Chapter 8 chapter eight

Much has changed in Teralba's life since it became known that the other half of the Viscount had returned, a good equal to his original evil half. In the morning I accompanied Dr. Trelawney to his patients.Because he gradually resumed practicing medicine, he realized how many diseases afflicted our people here. The long-term famine in the past few years has destroyed people's constitution, and no one practiced medicine before. We were walking on the country road, and along the way we saw the marks left by my uncle when he came.My uncle, and I mean the kind uncle, went every morning not only to the sick, but also to the poor, the old, and anyone who needed assistance from others.

· In Bacchia's vegetable garden, the pomegranate tree was ripening, and each pomegranate was wrapped in a handkerchief.As soon as we saw it, Batchcha had a toothache again.My uncle wrapped the pomegranate so that the pomegranate would not burst and lose its seeds when the current owner was sick and could not come out to pick it; it was also a sign to tell Dr. Trelawney to come here to see the sick and bring a pliers. The abbot of the monastery, Ceco, planted a sunflower on the balcony, which grew poorly and never bloomed.That morning we found three hens tied to the balcony railing, pecking at the chickens and dropping piles of gray manure in the sunflower pots.We know this means that the dean has diarrhea.My uncle tethered the hens, both to fertilize the sunflowers and to inform Dr. Trelawney of the emergency.

On the steps of Mrs. Zilomina, we saw a string of snails climbing up the door. They were large snails that could be cooked and eaten.My uncle caught it from the woods and gave it to Zilomina. It was also a sign to inform the doctor that the poor old lady's heart attack was getting worse, and that she should be gentle when entering the door so as not to frighten her. All these signals were used by the good Medardo to make the patient's less reckless urgent appeal to the doctor, and also gave Trelawney a glimpse of the disease before he entered the door, thus eliminating the possibility of him setting foot in someone's house. The restraint and nervousness of dealing with patients he didn't know well.

Suddenly, alarms spread throughout the valley: "The villain! The villain is coming!" It turned out that people saw the evil half of my uncle appearing on horseback nearby.Everyone ran to hide in a hurry, Dr. Trelawney ran at the head of the crowd, and I followed behind. As we passed Zilomina's house, a row of snails on the steps had been trampled to pieces, all of which were sticky pulp and broken shells. "He's been here! Run!" Hens are tied to a tomato sieve where they shit on the balcony of Chief Cheko. "move!" In Bacchia's vegetable garden, pomegranates have been smashed to the ground, and an empty handkerchief hangs from a branch.

"Run!" Thus we live between benevolence and terror.The good man (that's what people called my uncle's left half, so as to correspond to the other half called the wicked) had been considered a saint.The crippled, the poor, the abandoned wives, all the afflicted ran to him.He could have taken this opportunity to become a Viscount.But he still wandered about in his old black cloak, on crutches, and in his patched blue-and-white striped sock, doing good to those who turned to him, and doing good to those who drove him viciously. Do good.He is dark and thin, with a gentle smile, as if he appeared from the sky, to help people in trouble, and to give people some good suggestions for preventing violence and crime.Wherever he went, there were no more goats breaking their legs in the canyon, no more drunks drawing swords in hotels, no more wives being tempted to go out to meet their lovers in the middle of the night.

Pamela has always lived in the forest.She set up a swing between two pine trees, then made a stronger one for the ewes and a lighter one for the ducks.She spends time on the swings with her livestock.In due time, though, the good man limped into the pine woods with a burden on his shoulders.He collected some clothes that needed to be washed and sewn from beggars, orphans, and patients without relatives, and asked Pamela to wash and mend, so that she could do something good for others.Pamela was bored all the time in the forest, and she began to wash in the stream, and he helped her.Later, she hung the washed clothes to dry on the ropes of the swing, and the good man sat on a rock and read "Jerusalem Liberated" to her.

Pamela was not at all interested in reading, and lay on her back in the grass, catching lice on her body (because she lived in Sensiuli, she was infested with some small parasites), and using a branch called a goad Scratching, yawning, kicking stones with bare feet, taking a long look at his pink and fat thighs.The good man kept his eyes on the book, and read paragraph by paragraph, all he wanted to cultivate in this village girl was a refined and noble demeanor. But she didn't want to follow the clues of the storyline in the book, and she was bored, so she quietly instigated the ewe to lick the good man's side of the cheek, and the duck jumped onto his book.The good man jumped back, holding up the closed book.At that very moment the villain rode up from the woods, and slashed at the good man, and slashed at the book, and split the book in half, leaving the half with the binding in the good man's hand, and the severed part That - half divided into dry pieces of broken pages floating in the air.The villain fled on horseback.He must have wanted to cut off the good man's half head, when two animals jumped on the good man.Tasso's book—pages with half-lines and white margins blowing in the wind, hanging from pine branches, swinging into grass and running water, Pamela stood on a mound watching the flakes of white paper fly, saying "How beautiful!" Several half-pages flew down the path Trelawney and I were passing.The doctor caught a flying piece of paper, turned it over and over, tried to connect these endless words into sentences, and finally shook his head and said: "But I can't understand it at all... tsk... tsk... "

The reputation of a good man spread among the Huguenots, and old Ezequiele was often seen standing on the highest platform of the yellowed vineyard, looking out over the gravel trail winding up from the bottom of the valley. . "Father," said one of his sons, "I see you are looking down the hill as if waiting for someone to come." "Waiting for that man," Ezechiele replied, "a decent man expects him with confidence; a bad man waits with trepidation." "Father, are you waiting for the cripple who crippled the other leg?" "Have you heard of him, too?"

