The Moslems were out for blood. They besieged the yamen gate so closely that not a drop of water could have trickled through, and threatened to drag Mr. Zhang out and beat him to death. The magistrate was thoroughly frightened. After a careful investigation he discovered that one of his subordinates had told the Moslems of Mr. Zhang’s part in the business. 「After all, I am head of the county and they dare not touch me,」 he told Mr. Zhang and Fan Jin. 「But if they break in and find Mr. Zhang here, there’s no knowing what may happen. I must think of a way to get you out of here. Once you have left, all will be well.」He immediately summoned his most reliable men to discuss the question. Luckily, the back of the yamen was hard by the north gate of the city, and after several men had slipped outside the city wall, Mr. Zhang and Fan Jin were lowered to them by ropes. Then Zhang and Fan changed into blue cloth gowns, straw hats and sandals, and, stealthily as stray dogs, swiftly as fish escaping from the net, fled back to the provincial capital.
Meantime examiners and officials had gone to the yamen gate to pacify the people and speak them fair, until gradually the Moslems dispersed. Magistrate Tang sent a detailed report of the whole business to the provincial commissioner of justice, who summoned him to the provincial capital. On entering the presence of the commissioner, Magistrate Tang took off his gauze cap and kowtowed again and again.「To tell the truth, you acted a little too hastily,」 said the commissioner. 「To pillory the culprit would have been punishment enough. Why pile the beef on the pillory? What sort of penalty is that? However, this insubordination must be hipped in the bud. I shall have to punish the ringleaders. Go back to your yamen, and take care not to act so rashly in future.」Magistrate Tang kowtowed again. 「I bungled this affair,」 he confessed. 「Since you have overlooked my fault, I owe you the same gratitude that I do to heaven and earth or to my parents. In future I promise to do better. But when your decision is made, Your Excellency, I hope you will allow me to punish the ringleaders in my own county, to recover some of the face I have lost.」 When his superior gave his consent, Magistrate Tang thanked him and left.Some time later, five of the Moslem leaders in Gaoyao were found guilty of insubordination and sentenced to be pilloried in their own county. When Magistrate Tang received this order he issued a notice summoning his officers, and the very next morning swaggered into the court and punished the offenders.
He was just about to leave, when two men came in to appeal to him, and he ordered them to approach for questioning. The first was called Wang Er, and he lived next door to Senior Licentiate Yan. In the third month of the previous year the Yan family’s sucking pig had strayed into the Wangs’ yard, but the Wangs had returned it immediately. Yan said, 「To take a pig back like this means very bad luck.」 He forced the Wangs to buy it for eighty cents of silver. They had fattened it up till it weighed over a hundred catties, when it wandered into the Yans’ yard by mistake. The Yan family shut it up, and when Wang’s elder brother went to ask for it, Senior Licentiate Yan said, 「It’s my pig, and if you want it you must pay me the market price for it.」 Wang was a poor man—how could he find the money? But when he started to argue, Yan’s sons took the bolt of the door and a rolling-pin and beat him within an inch of his life. He was lying at home now with a broken leg, so his younger brother had come to lodge a complaint.
