Chapter 199 3. Man's Responsibility

Three hundred and fifty miles to the north, it is called Gouwu Mountain. There are many jades on it and copper on the bottom.There is a beast, which looks like a sheep with a human face, its eyes are under its armpits, it has tiger teeth and human claws, and its voice is like a baby. It is called a roe owl, and it cannibalize people. —— "Shan Hai Jing Bei Shan Jing" Here we are talking about Gouwu Mountain. There is a kind of beast in the mountain. It looks like a sheep with a human face.Its eyes grow under the armpits, it has tiger-like teeth and human-like nails, and it makes a sound like a baby crying. Its name is roe owl, and it can eat people.

Moreover, monsters like roe owls are too greedy to eat people.The ancients said that if a roe owl can't finish eating a person, it will bite all the joints of the human body to pieces.This is not cannibalism, it is simply an indescribable hatred for human beings. This story is about the men in primitive society's fear of childbirth. As a rule, women are responsible for the work of childbearing. What are men afraid of? A man's fear lies in the birth of a baby, in the fact that a woman will become pregnant.This fear is not different from that of men today, but modern men can rely on abortion to escape the responsibility of being a father, while men in ancient times have no escape.But this story is more like a text formed by a man with a successful career peeping at the woman next door.The man in the story is attracted by the private life of his neighbor’s daughter. He leans close to the door and sees the whole scene of the woman giving birth. He sees the woman biting off the baby’s umbilical cord with her teeth. This man is disgusting.For a man, he only wants the pleasure in bed and all kinds of tenderness from women, but with this tenderness comes the difficult responsibility of raising the next generation, which means the complete end of the era of men's freedom, So when the baby was born, we heard the man yelling loudly: Who says this baby is mine?Nonsense, you nonsense, I don't even know this woman, how could it be my child...

In short, very tangled.