五 羊群 The Flock of Sheep

Ping’er was hired as a shepherd boy.He chased and struck at the flock, running all over the hillside.The hilltop seemed to burst into tiny flowers—it turned green!And then it turned red!Ping’er was forever teasing the girls gathering wild greens on the hilltop; he would drive one sheep off by itself to eat the greens they had gathered in their baskets.Sometimes he would pick out a large sheep and come riding it as though it were a horse!The little girls cried in fright; to them he looked like a monkey sitting on a sheep’s back.From the time Ping’er began tending sheep, his talents gradually developed.He drove the sheep to a desolate place and gathered all the village children there to practise riding them.Every day the sheep, like pigs reluctant to move, lay scattered all over the open country.

平儿被雇做了牧羊童。他追打群羊跑遍山坡。山顶像是开著小花一般,绿了!而变红了!山顶拾野菜的孩子,平儿不断的戏弄她们,他单独的赶著一只羊去吃她们筐子里拾得的野菜。有时他选一条大身体的羊,像骑马一样的骑著来了!小的女孩们吓得哭著,她们看他像个猴子坐在羊背上。平儿从牧羊时起,他的本领渐渐得已发展。他把羊赶到荒凉的地方去,招集村中所有的孩子练习骑羊。每天那些羊和不喜欢行动的猪一样散遍在旷野。

彿On the way home, the flock stretched in a white expanse ahead of him, while he rode on the back of the last sheep, like a great general commanding his troops.He flourished his whip and felt immensely proud.

行在归途上,前面白茫茫的一片,他在最后的一个羊背上,彷佛是大将统帅著兵卒一般。他手耍著鞭子,觉得十分得意。

“Have you eaten your fill?。」Your midday meal.”

「你吃饱了吗?午饭。」

Zhao San had grown much gentler with his son.Since the incident, he seemed to have become meek.

赵三对儿子温和了许多。从遇事以后他好像是温顺了。

使That day Ping’er was romping on a sheep’s back; as they entered the main gate, the sheep ran wildly, leaving him unable to jump off, so that he looked like a crazed monkey capering on its back.One rainy day, as he rode through the main gate on a sheep’s back, he knocked over a child; his master beat him off the sheep with a firewood rake, then went on beating him as though he were a lump of dead flesh.

那天平儿正戏耍在羊背上,在进大门的时候,羊疯狂的跑著,使他不能从羊背跳下,那样他像耍著的羊背上张狂的猴子。一个下雨的天气,在羊背上进大门的时候,他把小孩撞倒,主人用拾柴的耙子把他打下羊背来,仍是不停,像打著一块死肉一般。

That night Ping’er could not sleep; he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.His father moved his huge palm over him, patting and soothing him:

夜里,平儿不能睡,辗转著不能睡。爹爹动著他庞大的手掌拍抚他:

“You’ve been running all day!Aren’t you tired yet? Hurry up and sleep!!」You must get up early for work!”

「跑了一天!还不困倦,快快睡吧!早早起来好上工!」

Under his father’s gentle hand, Ping’er felt the injustice of it all!

平儿在爹爹温顺的手下,感到委屈了!

“I was beaten!。」My bottom hurts.”

His father got up, took a little red medicinal powder from a paper packet, and rubbed it onto the broken skin.

爹爹起来,在一个纸包里取出一点红色的药粉给他涂擦破口的地方。

His father had grown old!The child was still so young; Zhao San felt there was little pleasure in being alive.退The next day Ping’er went to work only to be dismissed and sent home; Zhao San was sitting in the kitchen weaving a chicken coop from rice straw, and he said:

爹爹是老了!孩子还那样小,赵三感到人活著没有什么意趣了。第二天平儿去上工被辞退回来,赵三坐在厨房用谷草正织鸡笼,他说:

“Good!!」Tomorrow you can come sell chicken coops with your father!”

「好啊!明天跟爹爹去卖鸡笼吧!」

As dawn was about to break, he called to the child:

天将明他叫著孩子:

。」“Get up. Come sell chicken coops with your father.”

