In my previous life, I devoted myself to my son. I scrimped and saved every day to find him a gentle, obedient wife, never imagining I was raising an ungrateful wretch.
At first, he only turned his cruelty on his helpless wife, tormenting her until she threw herself in front of a train.
Later, when I grew old and could no longer give him money, he carried me to the back hills and let the wolves tear me apart alive!
When I woke again, I was back on that very day. He was sitting by my bed, smoking his dry tobacco and saying he wanted to marry a wife.
I gave a cold laugh.
“Son, instead of waiting for me to save up enough to get you a wife, why don’t you change your name to Longing for a Wife, Bring Home a Wife, Find a Wife, or Thinking of a Wife?”
