The woman continued her reprimand: "If you want to take over your Grandpa's position as Village Chief one day, you'll need a pair of beautiful little feet! Otherwise, do you want to let your Grandpa down, to be unremarkable for life?"
The boy cried out: "I don't want to, but it hurts so much, I can't bear it, Mother, please, don't bind them, just for one day, let me have a day's respite, won't you?"
"It's not that Mother doesn't feel sorry for you, if you stop for one day, it will hurt more when binding later, and it will affect the size of your feet, preventing them from fitting the dainty bound-foot standard." The woman sighed and said, "You see, your father and uncles have come through this way; you must show resilience."
The woman roughly finished speaking, then began her task again, causing the boy to cry out heartbreakingly once more.
Such cries weren't the tantrums of a child, but rather a true scream of pain reaching its peak, rendering everyone in the yard silent.