The magistrate turned to the other plaintiff, who was between fifty and sixty years old, and asked, 「What is your name?」「Huang Meng-tong,」 was the answer. 「I live in the country. In the ninth month last year I came to the city to pay my taxes. But I didn’t have enough money, so I asked a go-between to borrow twenty taels of silver for me from Senior licentiate Yan at three per cent monthly interest. I signed a contract with Senior Licentiate Yan, but I didn’t take the money, for here in town I met a relative from the country who said he could lend me part of the amount and I should borrow the rest from friends in the country. He advised me not to borrow from Senior Licentiate Yan. After paying my taxes, I went back with this relative. That was more than six months ago. Just lately I remembered the agreement I had signed, and came back to town to ask Senior Licentiate Yan to give it back to me. But he demanded that I pay the interest for all these months. ’I didn’t borrow the money, so why should I pay interest?’ I asked. Senior Licentiate Yan said if I had taken the agreement back at once, he could have lent the money to someone else. As it was, I had prevented his using those twenty taels, and made him lose half a year’s interest. Now I must pay it. I realized I was in the wrong, and asked the go-between to speak for me, promising to take Senior Licentiate Yan presents of pork and wine if he would give me back the contract. But he still insisted on having the money. Now he has seized my donkey and grain sacks as a fine, yet he still hasn’t returned that contract. I ask you, sir, to judge such underhand dealings!」「A man who is a senior licentiate ranks among the scholars,」 declared Magistrate Tang, 「yet instead of doing good deeds, he cheats poor people like this. Disgraceful!」 He approved both plaintiffs’ petitions, and told them to wait outside.Now somebody had already reported this to Yan. He was panic-stricken, and thought, 「Both complaints are true, and if I have to appear in court I shall lose face. Better make myself scarce.」 He bundled some things together and fled to the provincial capital.
The magistrate signed a warrant and sent runners to Yan’s house to arrest him, but he had flown. Then they went to his younger brother Yan Da-yu. These two brothers did not live together. Yan Da-yu had bought himself the rank of a scholar of the Imperial College and had more than one hundred thousand taels of silver. But, rich as he was, he was timid. When the runners showed him the warrant and he learned that his brother was not at home, he dared not offend them. He entertained them to a meal, gave them two thousand coins and sent them off. Then he hurriedly ordered a servant to ask his two brothers-in-law over to discuss the matter.
One of the brothers-in-law was called Wang De and the other Wang Ren. They were scholars, one of whom drew a subsidy from the prefectural school and the other from the county school. Both of them made a very good thing out of teaching, and were famous as tutors. When they received Yan Da-yu’s message, they came at once.Yan Da-yu told them all that had happened. 「There’s even a warrant out for his arrest. What’s to be done?」 he asked.Wang Ren laughed and said, 「Your brother is always saying how friendly he is with Magistrate Tang. How could he be frightened away by a little thing like this?」「Never mind that,」 said Yan Da-yu. 「The fact is that my brother has gone, while runners from the yamen have been to my house looking for someone to arrest. I can’t drop my own business to go and look for him. And he wouldn’t come back anyway.」「His private affairs have nothing to do with you,」 said Wang Ren.「That’s where you’re wrong,」 protested Wang De. 「Because our brother-in-law is rich, the runners will consider him as lawful prey. If nothing is done, they can make things hot for him. I suggest that we go to the root of the matter by sending mediators to satisfy the plaintiffs. Then we can address an appeal to the magistrate and avoid further trouble.」
「If mediators are needed,」 said Wang Ren, 「we two can call on Wang Er and Huang Meng-tong, and talk them round. We’ll return the pig to the Wang family along with some silver to compensate for the elder brother’s broken leg. And we’ll look for Huang’s contract and return it to him. Then we shouldn’t have any more trouble.」「Yes,」 said Yan Da-yu. 「But my sister-in-law is a silly woman and my nephews are like young wolves—they never listen to reason. They’ll refuse to return the pig and the contract.」「This is a serious matter,」 said Wang De. 「If your sister-in-law and nephews are stubborn, that will be your bad luck. Because then you will have to pay the Wangs for the pig. As for the contract, in our capacity as mediators we will draw up a statement for Huang Meng-tong to the effect that the old contract is null and void. That’s the only thing to do. Then you’ll hear no more about it.」 They decided at once that this was the only solution, and handled the whole business very competently. And when Yan Da-yu had spent over ten taels of silver on the plaintiffs and yamen officials, the case was closed.
