There is such a folk story circulating in Jianli, Hubei Province, which is very interesting, the story is not long, please listen to me slowly. It is said that in the early days of the Republic of China, in Jiannan (southern Jianli, Hubei), there was a family surnamed Guo

There is such a folk story circulating in Jianli, Hubei Province, which is very interesting, the story is not long, please listen to me slowly. It is said that in the early days of the Republic of China, Jiannan (southern Jianli, Hubei), there was a family surnamed Guo, the owner was more than forty years old, quite capable, operating a dyeing house, the family had a big business, some achievements, and the family's life was smooth. There was an unexpected storm in the sky, and his wife Wang Shi suddenly fell ill and unfortunately died. Tears sent away the Wang family, Guo Yuanwai was listless all day, had no intention of taking care of business, relatives and friends saw the situation, worried, so he gave him another room, named Zhang Shi, quite posture, and well-behaved, smart and hardworking, a few months younger than the eldest son of the Guo family. Guo Yuanwai got a beautiful wife in middle age, overjoyed, the days gradually returned to normal, so after two years, unexpectedly the eldest son was seriously ill, a disease can not afford, Zhang Shi tirelessly, asked the doctor to take medicine, careful treatment, but still did not save his son's life. The couple was grieving and crying. On the day of the funeral, there were many people who came to see off, some people came to send the deceased on their last journey, and some came to listen to how the Wang clan cried, to put it bluntly, to see the Joke of the Wang Clan. There are Mr. Langzhong, carpenters, tailors, monks and Taoists, these people usually have some contacts with the Guo family, some intersection, and some bad-eyed people. Wang Shi saw the situation, knew that the comers were not good, and was also prepared to deal with it. When he came out of the funeral, he cried out: "Son, my son who is suffering, I have never given birth to an old woman, sir, my son." It wasn't until the spring of the previous year that I met my son. Her face has changed, like my son. Although not my own child, the Word is my son. I am married to your Father, and why am I not my son? And now that I'm gone, why don't I teach the old lady to tear up?! "Mr. LangZhong, the tailor carpenter, the Taoist monk, the monk, all of them slipped away when they heard this.