Chapter 8 10/11/12/13/14

For the next two weeks, the weather became extremely cold.First it snowed.It was one morning, and Charlie Bucket was getting dressed to go to school when it suddenly snowed.Standing by the window, he saw that the cold sky was iron-gray, and large flakes of snow were falling down one after another. By evening, four feet of snow had accumulated around the cabin, and Bucket had to cut his way through the front door to get to the road.After the heavy snowfall, there were several days in a row that the strong wind blew non-stop.Ah, cold, bitterly cold!Everything Charlie touched seemed to be made of ice, and the cold wind cut his face like a sharp knife as soon as he stepped outside the house.

In the room, gusts of piercing cold wind came in through the cracks in the windows and under the door, leaving nowhere for people to hide.Four old men huddled up on the bed in silence; as if trying to squeeze the cold out of their old bones.Nobody thinks about the exciting golden ticket anymore.There were only two most pressing concerns on the minds of everyone in the family, and that was to try to keep warm and to try to get enough to eat. However, very cold weather can create a strong appetite.Most of us find ourselves craving steaming stews, warm apple pies and all manner of warming delicacies; we are often luckier than we realize and usually get what we crave— Or almost enough to meet our needs.But Charlie Bucket never got what he wanted, because the family was poor and couldn't afford it, and the cold went on day by day, and he was so hungry he didn't think he'd ever been.Those two pieces of chocolate, the one he got on his birthday and the one bought by Grandpa Joe, had already been eaten up bit by bit. Now his three meals a day are the kind of cabbage soup with little water in it.

But suddenly, even this soup became thinner and thinner. This was due to the sudden bankruptcy of the toothpaste factory where Mr. Bucket worked and had to close down.Mr. Bucket hurried to look for work again, but he was out of luck.In the end, he only earned a few pennies by shoveling snow in the streets.But this little money is not enough to buy a quarter of the daily food needs of a family of seven. The situation has become more and more serious, and it is almost desperate.Now everyone's breakfast is just a small slice of thin bread, and maybe half a boiled potato for lunch. Slowly, but surely, the family began to starve.

Every day, little Charlie Bucket trudged to school on the snow, passing Mr. Willy Wonka's huge chocolate factory on the way.Every day when he approached the factory gate, he raised his head and sniffed the melting smell with his sharp nose. The delicious taste of chocolate.Sometimes he would stand motionless at the gate of the factory for several minutes at a time, inhaling the smell with great gulps, as if he wanted to eat the smell too. One freezing morning, Grandpa Joe poked his head out from under his blanket and said, "The kid needs to eat more, and we don't matter. We're old and don't have to worry about us anymore. But he's a growing boner." My child! He can't stand this going on! He's getting thinner and thinner, and he's reduced to a skeleton!"

"But what can be done?" murmured Grandma Josephine sadly. "He won't eat a little of our food. I heard his mother trying to put her piece of bread on his plate at breakfast just now." in it, but he won't touch it. He wants her to take it back." "What a fine lad he is," said Grandpa George, "he didn't deserve what happened to him." The harsh weather still continues day by day. Charlie watched as he lost weight day by day.He was pale, completely shriveled, and skinny.It seemed that he couldn't take it anymore, and he would definitely fall ill if he continued like this.

Strangely enough, children seem to deal with it very cleverly at times, and so did Charlie, who very quietly began to change his way of doing things little by little, so as to use as little physical energy as possible.Every morning, he leaves home ten minutes earlier, so that he can walk to school slowly without having to run because of the rush of time.During recess, other children rushed outside the classroom to throw snowballs and wrestle in the snow, but he sat quietly in the classroom, allowing himself to get enough rest.Now he does everything very carefully, moving slowly so as not to consume too much energy.

One afternoon, he was walking home with the biting cold wind hitting his face. From time to time, he felt more hungry than ever. Suddenly, he saw a gleaming white thing in the snow-covered street ditch.Charley stepped across the street curb and bent down to see what it was.Even though the piece was half buried in the snow, he saw immediately what it was. It's a fiftypence piece! He took a quick look around. Did someone just fall off? No - that's impossible, because the coin is half covered with snow. A few passers-by hurried past him on the sidewalk, their cheeks buried deep in their coat collars, and the snow under their feet creaked loudly.No one is looking for money, and no one pays attention to the little boy squatting by the side of the street,

So the fiftypence is his? Can he take it? Charlie carefully picked the coin out of the snow.The coin was wet and dirty, but it was a perfect coin. A perfect fiftypence piece! He squeezed the coin tightly with trembling fingers and stared at it.At this moment, this soft coin is nothing to him, it is food. Charlie turned involuntarily and walked towards the nearest store.Only twenty or thirty feet away...it was a stationery store, that is, the kind that sells almost everything, candy and cigars too...what should he buy, he asked himself quickly and quietly...could he Buy a nice piece of chocolate, eat it all up, eat it right then and there... and take the rest of the money back to his mother.

