The following Saturday, it was once again the turn of the youngest daughter-in-law. After attending to all chores, she was about to start cooking when she heard the familiar voice. It was the beggar asking for oil. She came and asked, "You came here some days ago and I gave you oil. Haven.t you got rid of the rashes and itching?" She went inside, fetched the bottle of oil, and poured some oil into his hands. As he smeared the body, she said, "You may go and take a bath in that pond and by the time you come back, I shall have prepared food."
Like on the previous day, he came with a platter made of leaves. He ate the food and blessed the woman. "May you always cook and enjoy hearty meals! May you and your husband enjoy long life!" On his way out, he pushed the platter into the roof and went away. The girl noticed what he was doing but kept quiet.
In the evening, everybody relished the food the girl had cooked. The farmer raised his head and said, "The whole thing is strange! One Saturday, the food was missing; the following Saturday, the food went rotten with worms and insects. But today, the food is delicious! It looks as though the gods and goddesses are no longer angry with us! Wonder what happened today!"
The youngest daughter-in-law who, after serving everybody, had just then sat down to eat her meal. She narrated the visit of the beggar on two Saturdays when she was at home and also revealed how he had shoved the platter into the roof.
The farmer got up and went out to see whether the platters were still there. They were. When he pulled one platter, it came off into his hands, full of precious stones. He then pulled out the other platter and saw that it contained gold coins. There was surprise writ on the faces of the farmer, his three sons and their wives. The eldest and the second daughter-in-law now remembered the visits of the beggar and how they had sent him away without giving him oil or any food.
The farmer said, "I presume it was Lord Saneeswar himself who had come here in the guise of a beggar. He is now pleased and he has given us this gift for all time."
Their neighbours and other villagers soon heard the story and from then on they made oil a main offering to Saneeswar, whose day is Saturday.