A few days later, Yan Da-yu invited the two Wang brothers to a feast to express his gratitude. When they made excuses and would not come, he ordered his servant to tell them that their sister was unwell and wanted to see them too. On hearing this, the two scholars came. Yan Da-yu invited them into the front hall and offered them tea, then told a servant to inform his wife that they had arrived. Presently a maid invited them to Mrs. Yan’s room, and they went in. Their sister had grown very pale and thin. She looked too frail to walk, yet she was preparing melon seeds, chestnuts and other sweetmeats for them. When she saw her brothers, she left her work and stepped forward to welcome them; and the nurse brought in the concubine’s three-year-old son, in a silver necklet and red suit, to see his uncles.While they were sipping tea, another maid announced, 「The new wife asks permission to pay her respects.」「We won’t disturb her,」 the Wang brothers responded politely. Then they sat down for a chat and asked after their sister’s illness, urging her, since she was so weak, to take more cordials. While they were talking, a feast was laid in the front hall and they were invited to the table.
In the course of conversation Senior licentiate Yan’s name came up. Wang Ren said to Wang De with a laugh, 「I can’t understand, brother, how anyone who writes so badly ever passed the examination and became a stipendiary.」「That was thirty years ago,」 Wang De answered. 「In those days the examiners were all censors—what did they know about compositions?」「He’s been growing more and more peculiar,」 said Wang Ren. 「Since we are related, we invite him to several feasts each year, but he never offers us so much as a cup of wine. It was only the year before last, when he became a senior licentiate and put up a flagstaff, that he invited me to a feast.」「I did not go,」 said Wang De with a frown. 「He made that senior licentiate rank a pretext to extract presents from everybody. County runners—even village heads—all had to fork out. He pocketed more than two hundred strings of cash altogether. But he never paid his cook, nor the butcher—even now he still owes them money. Every month or so they make a scene in his house. It’s shocking.」
「I am really ashamed of him,」 said Yan Da-yu. 「Though I have a little land, I don’t mind telling you, our family of four usually feel it would be extravagant to buy pork. When my son is hungry, we just buy four cash worth of cooked meat for him. But although my brother has no land and so many mouths to feed, every other day he buys about five catties of pork and insists on having it cooked to a turn. Then they finish it all in one meal, and in the evening he gets fish on credit again. We inherited the same amount of land, but he has just eaten up his property; and now he sneaks out the family’s ebony chairs through the back door to exchange for pork dumplings. What can I do about it?」The Wang brothers burst out laughing, then said, 「We’ve been so busy talking about that fool, we’ve forgotten to drink. Let’s have the dice. Whoever wins first place among the palace scholars shall drink a cup.」 Wang De and Wang Ren became palace scholars in turn, and drank a dozen cups apiece. Strangely enough, the dice seemed to know human affairs; because Yan Da-yu did not become a palace scholar even once. Wang Ren and Wang De clapped their hands and roared with laughter, drinking until after midnight when they were carried home.
Mrs. Yan’s illness went from bad to worse. Every day four or five doctors came to prescribe expensive cordials for her, but in vain. Soon she was completely bed-ridden, and concubine Zhao, the mother of the little boy, stayed by her bedside, giving her draughts of medicine and waiting on her hand and foot. After it became clear that the mistress was not going to recover, the concubine brought her child to the foot of the bed every evening and sat there weeping. And one night she said:「All I pray for now is that Buddha will take me away in your place and let you get well.」「That’s a silly way to talk,」 said Mrs. Yan. 「Everyone’s span of life is fixed. How can you change with someone else?」「Don’t say that,」 begged the concubine. 「What does my death matter? But if anything happened to you, ma’am, the master would certainly marry again. He is over forty but has only one son; and if he marries again, the new wife will care only for her own children. A stepmother is always cruel. Then my son wouldn’t live to grow up, and that would be the death of me. I’d rather die now, instead of you, to save this child’s life.」Mrs. Yan said nothing.
