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Fengxian Prefecture Offends Heaven and Brings Drought · The Great Sage Sun Urges Goodness and Bestows Rain

四十二點
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四十二點 Rain to the Last Drop

玉yù帝dì聞wén言yán大dà喜xǐ,即jí傳chuán旨zhǐ:「著zhuó風fēng部bù、雲yún部bù、雨yǔ部bù各gè遵zūn號hào令lìng,去qù下xià方fāng,按àn鳳fèng仙xiān郡jùn界jiè,即jí於yú今jīn日rì今jīn時shí,聲shēng雷léi佈bù雲yún,降jiàng雨yǔ三sān尺chǐ零líng四sì十shí二èr點diǎn。」玉yù帝dì闻wén言yán大dà喜xǐ,即jí传chuán旨zhǐ:「着zhuó风fēng部bù、云yún部bù、雨yǔ部bù各gè遵zūn号hào令lìng,去qù下xià方fāng,按àn凤fèng仙xiān郡jùn界jiè,即jí于yú今jīn日rì今jīn时shí,声shēng雷léi布bù云yún,降jiàng雨yǔ三sān尺chǐ零líng四sì十shí二èr点diǎn。」


逐句解 Line by line

玉yù帝dì聞wén言yán大dà喜xǐ,即jí傳chuán旨zhǐ:「著zhuó風fēng部bù、雲yún部bù、雨yǔ部bù各gè遵zūn號hào令lìng,去qù下xià方fāng,按àn鳳fèng仙xiān郡jùn界jiè,即jí於yú今jīn日rì今jīn時shí,聲shēng雷léi佈bù雲yún,降jiàng雨yǔ三sān尺chǐ零líng四sì十shí二èr點diǎn。」 玉yù帝dì闻wén言yán大dà喜xǐ,即jí传chuán旨zhǐ:「着zhuó风fēng部bù、云yún部bù、雨yǔ部bù各gè遵zūn号hào令lìng,去qù下xià方fāng,按àn凤fèng仙xiān郡jùn界jiè,即jí于yú今jīn日rì今jīn时shí,声shēng雷léi布bù云yún,降jiàng雨yǔ三sān尺chǐ零líng四sì十shí二èr点diǎn。」

The Jade Emperor was greatly pleased at this, and issued the edict at once: "Let the Wind Department, the Cloud Department and the Rain Department each follow orders, go down to the world below, take the bounds of Fengxian Prefecture, and this very day and this very hour sound thunder, spread cloud, and send down rain to three chǐ and forty-two drops."

著 is zhuó, the dispatching sense. A 尺 is a chǐ, about thirty-two centimetres, so this is getting on for a metre of rain — and then forty-two drops on top, which is the joke. 零 here means and a remainder of, the way one says three feet odd.


總評 Commentary

And there is the figure. Three chǐ and forty-two drops.

The Dragon King told Pilgrim at the very start of all this that he could only send down rain to the amount the edict specified, and the reader has been waiting a long chapter to find out what such an edict looks like. It looks like this: a bulk measure, and then forty-two drops, counted.

It is the funniest line in the chapter and it is not really a joke at the expense of heaven. A cosmos that keeps its accounts to the last drop is the same cosmos that noticed one man kick over a table, and the same one that registered a single good thought and moved two mountains for it. The precision cuts both ways.