Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Sanji

Traditional markets in Gambia are boring. Such an assertion, coming from a graduate student trained in Western knowledge, may sound harsh, like a slur against a backward country. But it is polite to say it is boring. The traditional market in Gambia is several times less lively than the most deserted vegetable market in Taiwan. Skinny vegetables and fruits, compared to Taiwanese farmers who are really good at growing things), or things that are about to be eaten (such as malnourished calves, chickens with sparse coats, but the prices are expensive in their eyes), as for Every household here can make daily necessities such as straw baskets or baskets, so no one is stupid enough to sell them.

This kind of deserted market is the norm, and it is normal in backward countries. Mr. Durkheim, who is known as one of the three great masters who pioneered sociology, divided the formation of society into "organic linkage" and "mechanical linkage". Every family raises a little poultry and grows some lettuce and sweet potatoes. Unfortunately, men, women, and children can weave and use rough handicrafts, so the exchange of "pure" goods becomes unnecessary. If there is one, it will be planted, and if there is a shortage, it will be born. The Gambian tribe is this kind of society that has not yet had a precise occupational division of labor. Everyone does everything in the same way, so there is no question of who needs who. Therefore, the tribes do not cooperate very much, and even have clear emotional barriers. Tribal wars The fights often go on and on. If Lettuce Village specializes in lettuce and Ganshu Village specializes in sweet potatoes, the two villages can communicate with each other and they won't be killed all day long.

The science of sociology emphasizes that "division of labor" is the beginning of modern society, and "capitalism is the internal driving force for promoting division of labor", I think it is quite reasonable. Back to the market. In the Gambian tribe, most of the people who would bring chickens out for sale were because the chicken could no longer lay eggs, and they were reluctant to eat it (not because they were reluctant to kill it, but eating it was equivalent to eating money), so they simply brought it out Give it a try. Since you can't lay eggs, there are very few people who would buy a luxury like chicken and go back to eat it.

As for the egg-laying chicken at home, the people who unfortunately died just came out to buy the egg-laying chicken, so there is a little possibility of trading, but Jim told me that the price of a hen that can lay eggs is the price of an old hen that can’t lay eggs Triple the chicken, tsk tsk. Naturally, this kind of traditional market did not attract my interest, and I lost my interest after a few visits. In fact, I don't think it has any academic research value. My teacher also felt the same way. The keen Jamieson noticed our slack eyesight, so he decided to drive us to the big bazaar in the nearby urban area to open our eyes.

The faster the planet develops, the greater the incongruity manifested around the world, and this is particularly evident in Gambia. There are a lot of merchants gathered in the big market near the urban area. Of course, there are inevitably vegetables and fruits for sale, but the fruits and vegetables are much more plump and rich, and the prices are also high. Obviously, these merchants think that people who will come here to choose goods They are richer (mostly with Western faces, fewer tourists, but more dependents of diplomats), and there are many chickens, chickens, ducks, and ducks, with bright feathers and a much higher chance of laying eggs.

We casually wandered into a busy chicken stall, and one of them, a quiet-looking, stylish hen caught my eye. It neither barked nor moved much, and though it had no eyebrows, I could tell it was frowning. I think of a Japanese comic called "Ruffian Warrior", in which there is a vicious scar-faced rogue who raised a chicken in high school and tied it with a dog leash, so he was kept in the school like this, it's very cool, especially the rogue has always been I don't understand why his chicken doesn't lay eggs, and the little follower next to him doesn't dare to explain it to the hooligan, because it is a rooster.

Let's go back to the word "very dick". Yeah, raising a chicken on a chain, what a dick! In Taiwan, I may not be able to raise chickens for the rest of my life, so this is a great opportunity to make a move. In addition, I have been thinking about what gift I should give Jim before returning to Taiwan. But if it’s a chicken, I think it’s an okay gift, and it’s up to him to kill, sell or raise it. But today, because Jamieson brought us out, Jim is not around to help me translate. I had a lot of difficulties (not doubts) when buying chickens. Although it is not too expensive to buy chickens at the original price, understanding the bargaining price is the language of Wanguo Night Market. I still don't want to be taken advantage of in vain, so I shouted the price on the spot in simple English.

"Five shields." I compared five. "Thirty shields!" The peddler waved his hands vigorously, not politely. Fuck, for thirty guilders I can order God to make it rain, and I can also kill an unknown oil bump. Buy a chicken from you? "Five shields." I insisted. "Thirty guilders!" The peddler kept waving his hands without looking away from me. I sneered and spread my hands. "Nine knives, you are too exaggerated." The teacher kicked my ass with the shoe. "Ten shields!" I shook my head. "Twenty-five guilders!" The peddler waved his hand without looking at me.

Sure enough, the prices are approaching each other, and no one can insist. "Ten shields!" I pointed to the calm hen. Only a thinking chicken like him is worthy of being a novelist's chicken. "Twenty guilders! Finally!" The peddler picked up the chicken and put it directly in front of me, as if to tie its feet up with a rope for me. "I haven't decided yet, twenty guilders is too expensive!" I said, shaking my head firmly. "Nine knives, what are you doing buying chickens!" The teacher was a little impatient, but Jamieson was an old god, lazy as if he had nothing to do with himself.

"Please let me buy it." I turned my head and begged the teacher. "We will continue shopping later. You hugged a chicken at the beginning, how are you going to visit?" the teacher warned me. "I didn't want to hug, I wanted to hold." I solemnly clarified that it would be stupid to hug. If I go back to Taiwan and let everyone know that I walked the streets with a chicken, everyone will think I am a dick. "Fifteen guilders!" The peddler probably saw that my teacher and I were arguing over whether to buy this chicken, so he quickly lowered the price.

Then he quickly helped me tie the chicken's feet with a rope, and lifted it upside down for me. "Okay!" I stopped talking, but insisted on asking him for a rope, gesticulating and asking him to help me tie the rope around the chicken's neck instead of its feet. But there was something wrong with how the hawker tied it. The extremely firm binding method made me feel that the chicken would suffocate to death within a few minutes.As a compromise, the chicken vendor tied the hen's neck casually, then wrapped two circles of rope around the chicken's body, and tied a knot. I untied the rope on the hen's feet so that it could walk. It looks a bit weird, although the rope tied to the belly of the chicken is a bit weird, but I am like this, as long as others think it's weird, I think it's good enough. "Sanji! Let's go!" I pulled lightly, and Sanji walked forward frowning. "What Sanji?" The teacher sighed, feeling ashamed. Jamieson laughed.