不曾白吃 I Never Ate for Nothing
行者忽然嘆口氣,道聲:「造化低了。」那怪道:「你惱怎的?造化怎麼得低的?我得到了你家,雖是吃了些茶飯,卻也不曾白吃你的:我也曾替你家掃地通溝、搬磚運瓦、築土打牆、耕田耙地、種麥插秧、創家立業。如今你身上穿的錦,戴的金,四時有花果享用,八節有蔬菜烹煎,你還有那些兒不趁心處,這般短嘆長吁,說甚麼造化低了?」行者道:「不是這等說。行者忽然叹口气,道声:「造化低了。」那怪道:「你恼怎的?造化怎么得低的?我得到了你家,虽是吃了些茶饭,却也不曾白吃你的:我也曾替你家扫地通沟、搬砖运瓦、筑土打墙、耕田耙地、种麦插秧、创家立业。如今你身上穿的锦,戴的金,四时有花果享用,八节有蔬菜烹煎,你还有那些儿不趁心处,这般短叹长吁,说甚么造化低了?」行者道:「不是这等说。
逐句解 Line by line
The Pilgrim suddenly heaved a sigh and said aloud, "My luck has come to a low ebb."
造化低了 — "one's allotted fortune has sunk." The word 造化 was the Pilgrim's own, offered to Gao Cai in the street as a piece of good news.
The monster said, "What vexes you? How should your luck be low?
造化怎麼得低的: 得 is the potential dé, "how could it be low?" The monster's first instinct is to ask what is wrong; his second is to itemise his own contribution.
Since I came into your house I have eaten a little tea and rice, it is true — but I have never eaten it for nothing.
我得到了你家: 得 is dé, "since I got into your house." 不曾白吃你的 — never eaten at your expense for nothing. He is answering an accusation nobody has made.
I have swept your floors and cleared your drains, carried brick and shifted tile, rammed earth and built walls,
Six four-graph labours in two segments, laid out like a corvée roll: 掃地通溝, 搬磚運瓦, 築土打牆. Squire Gao's word for all this was 勤謹.
ploughed and harrowed, sown wheat and set out rice, and made a going concern of the place.
種麥: 種 is zhòng, to plant, not zhǒng, a seed; pypinyin defaults wrongly. 創家立業, to found a household and establish its livelihood — the language of a founding ancestor, spoken by a son-in-law who is not allowed to meet the neighbours.
The silk you wear on your back, the gold in your hair, fruit and flowers to enjoy through the four seasons, greens boiled and fried at all eight festivals —
四時 and 八節, the four seasons and the eight festival divisions of the year: the whole calendar. 穿的錦,戴的金 — the parallel is exact and the pronoun is your.
what is there in it that does not suit you, that you sigh short and sigh long, and talk of luck at a low ebb?" The Pilgrim said, "It is not that.
那些兒: the diminutive 兒, er. 短嘆長吁 takes 長 as cháng. 說甚麼: 甚 is shén. The monster ends on the same phrase he began with, and it is the closest thing to eloquence in the chapter.
Here at last the monster speaks for himself, and what he produces is a labourer's account book. Swept floors, cleared drains, brick, tile, rammed earth, walls, ploughing, harrowing, wheat, rice — and against it, the silk on his wife's back and the gold in her hair. Every word of it is true, and Squire Gao's own testimony confirmed it two thousand graphs ago.
The rhetorical shape is worth attention. The Pilgrim sighs once, and Zhu Ganglie immediately assumes the complaint is against him and begins to justify his keep. 卻也不曾白吃你的 is the sentence of a man who has been made to feel, for three years, that his food is a favour. The novel gives the deposition Sun Wukong wanted before he asks a single question, and it gives it in the register of a grievance rather than a confession.