第一百三十七篇第一百三十七篇Story One Hundred and Thirty-Seven

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Story One Hundred and Thirty-Seven · Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

Licentiate Liu

A line drawing in the manner of a late-Qing lithographed edition: on a country road outside the south gate of a walled county town in daylight, a bearded magistrate in official robe and black hat bows forward, holding up a wine cup in one hand and gripping the bridle of a stout old donkey with the other, while a middle-aged woman with a high hair knot and a cape sits on the donkey and looks down at him with a wry, vexed look; an incense burner smokes on a rock at the lower left, a large willow stands at the right, and crop fields, the town wall with its gate tower and low hills lie behind.

明季,蝗生青兗間,漸集于沂,沂令憂之。退臥署幕,夢一秀才來謁,峨冠綠衣,狀貌修偉,自言御蝗有策。詢之,答云:「明日西南道上有婦跨碩腹牝驢子,蝗神也。哀之,可免。」令異之。治具出邑南。伺良久,果有婦高髻褐帔,獨控老蒼衛,緩蹇北度。即爇香,捧卮酒,迎拜道左,捉驢不令去。婦問:「大夫將何為?」令便哀求:「區區小治,幸憫脫蝗口。」婦曰:「可恨柳秀才饒舌,泄我密機!當即以其身受,不損禾稼可耳。」乃盡三卮,瞥不復見。

明季,蝗生青兖间,渐集于沂,沂令忧之。退卧署幕,梦一秀才来谒,峨冠绿衣,状貌修伟,自言御蝗有策。询之,答云:「明日西南道上有妇跨硕腹牝驴子,蝗神也。哀之,可免。」令异之。治具出邑南。伺良久,果有妇高髻褐帔,独控老苍卫,缓蹇北度。即爇香,捧卮酒,迎拜道左,捉驴不令去。妇问:「大夫将何为?」令便哀求:「区区小治,幸悯脱蝗口。」妇曰:「可恨柳秀才饶舌,泄我密机!当即以其身受,不损禾稼可耳。」乃尽三卮,瞥不复见。

Late in the Ming dynasty, locusts sprang up between Qingzhou and Yanzhou and gradually massed toward Yi. The magistrate of Yi was worried. He withdrew to lie down behind the curtains of his office, and dreamed that a licentiate came to call on him: a tall, fine-looking man in a high hat and a green robe, who said he had a plan for warding off the locusts. When the magistrate asked what it was, he answered: “Tomorrow, on the road to the southwest, there will be a woman riding a big-bellied she-donkey. She is the Locust Spirit. Plead with her, and you may be spared.” The magistrate thought this strange. He prepared offerings and went out south of the town. He waited a long while, and sure enough a woman came, her hair piled high, a brown cape over her shoulders, alone on an old grey donkey that plodded slowly northward. At once he lit incense, raised a cup of wine, and bowed to greet her at the side of the road, and took hold of the donkey so that it could not go on. “What does Your Honour mean to do?” the woman asked. The magistrate pleaded: “Mine is a poor little district. I beg you to have pity and spare it from the locusts’ jaws.” “Curse that Licentiate Liu and his wagging tongue,” said the woman, “letting out my secret! Then he shall take it on his own body, and the crops will not be harmed.” She drained three cups, and in a blink she was gone.

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