On the day they carried me to the field, people of all ages from the village came.

They set a big fire and burned all the dry wheat straw on the ground.

The thick smoke made my eyes tear up, and snakes, insects, mice, and ants smelled the lard on me and all came biting me.

They bit me so hard that I cried out in pain.

But the people in the village were very happy and celebrated with gongs and drums.

My large cauldron became fuller and fuller, filled with the ointment used for making incense.

They would never run out of incense again.

As for the burned land, after they burned incense and prayed for grain, it was covered with golden wheat.

Seeing that my incense could make the land produce crops on its own, the clan leader became even more greedy.

He decreed that anyone who came to burn incense and seek wealth must return and give thirty percent to the Chen clan.

Those who came to seek the incense of my daughter all agreed to the clan leader's demand.

When they obtained windfall gains, they would come to give thirty percent.

They had always followed this rule, until this day.

The clan leader was waiting for the people from the He family at the southern mountain to come and deliver the thirty percent gold.

But what arrived was the crying of the wife of the He family:

"My husband is dead! He died while burning incense!"