Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Children's Ways of Fighting

Chapter 6 Children's Ways of Fighting 1 I wrote earlier that "for me when I was a child, my father was an unapproachable person", which has always made me a little uneasy.Since then, on trips to India and Belgium, I have thought carefully about my dad.So the joys and days spent together and Dad's many important teachings come to mind. Tell me about one of them.It all started when I said, "You can't grow up in the woods and become famous."In fact, as soon as I uttered this sentence, I myself immediately felt that it was a complaint.My father just gave me a serious look, while my mother seemed to want to teach me a lesson.

The river that flows through the village where I was born joins another river and continues to flow down. Downstream is a place called Ozu, where there is the old castle of the Kato Clan, where my great-grandfather was said to have served.My mother told me that there was a scholar named Nakae Fujiki in Kato’s family, who was a Confucianist who did Japanese-style research on Chinese classical culture.He was born in a poor farming family, but he is well-known in Japan as a great scholar. "I heard that Mr. Fujiki," my mother said, "while doing his studies, he sells alcohol to support his mother..."

When my mother said this, my father, who was doing the final inspection work for Huang Ruixiang, the raw material for banknotes printed by the Cabinet Printing Bureau every day, took over the conversation like a person talking to himself, saying, "Selling wine to feed my mother, and to feed my mother." Mom buys wine to drink, which one is good and which one is not good?..." Mom knew that Dad was joking with her, and the topic of the day couldn't let go of Mr. Fujiki's knowledge.Coincidentally, the next day my father needed to go to Dazhou due to work, and my mother asked my father to take me with me, and let me take a look at the stone monument of Mr. Fujiki in the old city.

Before going to bed that day, I had been mopping up my dad's bike and my borrowed bike, oiling them up and getting them ready for the road tomorrow.Early the next morning, we set off.I also know what my mother is thinking. She must also intend to let me, a child who does not run out with other children, experience the joy of long-distance cycling. For a long time afterwards, I even kept seeing one thing that I experienced that day in my dreams.After arriving in Dazhou, my father went to run some errands, and I waited alone by the hut in front of the bank.I found a donkey that had been harnessed to a cart by the side of the road.I can't remember where I read a story about a donkey herder abusing a donkey.It seems that there are also some translated European folk tales. I suddenly remembered the sympathy I felt when I read the story, so I reached out and wanted to stroke the tip of the nose of the not too tall donkey.Unexpectedly, the donkey opened its mouth and bit my hand with a "quack".At that moment, I had the feeling of experiencing the "truth of life".What I saw in my dreams was always the mutilated appearance of the donkey before it came to bite me, and the strong milky white teeth that were exposed when it opened its mouth to bite me.Maybe the donkey just wanted to frighten me.

2 Follow up on the topic just now.Dad finished his work and came out, and said something unexpected to me: "Mom brought us a box lunch, how about we eat it later? The stele is just to see, and I can't even read the content. There is a noodle shop not far away, and I heard it is still open. Let's go there to talk Bar." The phrase "it's still open" is true for a reason.At that time, because it was the eve of the end of the war and there was a shortage of food, there were not many food shops that could continue to open. In this way, I was taken to a noodle shop by my father.It sits next to the bridge and sits on it overlooking the deep river.There is a thick willow tree at the entrance, which is extremely incompatible with the word "noodle shop", and it looks more like a quiet and dignified house.There are already customers in the store.Dad and I were taken through a long corridor of dirt roads and sat in a small room at the end of the road.We asked for things that we usually don't enjoy - Dad had a beer, I had a soda, and then we had noodles.

Another unexpected thing happened after the meal.It wasn't my father who would sometimes stare at my mother when listening to my mother urging me to study, but now he talked about Nakae Fujiki in more detail than my mother. The Mr. Fujiki that my father said has nothing to do with learning, like a historical movie, so I had doubts about its credibility.A long time later, I read Hideo Kobayashi's "Motoi Nobunaga", and found that the part written in this book that quoted "Mr. Fujiki's Chronicle" was what my father said about Nakae Fujiki's boyhood. Because it is a content that is not common elsewhere, I think that Dad may have used the same material as Kobayashi.Perhaps reading a formal biography based on this material.I'm not talking about my dad's cultivation, I think he was as interested in the great people of the land as my mother was...  

