Our Noble Daughter-in-Law

My brother spent the money our family earned from selling our land for his studies on bringing home a delicate young bride. Coarse cornmeal porridge made her throat bleed, and rough homespun raised red welts on her arms. Everyone in the village said we had welcomed a ruinously pampered burden into the family. Then she built a thriving business, made us rich, and even secretly fed my brother a potent turtle tonic. She was the best sister-in-law in the whole world.