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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 — "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.

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 potential , "how could it be low?" The monster's first instinct is to ask what is wrong; his second is to itemise 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 — never eaten at your expense for nothing. 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-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.

gēngtiánzhòngmàichāyāngchuàngjiā gēngtiánzhòngmàichāyāngchuàngjiā

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

種麥: 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.

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, 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.

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: the diminutive , er. 短嘆長吁 takes as cháng. 說甚麼: is shén. The monster ends on the same phrase he began with, and it is the closest thing to eloquence in the 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 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.