「起来吧,跟爹爹去卖鸡笼。」

Granny Wang pressed cooked rice into firm balls with her hands, and the father and son, bound for town, tucked them into their pockets for lunch.

王婆把米饭用手打成坚实的团子,进城的父子装进衣袋去,算做午餐。

On the first day very few chicken coops were sold, and in the evening they carried the rest home again.Granny Wang rattled about in the rice jar:

第一天卖出去的鸡笼很少,晚间又都背著回来。王婆弄著米缸响:

……“I told you to keep more rice for us to eat, but you insisted on selling it...?……What are we to eat now?...?」What are we to eat?”

「我说多留些米吃,你偏要卖出去……又吃什么呢?……又吃什么呢?」

The old man gave her the copper coins from inside his coat, and she said:

老头子把怀中的铜板给她,她说:

?」“It isn’t today we have nothing to eat—it’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”

「不是今天没有吃的,是明天呀?」

:「!」Zhao San said, “Tomorrow? That is easily settled. Tomorrow we’ll sell a few more coops, and then we’ll have something!”

赵三说:「明天,那好说,明天多卖出几个笼子就有了!」

In a single morning, ten chicken coops were sold!Only three larger ones remained, piled there.His father counted the notes in his palm while Ping’er ate a rice ball.

一个上午,十个鸡笼卖出去了!只剩下三个大些的,堆在那里。爹爹手心上数著票子,平儿在吃饭团。

!」“There’s more than a hundred coppers here. We ought to go and have a bowl of doufunao!”

「一百枚还多著,我们该去喝碗豆腐脑来!」

So they went beneath a nearby cloth awning and squatted beside the vendor’s carrying-pole stall, eating the steaming food.Ping’er’s was served first; vinegar was only just being poured into his father’s bowl.How novel this food was to Ping’er!How delightfully a bowl of doufunao comforted Ping’er’s little belly!His eyes round, he gulped down the whole bowl of doufunao!

他们就到不远的那个布棚下,蹲在担子旁吃著冒气的食品。是平儿先吃,爹爹的那碗才正在上面倒醋。平儿对于这食品是怎么新鲜呀!一碗豆腐脑是怎样舒畅著平儿的小肠子呀!他的眼睛圆圆地把一碗豆腐脑吞食完了!

:「!」The vendor said, “Another bowl for the boy!”

那个叫卖人说:「孩子再来一碗吧!」

:「?」His father exclaimed in surprise, “Finished already?”

爹爹惊奇著:「吃完了?」

:「!」Lowering his ladle into the pot, the vendor said, “Let him have another bowl—I’ll charge you only half price!”

那个叫卖人把勺子放下锅去说:「再来一碗算半碗的钱吧!」

Ping’er’s eyes slid toward his father as he held out his bowl.He slurped the doufunao with great loud sucking sounds.Zhao San did not eat that way; keeping his eyes on the chicken coops, he ate slowly and slowly, until at last he too had finished!He said:

平儿的眼睛溜著爹爹把碗给过去。他喝豆腐脑作出大大的抽响来。赵三却不那样,他把眼光放在鸡笼的地方,慢慢吃,慢慢吃终于也吃完了!他说:

“Ping’er, you can’t finish yours, can you?。」Pour a little into my bowl.”

「平儿,你吃不下吧?倒给我碗点。」

Ping’er poured a very, very little into his father’s bowl.After paying, his father went back to watch over the chicken coops.Ping’er stayed where he was; loath to part with the very last drops of broth, the child tilted his head toward the sky, as though clapping the bowl over his face.

平儿倒给爹爹很少很少。给过钱爹爹去看守鸡笼。平儿仍在那里,孩子贪恋著一点点最末的汤水,头仰向天,把碗扣在脸上一般。

Whenever anyone passing through the vegetable market showed the least interest in the chicken coops, Zhao San would say:

菜市上买菜的人经过,若注意一下鸡笼,赵三就说:

“Buy one!。」Only ten copper coins.”

