What is the original text of "Kong Jiji"?

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The layout of the hotels in Luzhen is different from other places: there is a large square-shaped counter on the street, with hot water prepared in the cabinet, so that you can warm the wine at any time. . Workers, after taking a break from work in the afternoon and evening, would spend four copper coins each time to buy a bowl of wine. This happened more than 20 years ago, and now each bowl costs ten copper coins. Standing outside the counter , have a hot drink and rest; if you are willing to spend an extra penny, you can buy a plate of salted bamboo shoots or fennel beans to drink with you. If you spend more than ten pence, you can buy a meat dish, but these customers , mostly from the short-clothes gang, probably not so wealthy. Only those wearing long gowns walked into the house next to the store, asked for wine and food, and sat down to drink slowly.

I have been working as a waiter in the Xianheng Hotel at the entrance of the town since I was twelve years old. The shopkeeper said that I looked too stupid and was afraid that I would not be able to serve the long-gown customers, so I just did something outside. Although the short-coat patrons outside are easy to talk to, there are also many who are nagging and confused. They often have to watch the rice wine being scooped out from the jar, check whether there is water at the bottom of the pot, and see if the pot is placed in hot water. Then they can rest assured: under such strict supervision, the chàn water is also very good. Difficult. So a few days later, the shopkeeper said again that I couldn't do it. Fortunately, the person who recommended me was so kind that I couldn't be fired, so I was assigned to the boring job of warming wine.

From then on, I stood at the counter all day long, focusing on my duties. Although there is no dereliction of duty, it always feels a bit monotonous and boring. The shopkeeper had a fierce face, and the patrons were not nice either, and he was not lively. Only when Kong Yiji came to the shop could he laugh a few times, so I still remember it to this day.

Kong Yiji was the only person wearing a long gown while drinking while standing. He is tall and tall, with a pale complexion and often scars between his wrinkles, and a shaggy gray beard. Although he was wearing a long gown, it was dirty and torn. It seemed that it had not been mended or washed in more than ten years. When he talks to people, he always talks a lot, making people half-understand him. Because his surname was Kong, others nicknamed him Kong Yiji from the semi-understandable words "Master Kong Yiji" written on the red paper. As soon as Kong Yiji arrived at the shop, all the drinkers looked at him and smiled, and some shouted, "Kong Yiji, you have a new scar on your face!" He did not answer, but said to the cabinet, "Warm two bowls of wine. "I asked for a plate of fennel beans." They deliberately shouted loudly, "You must have stolen someone else's thing again!" Kong Yiji opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air..." "What innocence? I saw you steal it the day before yesterday. The books from the He family were hung up and beaten." Kong Yiji blushed, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and argued, "Stealing books cannot be counted as stealing... Stealing books!... The things of scholars can be counted as stealing. What?" followed by a series of difficult words, such as "a gentleman is poor", "he is so", etc., which caused everyone to burst into laughter: the atmosphere inside and outside the store was full of joy.

I heard people talking behind the scenes that Kong Yiji had also studied in the past, but in the end he did not go to school and could not make a living. As a result, he became poorer and poorer, and was about to beg for food. Fortunately, if he writes well, he will copy books for others in exchange for a bowl of rice. It's a pity that he also has a bad temper, that is, he likes to drink and is lazy to do things. Within a few days, people, books, papers, pens, and inkstones all disappeared. This happened several times, and no one asked him to copy the book. Kong Yiji had no choice but to steal from time to time. But in our store, his conduct was better than others, that is, he never defaulted on arrears. Although he occasionally did not have cash, he temporarily recorded it on the pink board, but within a month, he would definitely pay it off, and Kong Yiji was wiped off the pink board. name.

Kong Yiji drank half a bowl of wine, and his flushed face gradually returned to normal. Someone else asked again, "Kong Yiji, do you really know how to read?" Kong Yiji looked at the person who asked him, obviously Showing disdain to argue. They then said, "How come you can't even catch half a scholar?" Kong Yiji immediately looked depressed and uneasy, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and he said something; this time it was all nonsense. Something like that, some people don’t understand. At this time, everyone burst into laughter: the atmosphere inside and outside the store was full of joy.

At these times, I can laugh along and the shopkeeper will never blame me. Moreover, when the shopkeeper met Kong Yiji, he would always ask him this question, which made people laugh. Kong Yiji knew that he could not talk to them, so he had no choice but to talk to his children. Once he said to me, "Have you read the book?" I nodded slightly. He said, "Have read the book...I will give you a test. How do you write the word fennel for fennel beans?" I thought, does a person who is just like a beggar deserve to take the test from me? So he turned around and said no more. Pay attention.

Kong Yiji waited for a long time and said sincerely, "Can't you write?...I'll teach you, remember! These words should be remembered. When I become the shopkeeper in the future, I will use them when writing accounts." I thought to myself and the shopkeeper His level is still far away, and our shopkeeper never pays for fennel beans. He was funny and impatient, so he answered him lazily, "Who wants you to teach me? Isn't it just a back-and-forth reply?" "Kong Yiji looked extremely happy, tapped his long nails on the counter, nodded and said, "Yes, yes!... There are four ways to write the word "hui", did you know?" I became more and more impatient. Walk away with your mouth open. Kong Yiji had just dipped his nails in the wine and wanted to write something on the cabinet. When he saw that I was not enthusiastic, he sighed again, showing a very regretful look.