Charlie went into the shop and put the wet fiftyp on the counter. "Get a Wonka Premium Whipple Cream Chocolate Fudge," he said, remembering the lovely chocolate he'd been given for his birthday. The man behind the counter is very fat and seems to eat well.His lips are thick, his cheeks are plump, his neck is very thick, and the fat on his neckline is piled up like a rubber band.He turned and took a bar of that chocolate; turned and handed it to Charlie.Charlie grabbed the chocolate and tore off the wrapping paper two or three times, taking a big bite.Then another mouthful...and another mouthful...ah, it's delicious to have big chunks of sweet and firm stuff in your mouth!Filling your mouth with delicious, firm food is so comforting and wonderful!

"Looks like you'd like to eat a whole piece, my boy," said the innkeeper cheerfully. Charlie nodded, his mouth full of chocolate. The shopkeeper put Charlie's change on the counter. "Eat slowly," he said, "you'll get a stomach ache if you gulp like that." Charlie was still hot and wolfing down the chocolate.He couldn't stop at all.In less than half a minute, the whole piece of chocolate went into the stomach.He could hardly breathe, but he felt so comfortable and so happy.He was reaching for the change, but stopped again.His eyes were just above the height of the counter, and he stared wide-eyed at the silver pieces on the counter, fivepence pieces, nine in all.So it won't matter if he spends another one...