「买吧!仅是十个铜板。」

In the end no one bought the three coops; two were given to his father to carry, while the last bulged on Ping’er’s back.As they passed the cattle and horse market, Ping’er pointed and cried:

终于三个鸡笼没有人买,两个分给爹爹,留下一个在平儿的背上突起著。经过牛马市,平儿指嚷著:

。」“Father, there’s our brown ox.”

「爹爹,咱们的青牛在那儿。」

The large chicken coop swayed on his back as the child went to look at the ox.Zhao San smiled and said to the man selling it:

大鸡笼在背上荡动著,孩子去看青牛。赵三笑了,向那个卖牛人说:

?」“Selling it again?”

「又出卖吗?」

As he spoke, Zhao San felt an unaccountable pang of sorrow.When he reached home, he told Granny Wang:

说著这话,赵三无缘的感到酸心。到家他向王婆说:

。」“Just now I saw that brown ox at the market.”

「方才看见那条青牛在市上。」

。」“It belongs to someone else now, so don’t speak of it.” Granny Wang was irritable all day long.

「人家的了,就别提了。」王婆整天地不耐烦。

As Zhao San went on selling chicken coops, he gradually learned how to haggle;little by little, sitting at the foot of a wall, he learned to call out to customers, and he often bought Ping’er one or two red-and-green sugar balls.Later they no longer even needed to bring rice balls.

卖鸡笼渐渐的赵三会说价了;慢慢的坐在墙根他会招呼了,也常常给平儿买一两块红绿的糖球吃。后来连饭团也不用带。

Every day he brought home some copper coins and handed them to Granny Wang, but she was never pleased, putting the money away as though without taking any notice of it.

他弄些铜板每天交给王婆,可是她总不喜欢,就像无意之中把钱放起来。

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Erli Ban arranged another position for Ping’er, this time as a shop boy.The child grew angry when he heard.

二里半又给说妥一家,叫平儿去做小伙计。孩子听了这话,就生气。

!」:「。」“I won’t go. I can’t—they’re always beating me!” Enamoured of selling chicken coops, Ping’er said, “I’d rather go into town with Father.”

「我不去,我不能,他们好打我呀!」平儿为了卖鸡笼所迷恋:「我还是跟爹爹进城。」

Granny Wang insisted absolutely that the child become a shop boy.She said:

王婆绝对主张孩子去做小伙计。她说:

?」“What use are you tagging along when your father sells chicken coops?”

「你爹爹卖鸡笼你跟著做什么?」

:「。」Zhao San said, “Let it be. If he won’t go, then he needn’t.”

赵三说:「算了吧,不去就不去吧。」

The copper coins filled Zhao San with enthusiasm; he wove chicken coops even at midnight, and he said to Granny Wang:

铜板兴奋著赵三,半夜他也是织鸡笼,他向王婆说:

“Why don’t you learn to do it too? It’s a livelihood!。」Then we could weave several more.”

「你就不好也来学学,一种营生呢!还好多织几个。」

滿But Granny Wang went off to sleep all the same, as though she resented his weaving chicken coops, as though she opposed it.

但是王婆仍是去睡,就像对于他织鸡笼,怀著不满似的,就像反对他织鸡笼似的。

Ping’er sympathized with his father; he was willing to carry the coops, and to carry one more.His father said:

平儿同情著父亲,他愿意背鸡笼,多背一个。爹爹说:

“Don’t carry any more!!」That’s enough!”

「不要背了!够了!」

He shouldered another anyway, and just as they were leaving he found a smaller one and carried it in his hand.His father asked:

他又背一个,临出门时他又找个小一点的提在手里。爹爹问:

“Can you manage that?!」Take two of them back—we won’t sell them all!”

「你能拿动吗?送回两个去吧,卖不完啊!」

Once they brought a catty of meat back from town and ate a proper evening meal.

有一次从城里割一斤肉回来,吃了一顿像样的晚餐。

The women of the village envied Granny Wang:

村中妇人羡慕王婆:

“Third Brother is truly capable!。」Once you’ve sold your ox, you can’t grow grain anymore, but this is better than growing grain—it brings in more money.”

