What are you doing? What time is it?
A huge yellow snake appeared in my dream
It came into my skirt
I was startled
and then realized it was dream
If a dragon or a yellow snake appear in one's dream
she can have a boy
It's good for you
Today is madam's birthday
She gave you this How kind she is
Hey, you!
If you make her cry
I'll kill you
How dare you are!
You don't know men
Do you?
You know nothing
The nobilities regard reputation as of great importance
They observe the decorums even in beds
It's silly
Do you understand?
Ha! Ha!
And what happened?
In the end, he's expelled
It's not easy to honor forefathers
Ha! Ha! Ha!
During the war
some people always carried about
their ancestral tablets and utensils with them
even if they starved
How dutiful they were!
Anyway in burning houses
many dutiful daughters and virtuous wives
took the tablets out first
then give up their children
Where does the spirit live in?
In the other world? In the grave?
Or in the shrine?
It's really confusing
We call out the spirit
after someone die
Yeah
On the roof, with clothes of the deceased
call his name 3 times
To make the spirit stay
in his own body
That's right
And before we shroud
we put the soaked rice
into the deceased's mouth thrice
And we also put the coins thrice
The rice is food for
going to the other world
And the coins are road money
Maybe it's a long way
Anyway I still don't get it
The sipirit goes to the other world with his body?
Or without the body?
Anyway after the body's buried
in other words after the spirit's gone
We carry the tablet along with us
and bring the spirit back
then start to weep
If we do that
the body of the deceased is in the grave
and the spirit of the deceased is in the house
That's right
The spirit is in the house now
but we still hold a rite for the deceased
Does that mean the spirit's still wandering in woods?
Maybe it's because
we can't assure ourselves where the spirit is
But for whom do we hold a rite anyway?
We keep tablets and spirits
of our forefathers in the shrine
Even if there's no shrine
we still keep the spirits and tablets in the house
So you can say that
the spirits stay in the house
But if we don't keep the tablets
in the shrine or house either
Where are the spirits?
They must be in their graves
We honor all our relatives passed away
at their graves
So you can say
first, the spirits stay home
and then go back to graves where their bodies were buried
Nobody knows
Where the spirit goes to and the other world is
It's a pallbearers' song
First part of the lyrics
Even the pallbearers don't know where it is
Huh! Huh!
Let me tell you a story
There was a gentleman
one day he had to lodge at a respectable home
Wholly unexpected
the day he lodged was the worship day
So the host and his wife
went to the grave to bring the spirit back
They treated the deceased with respect
What are you doing? You haven't changed yet
Get up!
She's pregnant
Is that true?
I think she's 2 months pregnant
She's tried so hard so far
Congratulate you, madam
Thank you
You are pregnant
Go your room and take a rest
She loses her appetite It must be a boy
Shut your mouth up!
I said when you're preparing food for a rite
you shouldn't say a word
Don't you remember?
She wants to be served by you so badly
So here you are
The heir of our family is in her womb
So you must serve her with all your heart
Here's your mother
Let me see your face
Mom, try this one There're plenty of these
They seem to be live for honoring the dead
they hold rites even thrice in a month
How about your back?
It's OK
Keep it
Where did you get these
Master gave these to me
He really likes me
What did I say?
You shouldn't fall in love
Don't worry He's not here
His family sent him to a temple for separating him from me
Drink it It's red pepper soup
Red peppers in this soup are from the house that have a boy
stand up
Take your skirt off
I stole the knife that was used by a woman who bore sons
This trinket is made of that
All of these are for having a boy
Take it along with you Always!
What makes human noble is education
A pregnant woman must teach the baby in her womb
It's called prenatal care
You're illiterate
So draw pictures and have a clear mind
I don't know how to draw a picture, madam
Don't you understand?
You draw well or not That isn't important
It's for teaching the baby
Hold the brush!
What are you doing?
I met master in my dream
I was worrying that I might have a girl
He said he doesn't care
He also said the deceased they're only ghosts
He said the same before
Tomorrow is the worship day of his great grandfather
He must come home
Master! Master!
