In Xue Market, a village of Wenshang County, Shandong, there lived over a hundred families, all of whom worked on the land. At the entrance to the village was a Guanyin Temple with three halls and a dozen empty rooms. Its back door overlooked the river. Peasants from all around contributed to the upkeep of this temple, and only one monk lived there. Here the villagers would come to discuss public business.
It was the last year of the Cheng Hua period of the Ming Dynasty, when the country was prosperous. One year, on the eighth of the first month, just after New Year, some of the villagers met in the temple to discuss the dragon lantern dance which is held on the fifteenth. At breakfast time the man who usually took the lead, Shen Xiang-fu, walked in, followed by seven or eight others. In the main hall they bowed to Buddha, and the monk came to wish them a happy New Year. As soon as they had returned his greeting, Shen reproved him:「Monk! At New Year you should burn more incense before Buddha! Gracious Heaven! You’ve been pocketing money from all sides, and you ought to spend a little of it. Come here, all of you, and take a look at this lamp: it’s only half filled with oil.」 Then, pointing to an old man who was better dressed than most: 「Not to mention others, Mr. Xun alone sent you fifty catties of oil on New Year’s Eve. But you are using it all for your cooking, instead of for the glory of Buddha.」The monk apologized profusely when Shen had finished. Then he fetched a pewter kettle, put in a handful of tea leaves, filled the kettle with water, boiled it over the fire and poured out tea for them.
Old Mr. Xun was the first to speak.「How much do we each have to pay for the lantern dance in the temple this year?」 he asked.「Wait till my relative comes,」 said Shen. 「We’ll discuss it together.」As they were speaking, a man walked in. He had redrimmed eyes, a swarthy face, and sparse, dingy whiskers. His cap was cocked to one side, his blue cloth gown was greasy as an oil-vat, and he carried a donkey switch in one hand. Making a casual gesture of greeting to the company, he plumped himself down in the seat of honour. This was Xia, the new village head for Xue Market.
Sitting there in the seat of honour, he shouted: 「Monk! Take my donkey to the manger in the back yard, unsaddle it and give it plenty of hay. After my business here I have to go to a feast with Bailiff Huang of the county yamen.」 Having given these orders, he hoisted one foot on to the bench, and started massaging the small of his back with his fists, saying, 「I envy you farmers these days. This New Year I’ve got invitations from everybody in the magistrate’s yamen, literally everybody! And I have to go to wish them all the season’s greetings. I trot about on this donkey to the countyseat and back until my head reels. And this damned beast stumbled on the road and threw me, so that my backside is still sore.」
「On the third I prepared a small dinner for you,」 said Shen. 「I suppose it was because you were so busy that you didn’t come.」「You don’t have to remind me,」 said Village Head Xia. 「Since New Year, for the last seven or eight days, what free time have I had? Even if I had two mouths, I couldn’t get through all the eating. Take Bailiff Huang, who’s invited me today. He’s a man who can talk face to face with the magistrate. And since he honours me like this, wouldn’t he be offended if I didn’t go?」
「I heard that Bailiff Huang had been sent out on some business for the magistrate since the beginning of the year,」 said Shen. 「He has no brothers or sons, so who will act as host?」「You don’t understand,」 said Xia. 「Today’s feast is given by Constable Li. His own rooms are small, so he is using Bailiff Huang’s house.」
Eventually they started discussing the dragon lanterns. 「I’m tired of managing it for you,」 said Village Head Xia. 「I took the lead every year in the past, and everyone wrote down what contribution he would make, and then failed to pay up. Heaven knows how much I had to pay to make good the deficit. Besides, all the officials in the yamen are preparing lanterns this year, and I shall have too much to watch. What time do I have to look at the lanterns in the village? Still, since you’ve mentioned it, I shall make a contribution. Choose someone to be responsible. A man like Mr. Xun, who has broad lands and plenty of grain, should be asked to give more. Let each family pay its share, and you’ll get the thing going.」 Nobody dared disagree. They immediately came down on Mr. Xun for half the money, and made up the rest between them. In this way they raised two or three taels of silver, a record of the contributors being made.The monk then brought out tea, sugar wafers, dates, melon seeds, dried beancurd, chestnuts and assorted sweets. He spread two tables, and invited Village Head Xia to sit at the head. Then he poured out tea for them.