"The people down there don't talk about anything but sowing seeds now. Do you think he's going to come up to us?" "Since we are where honest people live, and he lives honestly, there's no reason why he shouldn't come." "For people who walk on crutches, this mule road is too dangerous and steep." "But a cripple rode by." When the other Huguenots heard Ezequiele speak, they came out of the vines and gathered around him.When they heard that it was the Viscount, they were speechless and trembling with fright. "My lord father, Ezekiele," they began to speak, "when the slender man came that night, the lightning burned half the oak tree, and you said that maybe one day a best traveler would come to visit us."

Ezekiele bowed his head in agreement, his beard hanging down his chest. "Father, the cripple in question has the same deformity as the other, but in opposite parts, they are opposite in body and in spirit: the one is kind, the other is cruel. This is the visit you foretold. ?" "Everyone on every road might come to visit us," Ezekiele said, "so he might come too." "Then we all hope it is he who comes," said the Huguenots. Ezequiele's wife walked by pushing a cart of dried vines, staring straight ahead. "We're always looking forward to all kinds of good things," she said, "but if anyone comes limping up our hill, it's only a poor man crippled in war, and we, for better or for worse, We should act righteously every day, and keep planting our land."

"We know that," replied the Huguenots, "have we said the opposite?" "Well, since everyone thinks the same," said the woman, "let us all go back to hoeing and mowing." "Plague and disaster!" Ezekiele said angrily, "who told you to stop working?" The believers went to the field one after another and picked up the tools thrown on the edge of the field, but at this moment, Esau, who was not paying attention to his father, climbed up the fig tree to eat the early fruits and shouted: "Look down there! Who is riding on it?" came up the mountain with mules?" There was indeed a mule coming up the hill with a halfling tied to a pack rack.This is a good man who bought an old and sickly mule.Because even the slaughterhouse doesn't want the mule, they throw it into the river and drown it. "I'm only half the weight of a man," he thought to himself, "this mule can handle it. I have a horse to ride, and I can go farther to do good things." In this way, as the first time to travel far , he came to see the Huguenots. The parishioners lined up, stood upright, and sang carols to welcome him.Then the old man stepped forward and greeted him like a brother.The good man dismounted from the old mule, answered the greeting with dignity and courtesy, kissed the hand of Ezekiele's wife, who was standing aside with a stern face and sullen face, greeted everyone, and stretched out his hand to caress Ezekiele, who was withdrawing. Sau's rough hair.He cared about everyone's sufferings, listened to their persecution experiences, seemed very moved, and angrily complained for them.Naturally, they avoided religious differences, and only discussed these matters as a series of misfortunes due to the common evils of mankind.Medardo ignores the fact that this persecution came from the church to which he belonged, while the Huguenots did not speak of their teachings and were afraid to say what was theologically wrong.They all disapproved of any violence and outrage, ending the conversation with vague philanthropy.Everyone agrees, but overall the atmosphere seems a bit cold. Then the good man visits the fields, sympathizing with the poor crops, but expressing joy that at least there is still a good crop of rye. "What price do you sell?" he asked them. "Three silver pieces a pound," said Ezekiele. "Three silver pieces a pound? But the poor folk in Tyrar are dying of starvation. My friend, they can't afford a handful of wheat! Perhaps you don't know, the hail has ruined the oats in their fields , only you can save many of their families from the famine!" "We know," Ezekiele said, "that's why we can get a good price..." "But please show mercy to the poor and lower the price of rye... think about it and do something good that you can..." Old Ezequiele stood before the good man, with his arms folded, and all the Huguenots imitated him and stood opposite the good man. "A handout, brother," he said, "doesn't mean a concession on price." When the good man went to the field, he saw skinny old people hoeing in the scorching sun. "You don't look well," he said to an old man who was hoeing there. "You don't feel sick?" "How can a man in his seventies feel better when he has hoeed the ground for ten hours with only a little turnip soup in his stomach?" "He is my cousin Adam," said Ezekiele, "a distinguished farmer." "But an old man like you should rest and eat well!" The good man was talking when he was pulled away by Ezekiele. "It's very hard for all of us here to earn bread, brother." He said in a tone that couldn't be argued. When he first arrived, after the good man got off the mule, he tied the mule himself and asked for a sack of grain and grass to comfort it for its hard work in climbing the mountain.Ezequiele and his wife looked at each other, because they thought that such a mule would be enough for a handful of wild chicory.But it was the warmest moment of welcoming the guests, and they sent for fodder anyway.Now, the old man Ezekiele had to think again, he was really reluctant to let that mule hide eat up their little straw.Without letting the guests hear him, he called Esau playfully and told him: "Esau, you walk up to the mule gently, take the feed, and feed it something else?" "A medicinal soup for chewing gas, okay?" "Corn cobs, bean shells, whatever you want." Esau went, took the bag from the mule, and was kicked by the mule and had to limp a few steps.He hid the rest of the corn and hay so that he could sell it for himself later, but said the mules had eaten it all. It was near dusk.The good man stood in the field with the Huguenots, not knowing what to say. "Guest, we have a whole hour to work," Ezequiele's wife said. "Then I won't bother you." "Good luck, guest." Good Medardo mounted his mule. "A poor man crippled by war," said a woman after he had gone. "How many of them are there in this place? Poor people!" "Poor people indeed," said the whole family. "Mad God and disaster star!" The old man Ezekiele was patrolling the fields, raising his fist and roaring at the losses caused by poorly done farm work and drought. "Plague God and Calamity Star!"