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三個棗兒
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三個棗兒 Three Dates In A Sleeve

zhèxiùzhōngzhǐyǒusānzǎoérshìdōnghuájūnxiànchádewèicéngchījīnsòngba。」guówángtūnzhījiànjuéshēnqīngbìng退tuìhòuzhǎngshēngzhějiēyuánzhèxiùzhōngzhǐyǒusānzǎoérshìdōnghuájūnxiànchádewèicéngchījīnsòngba。」guówángtūnzhījiànjuéshēnqīngbìng退tuìhòuzhǎngshēngzhějiēyuán


逐句解 Line by line

zhèxiùzhōngzhǐyǒusānzǎoérshìdōnghuájūnxiànchádewèicéngchījīnsòngba。」 zhèxiùzhōngzhǐyǒusānzǎoérshìdōnghuájūnxiànchádewèicéngchījīnsòngba。」

All I have in this sleeve of mine are three dates, which were for serving with tea to the Lord Emperor of the Eastern Flower. I never ate them, and I will give them to you now."

is ba, the neutral particle that turns a statement into an offer — the second and last of the chapter's two, and the same reading as the plea for the deer's life. It is not the of "to finish." The dates are left over from the chess game. The Longevity Star has been carrying his guest's untouched refreshments in his sleeve since the afternoon his deer ran away.

guówángtūnzhījiànjuéshēnqīngbìng退tuì guówángtūnzhījiànjuéshēnqīngbìng退tuì

The king swallowed them, and gradually felt his body lighten and the sickness recede.

身輕, the body becoming light, is the standard first sign of successful cultivation in Daoist writing — the step before rising into the air. Ten characters, and the illness that a thousand children were to have cured is gone.

hòuzhǎngshēngzhějiēyuán hòuzhǎngshēngzhějiēyuán

Those who afterwards attained long life all trace it back to this.

The narrator steps outside the story to make an aetiological claim, which he does perhaps twice in the chapter. The line reads like a footnote explaining where a real tradition came from, which is a very old move in Chinese storytelling.


總評 Commentary

The cure is three dates from a sleeve, left over from a tea service, handed over almost as an afterthought. Everything the king did — the adviser, the queen, the prescription, the eleven hundred coops — was unnecessary.

The novel makes no speech about this and does not need to. It simply puts the solution in the hands of the same god whose carelessness caused the problem, and lets him produce it from his clothing on the way out of the door.