You always think about him
He's a aristocrat and we are not!
Baby moves, mom
It kicks so hard makes me startle
It is said that a hard kicker must be a boy
Let me feel it
Don't do that!
She's right It must be a boy
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Here you are
six eggs at the sixth month
Are they going to hatch?
Absolutely!
Oh, my goodness
Oh, master
Please don't... We will be punished
Leave us alone for a moment
Master
Leave us alone, mom
Did you study at a temple?
What?
I just went on a tour
What did you do there?
I was thinking about rites for the deceased
As the proverb goes This world where we live in
is better than the other world
So the deceased want to stay here
with us
Did you miss me?
Did you think about me?
Baby's kicking
Feel it
Sometimes I startle
Don't do that
We will be finished
No matter what happened you shouldn't let her do that
Drub her!
Oh! Oh!
Mom!
I'm sorry I'm sorry, mom
My back...
It's killing me
It's getting worse
Why was you beaten before?
Ouch...
I became a surrogate at 21 years old
I gave birth to a son
After I was paid for the boy I left the house
But I missed my son so much
When he was six years old I went to meet him
I broke the rule
Here! Right here!
Here!
Hey!
Come on
Oh, my boy
Ah!
Then I went to jade gate valley
I was hired again
But this time I bore a girl It was you
And then nobody wants to take on me as a surrogate
That's the story
No! No! It's wrong
Madam?
It's too large
Get rid of some
Yes, madam
Put your shoulders like this
and don't forget to move heavily
Yippee!
Madam knows this...
She must be crazy I don't know
My goodness!
Watch your steps
My goodness!
If someone watch a masked dance
He can't even hold a rite in this house
What is she thinking?
Ouch!
Hey! Look at yourself
How ugly you are!
Anyway
Your mother gave birth to you...
So ugly...
Hey!
Let me see...
There's a monk
What are you doing? Asshole!
What's this?
I shoo him away
There's a 500-year-old snake He's sticking out his head
How filthy!
Hey! Listen to me!
She is in labor May it be a boy!
Push!
- Oh! - What's wrong?
Oh! Give me a chamber pot!
I got it
Ouch!
The surrogate girl has labor pains
You should pretend to feel pains
Madam is in labor
Get ready for that
Turn over the laundry stone And make a fire
Hurry up!
Oh!
Madam, she seems to have a hard labor
Give wheat-flour paste to her
All right! Take one more push
Oh!
Eat the paste
No! I won't!
It's good for you
She's right
- Eat the paste - Eat this
Oh!
Because you are so young You have a hard labor
You're too young
May a boy come down from heaven
- Oh, Mom - It's alright
Stand up, yes Stand up
Sit on the corner
and you can gain strength
Make your feet hot
For an easy delivery
Stand up
Stand up on it
Mom! It's burning!
Go to your master and tell him
Make the girl hold his waistband
Yes, madam
Oh!
Master! She's dying
Yeah!
Oh! I want to run away
You are not going anywhere
Take one more push
Try one more time
Oh! Oh!
It's coming
It's a boy
Mother! Congratulate you!
It's too good for us
Congratulate you!
Thank you
Mom, give him to me
This is the land register
It's 10 patches of paddy field
Live in there and never come back
You should leave tonight
You was in labor I know you don't feel well
But it's an order
You should leave
I want to see my son
Before I leave I want to see him again
Take me to him
Face the truth
They won't let you see him
He's my son
I have the right to see him
I have to see him
He's not your son
Let me go
Master will allow me to see him
Let me go! Let me go!
I don't need money I don't need field
I want to take my boy along with me
He's my son
I can't give him to them
I feel pain I feel sorrow
I'm human So are you!
No, we are not
Even if we look like human
We are not treated as human
Huh!
It's the last chance to see her face
Look at her!
One year later Oak-Nye killed herself
at the village where her son lives in
She was victimized by a notion of preferring sons to daughters