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第三十二回
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老豬去巡山
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老豬去巡山 Old Hog Goes to Patrol

jièhuāngledào:「zhènánnánnánhòuchítōngjǐnjiùshìshēntuózheháiróngjiǎruòjiàoxiāngxiàhuàzhāizhè西fāngshàngshíshìjīngdeshàngzhǐdàoshìshānzǒuchūláidebànzhuàngzhuàngdejiànzhūhuǒshàngduōrénchāsǎozhǒulǎozhūwéidǎojiāzǎileyānzheguòniánzhèquèjiùzāowēnle?」xíngzhědào:「xúnshān。」jièdào:「xúnshān便biànzěnmeyànger?」xíngzhědào:「jiùshāntīngyǒuduōshǎoyāoguàishìshénmeshānshìshénmedòngmenhǎoguò。」jièdào:「zhèxiǎolǎozhūxúnshān。」dāizijiùqúntǐngzhedīngxióngjiūjiūjìngshēnshānángángbēnshàngjièhuāngledào:「zhènánnánnánhòuchítōngjǐnjiùshìshēntuózheháiróngjiǎruòjiàoxiāngxiàhuàzhāizhè西fāngshàngshíshìjīngdeshàngzhǐdàoshìshānzǒuchūláidebànzhuàngzhuàngdejiànzhūhuǒshàngduōrénchāsǎozhǒulǎozhūwéidǎojiāzǎileyānzheguòniánzhèquèjiùzāowēnle?」xíngzhědào:「xúnshān。」jièdào:「xúnshān便biànzěnmeyànger?」xíngzhědào:「jiùshāntīngyǒuduōshǎoyāoguàishìshénmeshānshìshénmedòngmenhǎoguò。」jièdào:「zhèxiǎolǎozhūxúnshān。」dāizijiùqúntǐngzhedīngxióngjiūjiūjìngshēnshānángángbēnshàng


逐句解 Line by line

jièhuāngledào:「zhènánnánnánhòuchítōngjǐnjiùshìshēntuózheháiróngjiǎruòjiàoxiāngxiàhuàzhāizhè西fāngshàngshíshìjīngdeshàngzhǐdàoshìshānzǒuchūláidebànzhuàngzhuàngdejiànzhūhuǒshàngduōrénchāsǎozhǒulǎozhūwéidǎojiāzǎileyānzheguòniánzhèquèjiùzāowēnle?」 jièhuāngledào:「zhènánnánnánhòuchítōngjǐnjiùshìshēntuózheháiróngjiǎruòjiàoxiāngxiàhuàzhāizhè西fāngshàngshíshìjīngdeshàngzhǐdàoshìshānzǒuchūláidebànzhuàngzhuàngdejiànzhūhuǒshàngduōrénchāsǎozhǒulǎozhūwéidǎojiāzǎileyānzheguòniánzhèquèjiùzāowēnle?」

Eight Rules took fright: “That’s hard, hard, hard! Attending and supporting are no trouble at all; even carrying him on my back without leaving his side would still be easy. But suppose you send me down to the villages to beg — on these western roads they will not know me for a scripture-seeking monk, but take me for some half-grown fat hog come out of the hills; a crowd of them will gang up with pitchforks and brooms, surround Old Hog and knock him down, haul him home to be slaughtered, and salt him away for the New Year. Would that not be the death of me?”

馱著 (tuó zhe), "carrying on the back." 圍倒 (wéi dǎo), "to surround and fell" — dǎo. 醃著過年, "to salt away for the New Year." hái; .

xíngzhědào:「xúnshān。」 xíngzhědào:「xúnshān。」

Said Pilgrim: “Then go patrol the mountain.”

巡山 (xún shān), "to patrol the mountain."

jièdào:「xúnshān便biànzěnmeyànger?」 jièdào:「xúnshān便biànzěnmeyànger?」

Said Eight Rules: “And what does patrolling the mountain amount to?”

怎麼樣兒 (zěnme yàng er), "what does it amount to." suffixal er.

xíngzhědào:「jiùshāntīngyǒuduōshǎoyāoguàishìshénmeshānshìshénmedòngmenhǎoguò。」 xíngzhědào:「jiùshāntīngyǒuduōshǎoyāoguàishìshénmeshānshìshénmedòngmenhǎoguò。」

Said Pilgrim: “Just go into this mountain and find out how many fiends there are, what mountain it is, what cave it is, so that we may pass through.”

打聽 (dǎ tīng), "to inquire, find out." 甚麼 read shén (twice).

jièdào:「zhèxiǎolǎozhūxúnshān。」 jièdào:「zhèxiǎolǎozhūxúnshān。」

Said Eight Rules: “That’s a small matter — Old Hog will go patrol the mountain.”

小可 (xiǎo kě), "a small matter, trifle."

dāizijiùqúntǐngzhedīngxióngjiūjiūjìngshēnshānángángbēnshàng dāizijiùqúntǐngzhedīngxióngjiūjiūjìngshēnshānángángbēnshàng

The blockhead then hitched up his robe, brandished his nine-tooth rake, and — valiant and bold — went straight into the deep mountains, striding high-spirited up the great road.

撒起衣裙 (sā qǐ yī qún), "to hitch up the robe." 釘鈀, "the nine-tooth rake" — read . ; 挺著 zhe.


總評 Commentary

The steering works, but not through the attendance-duties Pilgrim expected — Eight Rules balks instead at the begging, spinning an elaborate comic nightmare in which the western villagers mistake him for a fat hog, mob him with farm tools, and salt him away for the New Year. The fantasy of his own slaughter is characteristic Eight Rules: vivid, self-pitying, and very funny.

Presented with the mountain-patrol as the lesser evil, Eight Rules pronounces it “a small matter” and sets off with a great show of valor — hitching his robe, brandishing his rake, striding boldly up the road. The bravado is transparent, as the next passage will make plain; Pilgrim has read him exactly.