After my mother died, my dad married a pretty widow from the military compound.
The woman even brought a burden along with her.
A few years later, my stepsister and I were both old enough to be betrothed.
She married a high-ranking officer in the army,
while I married a poor educated youth who had been sent to the countryside.
Unexpectedly, the officer was badly injured on a mission and left bedridden.
Meanwhile, the poor educated youth got into college, was assigned a position at a government institution, and rose through the ranks.
My stepsister spent five years as a widow, unable to take it any longer and demanding to remarry.
My father had always doted on her, but no matter how much she protested, he refused to agree.
Then I accidentally caught her cheating with a married man.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to six years earlier!
This time, my stepsister said she would take my place and go to the countryside!
I laughed!
Why would anyone choose a hard life in the countryside when they could enjoy an easy one?