Every day, with tears in her eyes, concubine Zhao nursed the sick woman and would not leave her. One evening, however, she left the room and did not come back for some time.「Where is the new wife?」 asked Mrs. Yan.A maid told her, 「Every evening the new wife burns incense in the courtyard and cries, praying to heaven and earth to let her die in your place, ma’am. This evening she thought you seemed worse, so she went out earlier to pray.」Still Mrs. Yan looked rather sceptical.The next evening, however, when the concubine cried as she poured out all her fears again, the wife said, 「Very well. We can suggest to the master that when I die he should make you his wife.」At once Concubine Zhao called Yan Da-yu in, and told him what the mistress had said.「In that case,」 said Yan, who had been hoping for this, 「I must invite my brothers-in-law tomorrow morning to settle the matter, in order that we may have witnesses.」「Do as you think best,」 said his wife, with a weary wave of her hand.
Accordingly, Yan Da-yu sent to invite the Wang brothers to come early the next day.When they had seen the doctor’s prescriptions and discussed what other famous physicians could be called, Yan took the brothers into his wife’s room and told them their sister’s wish, saying:「Ask her yourselves.」They went up to the bed. Mrs. Yan was too weak to speak, but she pointed at the child and nodded her head. The two brothers pulled long faces and said nothing. Presently they were invited into the library to eat, but still they made no reference to the matter.After they had eaten, Yan Da-yu took them into a private room; and after speaking about his wife’s illness, he said with tears, 「Since your sister married me twenty years ago, she has been a true helpmate. But now that she is dying, what am I to do? The other day she mentioned that your parents’ tombs needed repairing, and that she had a little gift to leave you as a memento.」 Having sent the servants out of the room, he opened a chest and took out two packets of silver, each containing a hundred taels. These he gave to Wang De and Wang Ren, saying, 「Please don’t take me amiss.」The Wang brothers took hold of the silver with both hands.「Please don’t have any scruples,」 Mr. Yan went on. 「When you need money for sacrifices I’ll be responsible for all expenses. Tomorrow I will send sedan-chairs to fetch your wives. Your sister has some trinkets to give them as souvenirs.」
They had just gone back to the outer room when some guests arrived, and Mr. Yan went out to entertain them. By the time he came back, the Wang brothers’ eyes were red with weeping, and Wang Ren said, 「I was telling my brother that our sister is truly a woman in a million and does credit to our family. For I doubt if even you, sir, ever conceived such a noble scheme. If you still hesitate, then you are no true man.」「Do you realize,」 asked Wang De solemnly, 「that the perpetuation of your line depends on making Concubine Zhao your wife? For if our sister dies and you marry another, the new wife may torture our nephew to death. Then not only will your parents in heaven be ill at ease, but our ancestors also.」Striking his fist on the table, Wang Ren declared, 「The great thing about us scholars is our adherence to principles. If we were writing a composition to speak for Confucius, we should take exactly the line that we are taking now. If you refuse to listen to us, we will never visit you again.」「I am afraid my relatives may object,」 said Mr. Yan.「You can count on us,」 the brothers assured him. 「But this thing must be done in a big way. Give us a few more taels of silver, and tomorrow we shall act as hosts and invite over a hundred of your relatives to a feast. While our sister’s eyes can still see, you and Concubine Zhao shall worship heaven and earth and the ancestors together, showing that she is your lawful wife. Then your relatives will have to hold their tongues.」Yan Da-yu gave another fifty taels of silver to the Wang brothers, who then left, exuding righteousness from every pore.