"How many? Not much."

A few times, the neighbor children heard the laughter and joined in the fun, surrounding Kong Yiji. So he gave each of them one. After the child finished eating the beans, he still stayed with his eyes looking at the plate. Kong Yiji panicked, stretched out his fingers to cover the plate, bent down and said, "Not much, I don't have much anymore." He straightened up and looked at the beans again, shook his head and said, "Not much, not much! Not much!" Really? Not much." Then the group of children dispersed amid laughter.

Kong Yiji is such a joyful person, but without him, others would live like this.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shopkeeper was slowly settling the bill, taking off the powder board, and suddenly said, "Kong Yiji hasn't been here for a long time. He still owes nineteen yuan!" "I also feel that he has indeed not been here for a long time. A drinker said, "Why is he here?... He broke his leg." The shopkeeper said, "Oh!" "He always steals. This time, he was unconscious and stole to Ding Juren's house. Did you steal the things from his house?" "What happened next?" "What happened? First I wrote a plea, then I was beaten for most of the night, and then my leg was broken." "What happened next?" "What happened next? The leg was discounted. ""What about the discount?" "How?... Who knows? Maybe he is dead." The shopkeeper stopped asking and continued to settle his accounts slowly.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is getting cooler day by day, and it is almost early winter. I have to put on a cotton-padded jacket even if I rely on the fire all day. During the second half of the day, there wasn't a single customer, so I just sat there with my eyes closed. Suddenly I heard a voice, "Warm a bowl of wine." Although this voice was very low, it was very familiar. When I looked, there was no one at all. Standing up and looking outside, Kong Yiji was sitting under the counter facing the threshold. His face was dark and thin, and he was already out of shape. He wore a ragged jacket, crossed his legs, put a cattail bag underneath, and hung it on his shoulders with a straw rope. When he saw me, he said again, "Warm a bowl of wine." The shopkeeper also stretched out his head and said, "Kong Yiji? You still owe nineteen yuan!" Kong Yiji looked up dejectedly and replied, "This... I'll pay it off next time." The wine is better." The shopkeeper said to him with a smile as usual, "Kong Yiji, you stole something again!" But this time he was not very discerning and just said, "Don't make fun of me!" "Take fun of me? What if?" If you don't steal, how can you break your leg?" Kong Yiji whispered, "Break, fall, fall..." His eyes looked like he was begging the shopkeeper not to mention it again. At this time, several people had gathered, and both he and the shopkeeper laughed. I warmed the wine, took it out, and placed it on the threshold. He took out four coins from his ragged pocket and put it in my hand. I saw that his hands were covered with mud. It turned out that he had walked here with these hands. After a while, he finished his drink, sat down and slowly walked away with his hands amidst the laughter of others.

Since then, I haven’t seen Kong Yiji for a long time. At the end of the year, the shopkeeper took off the pink board and said, "Kong Yiji still owes nineteen cents!" On the Dragon Boat Festival of the next year, he said again, "Kong Yiji still owes nineteen cents!" But he didn't say it until the Mid-Autumn Festival. I didn't see him until the end of the year.

I haven’t seen him until now—I guess Kong Yiji is indeed dead.

Written in the winter of 1918

Introduction

"Kong Yiji" is a novel in Lu Xun's collection of novels "The Scream". The protagonist of the novel. This novel is the second vernacular novel written by Lu Xun before the May 4th Movement after "Diary of a Madman". This novel describes Kong Yiji as a scholar who was not admitted as a scholar. He lacked practical skills and only had pedantic "knowledge" such as "There are several ways to write the word 'fennel' in 'fennel beans'". He lost his dignity as a human being and became the object of ridicule in the tavern "Xianheng Hotel". Later, his legs were broken for stealing books.

According to the content of the novel, because his surname was Kong, others nicknamed him "Kong Yiji" from the semi-intelligible words "Kong Yiji, Lord Shang" on the red paper. The novel exposed some social problems at that time - the imperial examination system created a large number of scholars who only knew how to write papers and had no practical skills to make a living. The novel creates the image of Kong Yiji, a ridiculous and pathetic low-level character, and exposes the indifference between people.

Author

Lu Xun (September 25, 1881-October 19, 1936), whose original name was Zhou Shuren, whose courtesy name was Hencai, was from Shaoxing, Zhejiang. Famous modern Chinese proletarian writer, thinker, revolutionist, political commentator, and important leader of the New Culture Movement. Known as "Wen Si Ge" (a great writer, thinker and revolutionist). Representative works: novel collection "Scream", "Wandering", etc., prose collection "Morning Flowers Picked Up at Dusk", prose poetry collection "Weeds", essay collection "Huagai Collection", "Just Collection", "Grave", etc.