At that time, there was no such thing as hand cream masks, and my wife applied alabaster to her hands every day, applying a thick layer. The doctor also asked for countless ones, and took a lot of medicine. But the skin of her hands grew harder and harder, and at last they resembled snakeskin. The habit of grabbing haystacks is getting worse and worse, and even when eating, my hands are no longer able to pinch chopsticks, so I use my hands to grab rice and vegetables.

The wife fell ill in panic and died soon after. On the day of his wife's death, the child of the seventh girl happened to be as big as the seventh girl of the year, no more and no less every day.

The person who dressed his wife in a shroud at the time of the funeral

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