My family has been killing pigs for generations, and my brother Jiang Shan is even more proficient with a butcher knife. On the day of his wedding, rumors spread throughout the city that the new No. 1 Scholar also chose the same day to get married. Unexpectedly, it rained heavily, and the two sedan chairs were carried to the wrong door by mistake. By the time we found out, my pig-killing brother had already given the daughter of the minister, who was supposed to be the number one scholar's wife, to the bridal chamber! My father was so frightened that he almost died on the spot. My mother cried and said that she wanted to work as a cow or a horse for a young lady. But my new sister-in-law, holding an embroidery needle, pointed at my brother's butcher's knife that could cut cattle bones, and said softly, "Husband, please use the tip of your knife, because my golden thread is broken."
