閉門下鎖 The Doors Are Bolted
那八戒便去盛飯,沙僧安放棹椅。二童忙取小菜,卻是些醬瓜、醬茄、糟蘿蔔、醋豆角、醃窩蕖、綽芥菜,共排了七八碟兒,與師徒們吃飯;又提一壺好茶,兩個茶鍾,伺候左右。那師徒四眾卻才拿起碗來,這童兒一邊一個,撲的把門關上,插上一把兩錤銅鎖。八戒笑道:「這童子差了,你這裡風俗不好,卻怎的關了門裡吃飯?」明月道:「正是,正是,好歹吃了飯兒開門。」那八戒便去盛饭,沙僧安放棹椅。二童忙取小菜,却是些酱瓜、酱茄、糟萝卜、醋豆角、腌窝蕖、绰芥菜,共排了七八碟儿,与师徒们吃饭;又提一壶好茶,两个茶钟,伺候左右。那师徒四众却才拿起碗来,这童儿一边一个,扑的把门关上,插上一把两錤铜锁。八戒笑道:「这童子差了,你这里风俗不好,却怎的关了门里吃饭?」明月道:「正是,正是,好歹吃了饭儿开门。」
逐句解 Line by line
Bajie went straightway to dish up the rice, and Wujing set out the table and chairs.
盛飯 (chéng fàn) "to dish up rice." 棹椅 (zhuō yǐ) "table and chairs," with 棹 (zhuō) a loan-writing for 桌 "table" (not 棹 (zhào) "an oar").
The two lads busily fetched the side-dishes—which were such things as pickled melon and pickled eggplant, radish cured in lees, beans steeped in vinegar, salted lotus-root, and blanched mustard greens—setting out seven or eight little saucers in all for the pilgrims' meal; and they brought besides a pot of good tea and two tea-cups, to wait upon them left and right.
醬茄 (jiàng qié) "pickled eggplant," 茄 (qié) the vegetable (not 茄 (jiā) as in "cigar"). 糟蘿蔔 (zāo luóbo) "radish preserved in wine-lees"; 綽芥菜 (chāo jiècài) "blanched mustard greens," 綽 here read chāo for 焯 "to parboil." 茶鍾 (chá zhōng) "tea-cups."
No sooner had the four pilgrims, master and disciples, taken up their bowls than the two lads—one to each side—with a bang pulled the door shut and clapped on a double-hasped brass lock.
卻才 (què cái) "had just, no sooner than." 一邊一個 (yì biān yí gè) "one on each side." 兩錤銅鎖 (liǎng jī tóng suǒ) "a double-hasped brass lock," 錤 a rare graph for the lock's fittings.
Bajie laughed and said, "This lad is mistaken! The custom hereabouts is a poor one—why ever eat with the door shut?"
這童子差了 (zhè tóngzǐ chà le) "this lad is mistaken," 差 (chà) "wrong, in error"; 童子 (tóngzǐ) takes the nominal 子 (zǐ). 風俗不好 (fēngsú bù hǎo) "the custom is not good."
Bright Moon said, "Just so, just so—when you have eaten your fill of rice, we'll open the door."
好歹 (hǎodǎi) "at any rate, one way or another." 飯兒 (fàn'r) takes the suffix 兒 (er)—the boys stall with false reassurance.
The trap is sprung with domestic comedy: the very side-dishes the boys lay on—a catalogue of homely pickles (醬茄, 糟蘿蔔, 綽芥菜)—are the bait, and the double-hasped brass lock the snare. The list of preserved vegetables grounds the marvellous plot in the textures of an ordinary kitchen.
Bajie, whose whole attention is on the food, mistakes the locking of the door for a quaint local custom, and Bright Moon plays along ("when you've eaten your fill, we'll open the door"). The dramatic irony is complete: the pilgrims sit calmly eating while the gates close around them.