The next day, accordingly, Wang Ren and Wang De came to Mr. Yan’s house and wrote scores of invitations to relatives from the various branches of the family. And all of them came, with the exception of Senior Licentiate Yan’s five sons from next door. When the guests had breakfasted, they went to Mrs. Yan’s bedside to witness her will, which her brothers drew up and signed. Meantime Mr. Yan put on a scholar’s cap, a blue gown and red silk sash, while Concubine Zhao dressed herself in crimson and put a gold chaplet on her head. As they worshipped heaven and earth and the ancestors, Wang Ren drew on his vast erudition to write a most moving announcement of this marriage to the Yan ancestors. And having informed the ancestors, they left the shrine.Then Wang Ren and Wang De sent for their wives, and kowtowed together to the new husband and wife. All the relatives congratulated them in order of seniority, after which the stewards, menservants and maidservants did reverence to their master and mistress. The new wife went in alone to bow before the dying mistress, calling her 「Elder Sister.」 But Mrs. Yan had already lost consciousness.These ceremonies at an end, the guests crowded into the great hall, second hall, library and inner chambers to sit down to more than twenty tables.
They feasted till midnight. Mr. Yan was acting as host in the great hall when his son’s wet-nurse burst in breathlessly, and cried, 「The mistress has passed away!」Weeping, Mr. Yan went to the bedroom and found his new wife beating her head against the bed. At his entry, she gave a cry and fainted. They helped her up, prized open her teeth and poured hot water down her throat. Then she came to herself and rolled on the floor, tearing her hair and sobbing as if her heart would break. Not even her husband could calm her. While the servants were in the hall and the guests in the other rooms, the two sisters-in-law took advantage of the confusion to whisk away the clothes, gold, and pearls. One of them even picked up the gold chaplet that the new wife had let fall, and concealed it in her clothes.Mr. Yan told the nurse to bring in his son, and threw a coarse linen cloth over the child’s shoulders as a sign of mourning; the coffin had been ready for some time. They placed the corpse in the coffin, which had been set in the central hall. It was now dawn. All the guests filed in, bowed before the coffin and went home.
The next day, white mourning was sent to all the relatives-two lengths of cloth for each house. The new wife insisted that she should wear heavy mourning, but on this point the Wang brothers were adamant. In unison they quoted one of the sayings of Confucius, and warned her, 「You must conform to etiquette. Now you stand in the relationship of a sister to the dead woman, and a younger sister mourning for her elder sister should only wear mourning for one year—fine linen and a white cloth head-dress.」The ceremony to be used was agreed upon, and the date of the funeral announced. They fasted, held the funeral, and spent four or five thousand taels of silver, observing the rites for half a year. We need not dwell on the details.The new Mrs. Yan felt very much indebted to the Wang brothers. After the harvest she sent them two piculs of rice apiece, two piculs of pickled vegetables and four hams, to say nothing of chickens, ducks and other delicacies.
Soon New Year’s Eve came round. Mr. Yan worshipped heaven and earth and the ancestors, then sat down to a feast with his new wife opposite him and the nurse and child sitting at one side of the table.After drinking several cups of wine, tears rolled down Mr. Yan’s cheeks as he pointed to a chest and said, 「Yesterday the pawnshop sent three hundred taels of interest over. That was my first wife’s private property. It used to come every year just before New Year’s Eve, and I always gave it to her and let her do what she liked with it. Now they have sent it again, but there is no one to take it.」「You can’t say there is no use for her money,」 said the new wife. 「I remember how she used to spend it. In the old days, at every festival the nuns would send her presents and the flower-girls would give her little trinkets, while those blind girls who often came to play the three-stringed lyre wouldn’t budge from the door. She gave them all money, she was so kind. And when she saw poor relations she would feed them even if she had nothing to eat herself, and give them clothes even if it meant going without herself. The money was all too little for her. Even if it had been more, she would have used it all. Her two brothers were the only ones who did not take a cent from her. To my mind it would be better to keep the money to spend it on charity after New Year in her name. And what’s left won’t be much; it could be given to your two brothers-in-law for their travelling expenses when they go to take the examination next year. This would be only right and proper.」
As she was speaking, a cat under the table crawled up Mr. Yan’s leg, and he gave it a kick. The frightened cat shot into the bedroom and jumped onto the canopy of the bed.Then they heard a great crash. Something had fallen from the top of the bed and smashed the wine vat on the floor. Taking a candle they hurried in to look, and found that the silly cat had knocked off a piece of the bedstead, bringing down a big wicker basket full of dates which had fallen in the wine. Now the dates were scattered on the ground, the basket lying on its side; and it took the two of them to right it. Then, under the dates, they discovered paper packages containing five hundred taels of silver.「I knew she couldn’t have spent all that silver,」 said Mr. Yan with a sigh. 「This must be what she saved over the years. She wanted to keep it in readiness for whenever I might need money in a hurry. But where is she now?」He shed tears again, and called servants to sweep the floor while he and his new wife put a plateful of the dates on the table before the shrine and, kneeling there, wept again. Because of this, Mr. Yan did not go out to pay New Year visits, but stayed at home weeping from time to time, feeling out of sorts and in low spirits.
