Original subtitles

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

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 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