糱，而人以爲痴。卿，我鮑叔也，如不見疑，當爲糟丘之良友。”曳登榻，複寢，且言：“卿可常臨，無相猜。”狐諾之。生既醒，則狐已去。乃治旨酒一盛，耑伺狐。
车生者，家不中赀，而耽饮，夜非浮三白不能寝也，以故 床头樽常不空。一夜睡醒，转侧间，似有人共卧者，意是覆裳堕耳。摸之，则茸茸有物，似猫而巨，烛之，狐也，酣醉而犬卧。视其瓶，则空矣。因笑曰：“此我酒友也。”不忍惊，覆衣加臂，与之共寝，留烛以观其变。半夜，狐欠伸，生笑曰：“美哉睡乎！”启覆视之，儒冠之俊人也。起拜榻前，谢不杀之恩。生曰：“我癖于曲糱，而人以为痴。卿，我鲍叔也，如不见疑，当为糟丘之良友。”曳登榻，复寝，且言：“卿可常临，无相猜。”狐诺之。生既醒，则狐已去。乃治旨酒一盛，耑伺狐。
A scholar named Che, whose family had less than middling means, was given over to drink. At night he could not sleep until he had downed three full cups, so the jar at the head of his bed was never empty. One night he woke, and as he turned over it seemed someone was lying beside him. He thought it was only the clothes he had spread over himself, slipped off. He felt it: something furry, like a cat but bigger. He brought a candle: it was a fox, dead drunk and curled up like a dog. He looked at his jar: it was empty. He laughed. “This is my drinking companion.” He could not bear to startle it. He spread his clothes over it, laid an arm across it and slept beside it, leaving the candle burning to see what it would change into. In the middle of the night the fox yawned and stretched. Che laughed. “What a fine sleep!” He lifted the cover and looked: it was a handsome young man in a scholar’s cap. The young man got up and bowed before the bed, thanking him for sparing his life. “I have a weakness for the brew,” said Che, “and people think me a fool for it. You are my Bao Shu. If you have no doubts of me, let us be good friends on the hill of dregs.” He pulled him up onto the bed and they went back to sleep. “Come often,” he said. “Don’t be wary of me.” The fox promised. When Che woke, the fox had gone. So he prepared a full jar of fine wine and waited just for the fox.
抵夕，果至，促膝歡飲。狐量豪善諧，於是恨相得晚。狐曰：“屢叨良醞，何以報德？”生曰：“鬥酒之歡，何置齒頰！”狐曰：“雖然，君貧士，杖頭錢大不易。當爲君少謀酒貲。”明夕來，告曰：“去此東南七里，道側有遺金，可早取之。”詰旦而往，果得二金，乃市佳餚，以佐夜 飲。狐又告曰：“院後有窖藏，宜發之。”如其言，果得錢百馀千，喜曰：“囊中已自有，莫漫愁沽矣。”狐曰：“不然，轍中 水胡可以久掬？合更謀之。”異日，謂生曰：“市上荍價廉，此奇貨可居。”從之，收荍四十馀石，人咸非笑之。未幾，大旱，禾荳盡枯，惟荍可種，售種，息十倍。由此益富，治沃田二百畝。但問狐，多種麥則麥收，多種黍則黍收，一切種植之早晚，皆取決於狐。日稔密，呼生妻以嫂，視子猶子焉。後生卒，狐遂不複來。
抵夕，果至，促膝欢饮。狐量豪善谐，于是恨相得晚。狐曰：“屡叨良酝，何以报德？”生曰：“斗酒之欢，何置齿颊！”狐曰：“虽然，君贫士，杖头钱大不易。当为君少谋酒赀。”明夕来，告曰：“去此东南七里，道侧有遗金，可早取之。”诘旦而往，果得二金，乃市佳肴，以佐夜 饮。狐又告曰：“院后有窖藏，宜发之。”如其言，果得钱百馀千，喜曰：“囊中已自有，莫漫愁沽矣。”狐曰：“不然，辙中 水胡可以久掬？合更谋之。”异日，谓生曰：“市上荍价廉，此奇货可居。”从之，收荍四十馀石，人咸非笑之。未几，大旱，禾荳尽枯，惟荍可种，售种，息十倍。由此益富，治沃田二百亩。但问狐，多种麦则麦收，多种黍则黍收，一切种植之早晚，皆取决于狐。日稔密，呼生妻以嫂，视子犹子焉。后生卒，狐遂不复来。
At nightfall the fox did come, and they sat knee to knee, drinking happily. The fox had a great capacity and a ready wit, and they were sorry they had not met sooner. “I have helped myself to your good wine so often,” said the fox. “How can I repay your kindness?” “The pleasure of a few measures of wine,” said Che, “why even mention it?” “Even so,” said the fox, “you are a poor scholar, and money for the end of your staff does not come easily. I should find you a little for your wine.” The next evening he came and said, “Seven li southeast of here, by the side of the road, someone has dropped some silver. Go early and pick it up.” At dawn Che went, and there were indeed two taels of silver. He bought fine dishes with them to go with the night’s drinking. Then the fox told him, “There is buried treasure behind your courtyard. You should dig it up.” He did as he was told and found more than a hundred thousand copper coins. “Now my purse holds its own,” he said happily. “No need to fret over buying wine.” “Not so,” said the fox. “How long can you go on scooping water out of a cart rut? We must think of something more.” Another day he said to Che, “Buckwheat is cheap in the market. This is rare goods worth hoarding.” Che did so, and laid in more than forty dan of buckwheat. Everyone laughed at him. Before long there was a great drought. The grain and the beans all withered; only buckwheat could be sown. He sold his buckwheat for seed and made ten times his money. After that he grew richer still and bought two hundred mu of good land. He would just ask the fox: when he planted more wheat, the wheat did well; when he planted more millet, the millet did well. When to sow each crop, early or late, was all for the fox to decide. Day by day they grew closer. The fox called Che’s wife “sister-in-law” and treated his son as a nephew. Later Che died, and the fox never came again.