「The children are growing up,」 said Shen, 「and this year we must find them a teacher. This temple can be used as a school.」The others agreed.「There are a lot of families who have sons who should be in school,」 said one of them. 「For instance, Mr. Shen’s son is Village Head Xia’s son-in-law. Xia is always getting notices from the magistrate, so he needs someone who can read. But the best thing would be to find a teacher from the county-seat.」
「A teacher?」 said the village head. 「I can think of one. You know who? He’s in our yamen, and he used to teach in chief accountant Ku’s house. His name is Zhou Jin. He’s over sixty. The former magistrate placed him first on the list of county candidates, but he’s never yet been able to pass the prefectural examination. Mr. Gu employed him as tutor for his son for three years; and his son passed the examination last year, at the same time as Mei Jiu from our village. The day that young Gu was welcomed back from the school he wore a scholar’s cap and a broad red silk sash, and rode a horse from the magistrate’s stable, while all the gongs and trumpets sounded. When he reached the door of his house, I and the other yamen officials offered him wine in the street. Then Mr. Zhou was asked over. Mr. Gu toasted his son’s teacher three times and invited him to sit in the seat of honour. Mr. Zhou chose as entertainment the opera about Liang Hao, who won the first place in the palace examination when he was eighty; and Mr. Gu was not at all pleased. But then the opera showed how Liang Hao’s pupil won the same distinction at seventeen or eighteen, and Mr. Gu knew that it was a compliment to his son. That made him feel better. If you want a teacher, I’ll invite Mr. Zhou for you.」 All the villagers approved. When they had finished their tea the monk brought in some beef noodles, and after eating these they went home.
The next day, sure enough, Village Head Xia spoke to Zhou Jin. His salary would be twelve taels of silver a year, and it was arranged that he should eat with the monk, whom he would pay two cents a day. It was settled that he should come after the Lantern Festival, and begin teaching on the twentieth.
On the sixteenth the villagers sent in contributions to Shen Xiang-fu, who prepared a feast for the new teacher to which he also invited Mei Jiu, the new scholar of the village. Mei Jiu arrived early, wearing his new square cap, but Zhou Jin did not turn up till nearly noon. When dogs started barking outside, Shen Xiang-fu went out to welcome the guest; and the villagers stared as Zhou Jin came in. He was wearing an old felt cap, a tattered grey silk gown, the right sleeve and seat of which were in shreds, and a pair of shabby red silk slippers. He had a thin, dark face, and a white beard. Shen escorted him in, and only then did Mei Jiu rise slowly to greet him.
「Who is this gentleman?」 asked Zhou.They told him, 「He is Mr. Mei, our village scholar.」When Zhou Jin heard this, he declared it would be presumptuous on his part to allow Mei to bow to him. And although Mei Jiu said, 「Today is different,」 he still refused.「You are older than he is,」 said the villagers. 「You had better not insist.」But Mei Jiu rounded on them, 「You people don’t understand the rule of our school. Those who have passed the prefectural examination are considered senior to those who have not, regardless of age. But today happens to be exceptional, and Mr. Zhou must still be honoured.」 Ming Dynasty scholars called all those who passed the prefectural examination 「classmates,」 and those who only qualified for this examination 「juniors.」 A young man in his teens who passed was considered senior to an unsuccessful candidate, even if the latter were eighty years old. It was like the case of a concubine. A woman is called 「new wife」 when she marries, and later 「mistress」; but a concubine remains 「new wife」 even when her hair is white.
Since Mei Jiu spoke like this, Zhou Jin did not insist on being polite, but let Mei Jiu bow to him. When all the others had greeted him too, they sat down. Mei and Zhou were the only two to have dates in their tea cups — all the others had plain green tea. After they had drunk their tea two tables were laid, and Zhou Jin was invited to take the seat of honour, Mei Jiu the second place. Then the others sat down in order of seniority, and wine was poured. Zhou Jin, cup in hand, thanked the villagers and drained his cup. On each table were eight or nine dishes — pig’s head, chicken, carp, tripe, liver and other dishes. At the signal to begin, they fell to with their chopsticks, like a whirlwind scattering wisps of cloud. And half the food had gone before they noticed that Zhou Jin had not eaten a bite. 「Why aren’t you eating anything?」 asked Shen. 「Surely we haven’t offended you the very first day?」 He selected some choice morsels and put them on the teacher’s plate.