I write what my father said here according to memory.When Fujiki's grandfather moved to the continent from other territories with the feudal lord, the young Fujiki also went there.His grandfather was ordered to be the responsible person of that land - Feng Xing.During the famine year, the peasants who were about to starve wanted to flee one after another, and the act was done to prevent the peasants from suffering a lot. There was a rude villager named Spauku, who was about to lead the peasants to flee, but Tengshu's grandfather wanted to arrest him, but he resisted, so Feng Xing stabbed Sibaoku to death with a spear.Spauku's wife grabbed Fengxing's feet and tried to drag him down, but was also stabbed to death on the spot.

Keeping this hatred in mind, Spaku's son has always wanted to attack Fujiki's house.Thirteen-year-old Teng Shu hangs a knife in his waist and patrols around the house at night, becoming his grandfather's arm. "I will take time to learn about the Fuji tree in the future. Today I know that the young Fuji tree is such a person." My father told me that if my mother asked about the stele, I would answer it like this. On the way back to the village, my father and I got off the car at the wide beach where the river flows from our village to the continent, and ate the boxed lunch my mother brought us.My father, who had returned to normal, suddenly noticed that I was thinking about something alone, so he asked:

"Is there anything unclear about what I just said?" My father once taught me that when you ask a question, you must first think about what you want to ask, otherwise don't ask.In the process of sorting out the problems, it would be best if you figured it out yourself.Therefore, when I was riding a bicycle with my father, I sorted out the incredible and interesting problems that I found that day. My question 1: Dazhou is a large town, do farmers live in such a town? Baba said that the place where the incident happened was under the jurisdiction of the Kato domain of Ozu, but it was far away from the entire territory.Such a place is called an "enclave", and the place name at that time was "Fengzao", but now it is a very remote place in Songshan.Fang's father explained that because some places are far away from the field of competence, the responsibility for carrying out the management is particularly great, so he tried his best to prevent the farmers from fleeing.

I originally wanted to ask the peasants who fled from their rented fields, where did they flee to?However, this question seemed too difficult for Dad, so I didn't ask.This is also the teaching I got from my father.Because Dad said, when you ask others questions, don't ask embarrassing questions.Now I'm talking about what I've done.But in retrospect, I still think it is quite restrained for a child to be able to do this. My question 2: Isn't it despicable to insist on stabbing Si Baoku with a short knife to death with a long gun? Dad said: Japan was divided into many domains at that time, and there was a big difference in status between officials like Fengxing and farmers like Spoku.The difference would be even greater if Spoku had been a gangster.A person of high status who stabs a person of low status with a spear will not be dismissed as despicable.At that time, Feng Xing was riding a horse and accompanied by his servants.

Hearing this, I can imagine what it must have been like for Spaku's wife to grab Shih Shinh's feet and try to drag him down. My question 3: I think the thirteen-year-old Tengshu is very brave to patrol in the middle of the night with a knife.I can not do it.I told Dad these words frankly. Dad looked at the flowing water below the river beach for a long time without speaking.At this moment, my father's expression of staring at Jiang's face again clearly appeared in my mind.It was not long after our conversation that the county magistrate came to our village on a "wartime industrial inspection" and visited our house to see the device that Huang Ruixiang was transported out after finalizing it. This was made in Osaka according to my father's design.That day he ordered Dad to move the contraption that a man couldn't move.In the evening, Dad stared at the river from behind the house for a long time.Dad died not long after that. Back to my topic.Dad thought about it for a long time, but what he said was not a direct answer to my question.But my father once warned me: "Answer questions directly, and don't say redundant or ambiguous words." I think my father is a little incredible. "Spaoku's son repeatedly shot flaming arrows at the monk in an attempt to burn down his house. Such an action could not have been done by one person, so the son of Spauku must have accomplices, and they probably stayed in the In the mountains. If he is a child, he must have been an adult at that time." Dad said. Dad also said: "This is a little war between two forces. Fujiki is indeed a brave boy. And you, it's better to say that you don't have that kind of courage. It's normal for children. Shouldn't children have a child's way of fighting?" What? If the son of Spaucu comes at the door with his accomplices, because you are a child, hide in a small pit and watch what is going on from there. Look in your heart, don't forget, this is a child How about the way of fighting..." Mr. Kobayashi from Tokyo mentioned earlier said in an article introducing Nakae Fujiki’s boyhood: “It is that wasteland that cultivated the knowledge of Fujiki.” Compared with Fujiki, it’s just that the times have changed, and I was also born in that wasteland. , grew up in a family that was not suitable for cultivating knowledge.But my parents, in their own way, have been working hard to clear the wasteland for me.