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At the Guanyin Temple the Tang Monk Escapes His Ordeal · At the Gao Village the Great Sage Removes the Monster

不曾白吃
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不曾白吃 I Never Ate for Nothing

xíngzhěrántànkǒudàoshēng:「zàohuàle。」guàidào:「nǎozěndezàohuàzěnmededàolejiāsuīshìchīlexiēcháfànquècéngbáichīdecéngjiāsǎotōnggōubānzhuānyùnzhùqiánggēngtiánzhòngmàichāyāngchuàngjiājīnshēnshàng穿chuāndejǐndàidejīnshíyǒuhuāguǒxiǎngyòngjiéyǒushūcàipēngjiānháiyǒuxiēerchènxīnchùzhèbānduǎntànchángshuōshénmezàohuàle?」xíngzhědào:「shìzhèděngshuōxíngzhěrántànkǒudàoshēng:「zàohuàle。」guàidào:「nǎozěndezàohuàzěnmededàolejiāsuīshìchīlexiēcháfànquècéngbáichīdecéngjiāsǎotōnggōubānzhuānyùnzhùqiánggēngtiánzhòngmàichāyāngchuàngjiājīnshēnshàng穿chuāndejǐndàidejīnshíyǒuhuāguǒxiǎngyòngjiéyǒushūcàipēngjiānháiyǒuxiēerchènxīnchùzhèbānduǎntànchángshuōshénmezàohuàle?」xíngzhědào:「shìzhèděngshuō


逐句解 Line by line

xíngzhěrántànkǒudàoshēng:「zàohuàle。」 xíngzhěrántànkǒudàoshēng:「zàohuàle。」

The Pilgrim suddenly heaved a sigh and said aloud, "My luck has come to a low ebb."

造化低了 is my allotted fortune has sunk. And 造化 is the Pilgrim's own word — the one he offered Gao Cai in the street as good news, 你的造化, your luck is in. He is now using it as bait.

guàidào:「nǎozěndezàohuàzěnmede guàidào:「nǎozěndezàohuàzěnmede

The monster said, "What vexes you? How should your luck be low?

造化怎麼得低的: is the of possibility, how could it be low? His first instinct is to ask what is wrong. His second is to start itemising his own contribution.

dàolejiāsuīshìchīlexiēcháfànquècéngbáichīde dàolejiāsuīshìchīlexiēcháfànquècéngbáichīde

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: is , since I got into your house. 不曾白吃你的 is I have never eaten your food for nothing — and note that he is answering an accusation nobody has made.

céngjiāsǎotōnggōubānzhuānyùnzhùqiáng céngjiāsǎotōnggōubānzhuānyùnzhùqiáng

I have swept your floors and cleared your drains, carried brick and shifted tile, rammed earth and built walls,

Six four-character labours across this line and the next, set out like a labour-service roll: 掃地通溝, 搬磚運瓦, 築土打牆 — sweeping and drain-clearing, brick and tile, earth rammed and walls built. Squire Gao's word for all of it was 勤謹, diligent.

gēngtiánzhòngmàichāyāngchuàngjiā gēngtiánzhòngmàichāyāngchuàngjiā

ploughed and harrowed, sown wheat and set out rice, and made a going concern of the place.

is zhòng, to plant, not zhǒng, a seed; the default reading takes the noun. 創家立業 is to found a household and set its livelihood on its feet — the language of a founding ancestor, spoken by a son-in-law who is not allowed to meet the neighbours.

jīnshēnshàng穿chuāndejǐndàidejīnshíyǒuhuāguǒxiǎngyòngjiéyǒushūcàipēngjiān jīnshēnshàng穿chuāndejǐndàidejīnshíyǒuhuāguǒxiǎngyòngjiéyǒushūcàipēngjiān

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 are the four seasons and the eight festival divisions of the year: between them, the entire calendar. And look at 穿的錦戴的金 — the parallel is exact, and the pronoun throughout is yours. The silk is on her back, not his.

háiyǒuxiēerchènxīnchùzhèbānduǎntànchángshuōshénmezàohuàle?」xíngzhědào:「shìzhèděngshuō háiyǒuxiēerchènxīnchùzhèbānduǎntànchángshuōshénmezàohuàle?」xíngzhědào:「shìzhèděngshuō

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 takes the little , er. 短嘆長吁, short sighs and long, takes as cháng. 說甚麼 takes as shén. And the monster finishes on the phrase he started with, 造化低了 — which is the closest thing to eloquence anybody manages in this chapter.


總評 Commentary

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 set against all that, the silk on his wife's back and the gold in her hair. Every word of it is true. Squire Gao's own testimony confirmed it more than sixteen hundred characters ago.

The shape of the exchange repays attention. The Pilgrim sighs once, and Zhu Ganglie at once assumes the complaint is against him and starts justifying 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 dinner is a favour. The novel hands Sun Wukong the deposition he wanted before he has asked a single question — and it arrives as a grievance rather than a confession.