After the Lantern Festival, he felt stabs of pain in his heart. At first he just put up with them, doing his accounts as usual every night until midnight; but gradually he lost his appetite and wasted away till he was nothing but skin and bones. Yet he grudged the money to buy ginseng.His wife begged him, 「Don’t trouble about all your business—you aren’t well.」But he retorted, 「My son is still small. Who else is there to see to things? As long as I live I must manage my affairs.」As spring wore on, however, he had a liver complaint and had to take to his bed, able only to drink a little gruel every day. When the weather became warmer, he forced himself to eat and made the effort to get up and walk about. But by autumn he was worse again and had to keep to his bed. When it was time to reap the early rice, he sent his stewards and menservants down to his estates; but he could not rest easy in his mind.
One morning he had just taken his medicine when he heard the rustle of falling leaves against the window, and felt a fearful premonition. He heaved a long sigh, and turned his face to the wall.The new wife brought the Wang brothers in to see how he was before they left for the provincial examination. Ordering a maid to help him, Mr. Yan struggled to a sitting position.「We have not seen you for many days, and now you are thinner than ever,」 said the brothers. 「It’s good, though, that you still look so cheerful.」Mr. Yan asked them to be seated, wished them success in their coming examination, and offered them refreshments. He told them what had happened on New Year’s Eve, and asked his wife to bring in some silver. 「This was her idea,」 he told them. 「She suggested that this small sum of money that my wife left should be given to you for your trip. I am very ill, and don’t know if I shall see you again. After my death, I beg you to watch over your nephew as he grows up. Help him to study and pass the prefectural examination, so that he need not be bullied as I have been all my life by my brother.」Wang De and Wang Ren accepted the silver, each taking two packets. They thanked Mr. Yan profusely, said all they could to comfort him, then took their leave.
From that time onward Mr. Yan sank daily. All his relatives came to ask how he was, his five nephews taking it in turn to help the doctors administer cordials. But after the Mid-Autumn Festival the doctors stopped prescribing medicine, and all the stewards and servants were summoned back from the estates.For three days Mr. Yan hovered between life and death, too weak to speak. On the evening of the third day an oil lamp was lit on his table, and the room was crowded with relatives. They could hear the beginning of the death-rattle in his throat; but he refused to die. He took his hand from beneath the quilt and stretched out two fingers.The eldest nephew stepped up to the bed and asked, 「Do you mean that there are two relatives who haven’t come, uncle?」Yan shook his head.The second nephew stepped forward and asked, 「Do you mean there are still two lots of silver you haven’t told us about, uncle?」Yan stared hard at him, shook his head even more vehemently, and held out his fingers more earnestly than ever.The wet-nurse, who was carrying his son, put in, 「The master must be thinking of the two uncles who aren’t here.」But when he heard this, he closed his eyes and shook his head. Only his fingers did not move.Then the new wife hastily stepped forward, dabbing at her eyes. 「They’re all wide of the mark,」 she said. 「I’m the only one who knows what you mean.」But to know what it was, you must read the chapter which follows.