To be ashamed to say it, we people in Chongqing really are henpecked. “Henpecked”—what it means is, we’re afraid that our wives’ grip is loose, their ears are soft. At home, when the wife calls for him to stand up, he doesn’t dare kneel down. And when she says to kneel and rub a kneeling mat, he doesn’t dare kneel on the remote control! When she shouts that he should sleep on the couch, he absolutely wouldn’t dare sleep in the bathroom!

It feels like only people from Chongqing and Sichuan are like this. Back then, Chongqing was part of Sichuan, and basically we were all one kind of people. I feel so stifled—I can’t be bold enough.

Later, the older generation told me the story of Sichuan soldiers going out from Sichuan, and that’s when I finally understood what was going on! Back then, when they fought those Japanese devils, the Sichuan troops went out with 3.5 million people. In the end, only a few made it back. When they were leaving, they told their wives: if they couldn’t come back, then they’d count this life as owing her; in the next life, they would repay her. Tell me—what is “henpecked,” if not just that? I listened to you, I hear you!

Then the heavy burdens of everyday life all fell on women. It was those wives from that area who held up the entire household! People from Chongqing and Sichuan say that the softer your ears are, the harder your backbone is. He is also from Sichuan—no idea whether his husband is henpecked or not.

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