But Zhou Jin stopped him and said, 「I must explain — I am having a long fast.」「How thoughtless we have been!」 exclaimed his hosts. 「May we ask why you are fasting?」「On account of a vow I made before the shrine of Buddha when my mother was ill,」 said Zhou Jin. 「I have been abstaining from meat now for more than ten years.」「Your fasting reminds me of a joke I heard the other day from Mr. Gu in the county town,」 said Mei Jiu. 「It is a one character to seven character verse about a teacher.」 The villagers put down their chopsticks to listen, while he recited:A foolish scholarFasted so long,Whiskers covered his cheeks;Neglecting to study the classics,He left pen and paper aside.He’ll come without being invited next year.
After this recitation he said, 「A learned man like Mr. Zhou here is certainly not foolish.」 Then, putting his hand over his mouth to hide a smile, he added, 「But he should become a scholar soon, and the description of the fasting and the whiskers is true to life.」 He gave a loud guffaw, and everybody laughed with him, while Zhou Jin did not know which way to look.
Shen Xiang-fu hastily filled a cup with wine and said, 「Mr. Mei should drink a cup of wine. Mr. Zhou was the teacher in Mr. Gu’s house.」「I didn’t know that,」 said Mei Jiu. 「I should certainly drink a cup to apologize. But this joke was not against Mr. Zhou. It was about a scholar. However, this fasting is a good thing. I have an uncle who never ate meat either. But after he passed the prefectural examination his patron sent him some sacrificial meat, and my grandmother said, ’If you don’t eat this, Confucius will be angry, and some terrible calamity may happen. At the very least, he will make you fall sick.’ So my uncle stopped fasting. Now, Mr. Zhou, you are bound to pass the examination this autumn. Then you will be offered sacrificial meat, and I’m sure you will stop fasting.」
They all said this was a lucky omen, and drank a toast to congratulate Zhou Jin in advance, until the poor man’s face turned a mottled red and white, and he could barely stammer out his thanks as he took the wine cup. Soup was carried in from the kitchen with a big dish of dumplings and a plate of fried cakes. They assured Zhou Jin that there was no animal fat in the cakes, and pressed him to eat some. But he was afraid the soup was unclean, and asked for tea instead.
While they were eating the dessert, someone asked Shen, 「Where is the village head today? Why hasn’t he come to welcome Mr. Zhou?」「He has gone to a feast with Constable Li,」 said Shen.「These last few years, under the new magistrate, Mr. Li has done very well,」 said someone else. 「In one year he must make about a thousand taels of silver. But he is too fond of gambling. It’s a pity he’s not like Bailiff Huang. Bailiff Huang used to play too, but later he turned over a new leaf and was able to build a house just like a palace — it is very grand.」
「Since your relative became the village head,」 said Mr. Xun to Shen Xiang-fu, 「he’s been in luck. Another year or two, and I suppose he will be like Bailiff Huang.」「He’s not doing badly,」 said Shen. 「But it’ll be several years before his dream of catching up with Bailiff Huang comes true.」
With his mouth full of cake, Mr. Mei put in: 「There is something in dreams.」 And turning to Zhou Jin he asked: 「Mr. Zhou, these past years, during the examinations, what dreams have you had?」「None at all,」 replied Zhou Jin.「I was fortunate,」 said Mei Jiu. 「Last year on New Year’s Day, I dreamed that I was on a very high mountain. The sun in the sky was directly above me, but suddenly it fell down on my head! Sweating with fright, I woke up and rubbed my head, and it still seemed hot. I didn’t understand then what the dream meant, but later it came true!」
By this time all the cakes were finished, and they had another round of drinks. By then it was time to light the lamps, and Mei Jiu and all the others went home, while Shen Xiangfu produced blue bedding and escorted Mr. Zhou to the temple to sleep, where he settled with the monk that the two empty rooms at the back should be used for the school.
When the day came to start school, Shen Xiang-fu and the other villagers took their sons, large and small, to pay their respects to the teacher; and Zhou Jin taught them. That evening, when he opened the envelopes containing their school fees, he found there was one-tenth of a tael of silver from the Xun family with an extra eight cents for tea, while the others had given only three or four cents or a dozen coppers apiece; so altogether he had not enough for one month’s food. He gave what he had to the monk, however, promising to settle his account later.The children were a wild lot. The moment Zhou Jin took his eyes off them, they would slip outside to play hopscotch or kick balls. They were up to mischief every day, yet he had to sit there patiently and teach them.
