My sister-in-law has indeed gained weight again.

　　Her weight has reached 170 pounds, and my brother and mother are smiling from ear to ear.

　　There are two months left until the Lunar New Year, and they are confident that they can feed my sister-in-law to 200 pounds.

　　They never say these things behind my back.

　　Anyway, I can no longer become a 'year pig'.

　　My brother says that a 'year pig' must be a blissful little pig, unaware of its fate, only then will its meat be good.

　　At night, my brother bought a large cream cake, which is very rare and not sold in the village.

　　This is something my older brother bought early in the morning in the county.

　　My mom specifically sent me away, after all, cream cake is a big temptation for children.

　　She twisted the skin on my arm as a warning, "Those are all bought for your sister-in-law.

　　We made a promise with the pig collector that we want a 200 jin pig." "They've already given the money, don't cause any trouble!" My mom took me to the temple to burn incense and pray for the smooth operation of our pig farming.

　　Inside the temple, there were no lights on, only two white candles lit.

　　There were two ceramic jars in the corner.

　　One of them was pure black, with shiny glaze reflecting the light, and the lid tightly sealed.

　　Inside was my eldest sister's bones.

　　Yes, not the ashes after cremation, but actual human bones.

　　Next to it was a white jar without glaze, with the lid placed upside down on it, without being sealed.

　　This is for my sister-in-law.

　　My mom paid her respects and when she inserted the incense, the ash fell on her hand without changing her expression.

　　She was like the most devout believer, with a crazy and persistent look, "Bodhisattva, our family won't suffer retribution, right?"