ABSTRACT
https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9781315492612/b18d4ca8-22a6-4d2a-9639-0e6b9aa0a2af/content/fig4_B.tif" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/> https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9781315492612/b18d4ca8-22a6-4d2a-9639-0e6b9aa0a2af/content/fig5_B.tif" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/> Were it not that his three sons were so stupid, Jang Guo-lau would have been the envy of everyone in his neighborhood. He was a prosperous merchant whose tea shop was crowded with customers every day. When he was carried through the streets in his beautiful sedan chair, people turned their heads to stare. True, he was the father of three sons, which would have been considered the greatest of blessings. Instead, he was pitied.