「三哥真能干哩!把一条牛卖掉,不能再种粮食,可是这比种粮食更好,更能得钱。」

As they passed Erli Ban’s door, Ping’er took Bowlegs along into town.Ping’er asked his father for some copper coins and bought his little friend two slices of fried mantou.西」()。Then they went to jostle in the crowd around a little shed where a gong was being beaten; for one copper coin each, they saw a “Western peepshow” street performance.You looked into it through a tiny glass lens that admitted only one eye, and inside an enlarged picture moved.There were men fighting, men carrying guns; very soon it changed to another picture.The man working the pictures sang as he went;and explained as he sang:

经过二里半门前,平儿把罗圈腿也领进城去。平儿向爹爹要了铜板给小朋友买两片油煎馒头。又走到敲锣搭著小棚的地方去挤撞,每人花一个铜板看一看「西洋景」(街头影戏)。那是从一个嵌著小玻璃镜,只容一个眼睛的地方看进去,里面有一张放大的画片活动著。打仗的,拿著枪的,很快又换上一张别样的。耍画片的人一面唱;一面讲:

“Here is another scene of foreigners at war.Look at the ‘Old Hairies’ taking the city—what a terrific crashing and clattering!……」No one knows how many were killed...”

「这又是一片洋人打仗。你看『老毛子』夺城,那真是哗啦啦!打死的不知多少……」

:「!」Bowlegs cried that he could not see clearly, and Ping’er told him, “Close one eye!”

罗圈腿嚷著看不清,平儿告诉他:「你把眼睛闭起一个来!」

But before long it was over!They were driven out again from the bustling town the children loved.Ping’er was packed once more into this village that seemed sunk in sleep.The reason was that the season when chicks first hatched from their eggs had already passed.Every household had gotten their chicken coops ready.

可是不久这就完了!从热闹的,孩子热爱的城里把他们又赶出来。平儿又被装进这睡著一般的乡村。原因,小鸡初生卵的时节已经过去。家家把鸡笼全预备好了。

Ping'er was unwilling to go along, so Zhao San went into town alone and sold them at a reduced price.Later he sold them at a loss.In the end he stopped going altogether.In the kitchen the chicken coops were stacked up high against the wall.西使使These things used to make Zhao San happy; now they made him angry.

平儿不愿意跟著,赵三自己进城,减价出卖。后来折本卖。最后他也不去了。厨房里鸡笼靠墙高摆起来。这些东西从前会使赵三欢喜,现在会使他生气。

Ping'er again rode on the sheep's back to herd the flock.But Zhao San had suffered a blow!

平儿又骑在羊背上去牧羊。但是赵三是受了挫伤!

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What it’s about

A flock of sheep gathers vulnerable bodies into a single moving mass, watched and directed by people whose own freedom is narrow. The animals crowd, scatter and submit to handling, their individual fear easily lost in the collective. Around them, village relations continue through work and talk; ownership determines who benefits, while tending and suffering fall elsewhere. Xiao Hong's close attention to sound and motion keeps the flock from becoming a simple emblem even as parallels with the human community become unavoidable.

The chapter studies how cruelty can emerge without a theatrical villain. Hunger, impatience and custom authorize rough treatment, and spectators absorb it as part of the day's business. Yet the people controlling sheep are themselves constrained by landlords, family authority and the demands of survival. That layered power is crucial to the novel: oppression does not make its victims harmless, nor does individual kindness dismantle the arrangement. By letting animals occupy the foreground, Xiao Hong asks what a community looks like when seen as bodies herded by need. The answer prepares the transition from seasonal hardship to political coercion later in the book.

When it was written 背景

The sheep chapter forms part of 生死場's first half, composed before organized anti-Japanese resistance enters the narrative. Its emphasis on animals connects Xiao Hong with a modernist interest in bodily perception while remaining rooted in the mixed human-animal economy of a poor northern village. Readers should resist reducing every sheep to a symbolic peasant; the ethical force comes from the animals being materially present as well as suggestive. Repeated action verbs and flock movements make the section manageable for learners even when pastoral terms are unfamiliar. Notice also the narrative distance: the prose can move abruptly from intimate sensation to a broad view of the group, a technique later applied to crowds under occupation.

Words in this chapter 生词