Send your wife and children to your parents' home far away. You can't go together. You have to be apart for a while. When I left, my husband was reluctant to part with his wife and children.

Ready-made wood, I'll improvise a four-line ancient poem:

Wife, virtuous son, filial piety, comfortable home,

Take the children to the bride's house.

My husband makes a living,

It's easy to live a well-off life.

My beloved wife came home alone with her children,

Go back to your mother's house, into the eaves.

Watching his wife and children on the road,

I don't give up my wife and children, hoping to return them soon.