Soon more than two months had passed and it began to grow warm. One day after lunch, Zhou Jin opened the back gate and went out to stroll on the river bank. It was a small country place, with some peach trees and willows beside the stream, their pink and green beautifully intermingled. Zhou Jin enjoyed the scenery until it began to drizzle. Then he went back to his doorway to watch the rain falling on the river and mist shrouding the distant trees, making them look even lovelier. The rain was beginning to fall more heavily when a boat came downstream — a small craft with a matting roof which could not keep out the wet. As it approached the bank, he saw a man sitting in the middle of the boat and two servants in the stern, while in the bow were two hampers. They reached the bank and the man ordered the boatman to moor the boat, then stepped ashore followed by his servants. He was wearing a scholar’s cap, a sapphire-olue gown and black slippers with white soles. His beard was combed into three tufts, and he looked a little over thirty. Coming to the temple gate he nodded to Zhou Jin, then entered saying to himself, 「This seems to be a school.」「Yes,」 said Zhou Jin, accompanying him in and greeting him.「And you, I suppose, are the teacher?」「That is correct.」「How is it we don’t see the monk?」 the stranger asked his servants.But just then the monk hurried in, saying, 「Please take a seat, Mr. Wang, and I’ll make tea for you.」 Then he told Zhou Jin, 「This is Mr. Wang Hui, a new provincial scholar. Please sit down and keep him company while I go to make tea.」
The newcomer showed no false modesty. When the servants drew up benches he promptly sat himself down in the place of honour of it, leaving the teacher to take a lower seat.「What is your name?」 he demanded.Knowing that this man was a provincial scholar, Zhou Jin replied, 「Your pupil is called Zhou.」「Where did you teach before?」「In the family of Mr. Gu of the county yamen.」「Aren’t you the man who came first in that test which my patron, Mr. Bai, supervised? He said that you were teaching in Mr. Gu’s family. That’s right. That’s right.」「Do you know my former employer, Mr. Gu, sir?」「Mr. Gu is one of the secretaries in our office. He is one of my sworn brothers too.」
Presently the monk brought in tea, and when they had drunk it Zhou Jin said, 「I read your examination essay over and over again, sir. The last two paragraphs were particularly fine.」「Those two paragraphs were not by me.」「You are too modest, sir. Who else could have written them?」「Although not by me, they were not by anybody else either,」 said the scholar. 「It was the first day of the examination, on the ninth, getting on for dusk; but I had still not finished the first essay, and I said to myself, ’Usually I write very quickly. What makes me so slow today?’ As I was racking my brains, I dozed off on the desk. Then I saw five greenfaced men leaping into the cell. One of them made a mark on my head with a big brush which he had in his hand, then darted away. Then a man in a gauze cap, red robe and golden belt came in, who shook me and said, ’Mr. Wang, please get up!’ I woke up, trembling, bathed in icy sweat, and taking the pen into my hand began to write without knowing what I was doing. From this one can see that there are spirits in the examination school. When I made this statement to the chief examiner, he said that I ought to pass the very highest examination.」
He was speaking with great gusto, when a small boy came in with a written exercise. Zhou Jin told him to put it down, but Wang Hui said, 「You go ahead and correct it. I have other things to see to.」 Then the teacher went to his desk while Wang Hui said to his servants, 「Since it is dark and the rain has not stopped, bring the hampers here and tell the monk to cook a peck of rice. Order the boatman to wait. I shall leave tomorrow morning.」 He told Zhou Jin, 「I have just come back from visiting the graves of my ancestors, and did not expect to run into rain. I shall spend the night here.」
While he was speaking, he caught sight of the name Xun Mei on the little boy’s exercise, and gave an involuntary start. He pursed his lips and his face was a study, but Zhou Jin could not very well question him. When Zhou Jin had finished correcting the exercise and sat down again as before, Wang Hui asked, 「How old is that boy?」「Seven.」「Did he start school this year? Did you choose that name for him?」「I didn’t choose the name. At the beginning of the term his father asked the new village scholar, Mei Jiu, to choose a name for him. And Mr. Mei said, ’My own name seems to be an auspicious one, so I will give it to him and hope that he will turn out like me.’」
「This is certainly a joke,」 said Wang Hui with a short laugh. 「On the first day of this year I dreamed that I was looking at the list of metropolitan examination results. My name was on it — that goes without saying. But the third name was that of another man from Wenshang County called Xun Mei, and I wondered at this, since there was no provincial scholar from my county called Xun. Fancy it’s turning out to be this little student’s name! As if I could be on the same list as he!」 He burst out laughing, then went on, 「It’s obvious that dreams are unreliable. Fame and achievement depend upon study, not upon any supernatural forces.」
「Some dreams do come true, though,」 said Zhou Jin. 「The day that I arrived here, Mr. Mei told me that one New Year’s Day he dreamed that a great red sun fell on his head, and that year, sure enough, he passed the prefectural examination.」「That doesn’t prove anything,」 retorted Wang Hui. 「Suppose he does pass the prefectural examination and have a sun falling on his head — what about me? I have passed the provincial examination. Shouldn’t the whole sky fall on my head?」
As they were chatting, lights were brought in, and the servants spread the desk with wine, rice, chicken, fish, duck and pork. Wang Hui fell to, without inviting Zhou Jin to join him; and when Wang Hui had finished, the monk sent up the teacher’s rice with one dish of cabbage and a jug of hot water. When Zhou Jin had eaten, they both went to bed.
The next day the weather cleared. Wang Hui got up, washed and dressed, bade Zhou Jin a casual goodbye and went away in his boat, leaving the schoolroom floor so littered with chicken, duck and fish bones, and melon-seed shells, that it took Zhou Jin a whole morning to clear them all away, and the sweeping made him dizzy.
When the villagers heard about Wang Hui’s dream that Mr. Xun’s son would pass the metropolitan examination in the same year as himself, most of them thought it a great joke, and Xun Mei’s classmates took to calling him Dr. Xun. But their fathers and elder brothers were annoyed. Out of spite, they went to congratulate Mr. Xun on being the father of a metropolitan graduate, until he was so angry he could hardly speak.
Shen Xiang-fu told the villagers secretly, 「Mr. Wang could never have said such a thing. It’s all made up by that fellow Zhou. He saw that the Xun family was the only one in the village with money, so he spun this yarn to flatter them, in the hope that they would send him more food during festivals. Only the other day I heard that the Xuns sent some dried beancurd to the temple; and they have often sent him dumplings and cakes too. Depend on it, this is the reason.」
Everyone was indignant, and Zhou Jin’s position became precarious. But since he had been introduced by the village head, they could not dismiss him; and he went on teaching as best he could for a year. At the end of that time, however, Village Head Xia also became convinced that the teacher was a fool, because Zhou Jin did not come often enough to flatter him. So Xia allowed the villagers to dismiss him.
Having lost his job, Zhou Jin went home. He was extremely hard up. One day his brother-in-law, Jin You-yu, came to see him and said, 「Don’t take offence at what I say, brother. But all this study doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere, and a bad job is better than none. How long can you go on like this — neither fish, flesh nor fowl? I am going to the provincial capital with some other merchants to buy goods, and we need someone to keep accounts. Why don’t you come with us? You are all on your own, and in our group you won’t want for food or clothes.」「Even if a paralytic falls into a well, he can be no worse off than before,」 thought Zhou Jin. 「It can’t hurt me to go.」 So he consented.
Jin chose an auspicious day, and they set off with a party of merchants to the provincial capital, where they stayed in a merchants’ guild. Since Zhou Jin had nothing to do, he strolled through the streets until he saw a group of workmen who said that they were going to repair the examination school. He followed them to the gate of the school and wanted to go in, but the gateman cracked his whip and drove him away.
That evening he told his brother-in-law how much he wanted to look over the examination school, and Jin had to tip the gateman to get him in. Some of the other merchants decided to go too, and asked the guild head to act as their guide. This time they simply sailed through the gate of the school, because the gateman, whose palm had been greased, made no attempt to stop them. When they reached the Dragon Gate, the guild head pointed to it, and said, 「This is the gate for scholars.」 They went into a corridor with examination cells on both sides, and the guild head told them, 「This is Number One. You can go in and have a look.」 Zhou Jin went in, and when he saw the desk set there so neatly, tears started to his eyes. He gave a long sigh, knocked his head against the desk, and slipped to the ground unconscious. But to know whether Zhou Jin recovered or not, you must read the next chapter.