"I would like," he said flatly, "I would like . "Of course!" said the portly shopkeeper, taking another Superior Whipple Cream Chocolate Fudge from the shelf behind him and placing it on the counter. Charlie picked it up and tore off the wrapper...and suddenly...just under the wrapper...there was a blinding flash of gold. Charlie's heart stopped beating. ************************* Don't stop, run straight to the house, understand? " Charlie nodded. 'You're sensible,' said the fat shopkeeper, and he paused, smiled at Charlie, and added, 'I've got a feeling you need this chance.I'm so glad you got it.Good luck to you, lad. " "Thanks," Charlie said.He turned around, spread his legs, and ran home as fast as he could on the snow.He ran past Willie.When he saw Mr Wonka's factory, he turned and waved at it, and couldn't help singing: "I'll see you! I'll see you soon!" He was home five minutes later. Charlie burst through the front door, yelling, "Mama! Mama! Mama!" Mrs. Bucket was in the old people's room, serving their supper soup. "Mother!" Charlie cried, rushing across the room toward them like the wind. "Look! I've got it! Look! Mother, look! That last golden ticket! It's mine! I found some money in the street and I bought two chocolates. The second one has A lot of people surrounded me to see this golden ticket. The store owner helped me run out, so I kept running home and I came back! This is the fifth golden ticket, mom, I found it It's here!" Mrs Bucket stood dumbfounded.The four old men, who were sitting on the bed, taking care not to overturn the soup bowl on their laps, dropped their spoons into the bowl with a thud, and lay there leaning against the pillows. For about ten seconds the room was completely silent; no one dared to speak or move for fear of spoiling the incredible moment. Then Grandpa Joe asked very gently, "Charlie, are you kidding us? Are you kidding me?" "It's true!" cried Charlie, rushing to the bed and showing him the big, handsome gold ticket. Grandpa Joe leaned forward to get a better look, and his nose almost touched the ticket.The rest watched him to see what he would say. —A wonderful smile bloomed little by little on Grandpa Joe's face.He looked up and stared at Charlie.His cheeks became alive again, and his eyes were wide open, shining with a happy light, and in the middle of the eyes, that is, in the black pupil, slowly flashed a light of extreme excitement.The old man took a deep breath.Suddenly, he didn't say anything, a burst of vitality seemed to erupt in his body, he opened his arms and shouted: "Okay...!" At the same time, his slender body suddenly jumped up from the bed Suddenly, his pot of soup fell on Grandma Josephine's face, and the ninety-six-and-a-half-year-old man made an unbelievable leap and jumped to the floor.He has been lying in bed for twenty years, but now he is dancing triumphantly in his pajamas. "Hey, whoa, whoa!" he cried. "Three cheers for Charlie, hi! hi! hooray!" At this moment the door opened and Mr Bucket came in, looking cold and tired from having been shoveling snow all day in the street. "What's the matter!" he asked aloud, "what's the matter?" They told him everything at once. "I don't believe it!" he said. "It's impossible." "Show him that ticket, Charlie!" cried Grandpa Joe, still dancing on the floor in his striped pajamas, looking like a friar. "Let your father see the fifth and last golden ticket in the world!" "Let me see, Charley," said Mr. Bucket, sinking wearily into a chair, and holding out his hand.Charlie stepped forward with the precious certificate in hand. The Golden Ticket was solid gold, hammered almost as thin as a sheet of paper, and it looked stunning.Printed in jet-black letters on one side in some clever way, it was an invitation - from Wonka's hand. "Read it aloud," said Grandpa Joe, climbing into bed again at last. "Let's all listen carefully to what's being said." Mr. Bucket held the lovely golden ticket close to his eyes, his hands trembling slightly, and it seemed that the matter occupied him completely.He took a few deep breaths, then cleared his throat and said, "Okay, I'll read. Listen: "Congratulations, the lucky one who found Mr. Willy Wonka's golden ticket! Warmly shake your hand! Treasures are in store for you! There are so many amazing and wonderful things waiting for you! I I formally invite you—you and the few others who have been lucky enough to find my golden tickets—to come to my factory as Oh's guest for a day. I, Willy Wonka, will personally accompany you on a tour of the factory so that You visit everything, and then, when it's time to part, there will be a train of trucks to take you home. I assure you, these trucks will be loaded with enough delicious candy to last you and your family for years. Anytime in the future, if you eat When you're done with those sweets, all you have to do is come to my factory and show this golden ticket and I'll be more than happy to send you sweets at your request and fill your pantry to the brim so you can live Enjoy delicious sweets. However, this is not the most exciting thing about your visit for the day. I have something else to surprise you, and all the holders of the golden tickets that I love from the bottom of my heart, which are Something more wondrous and unbelievable—something that is wondrous and delightful. Fascinating, astounding, and bewildering, unimaginable. Even in the wildest dreams you have, you do not Might imagine such a thing! Just wait and see! Now remember the instructions: The date of the visit is set for February 1st. On these two days, and not on any other day, you must be at ten o'clock in the morning Arrive at the gate of the factory on time. Don't be late! You can bring one or two family members to take care of you, Please don't be naughty.One more point - don't forget to bring this ticket or you will be turned away. Willy Wonka (signed)” "February 1st!" cried Mrs. Bucket. "To-morrow! It's the last day of January, and I remember it well!" "My God!" said Mr. Bucket, "I think you're right!" "You're just in time!" cried Grandpa Joe. "There's not a minute to lose. You must start getting ready right away! Wash your face, comb your hair, wash the dirt off your hands, brush your teeth, and blow your hands." Nose, clip nails, polish shoes, iron shirts, and don't forget to get the mud off your trousers! Get ready, kid! You've got to be ready for the greatest event of your life day!" "Grandpa, don't get too excited," said Mrs. Bucket, "and don't panic poor Charlie. We all needn't panic. Now, let's settle the first thing—who Accompany Charlie to visit the factory?" "Me!" cried Grandpa Joe, jumping out of bed again, "let me take him! I'll take care of him! Let me go!" Mrs. Bucket smiled at the old man, then turned to her husband and said, "And you, dear? Don't you think you should go?" "Well..." Mr. Bucket thought for a while, then said, "No... I'm not sure I should go." "But you must go!" "No, there's nothing necessary about it, my dear," said Mr. Bucket kindly. "I'll tell you, I'd love to go. It's exciting. But then again... I believe we The most qualified to go should be Grandpa Joe. He seems to know more about this matter than all of us. Of course, if he thinks his body can..." "Oh, that's great!" exclaimed Grandpa Joe, taking Charlie's hand tightly and dancing around the room. "He didn't look as well as he could," said Mrs. Bucket, laughing. "Yes...perhaps you are in good health. Perhaps Grandpa Joe should go with him. As for me, of course I can't, I can't put These three old people just left on the bed all day." "Praise God!" cried Grandpa Joe, "Praise God!" Just then there was a knock on the front door, and Mr. Bucket ran to answer it, and a throng of journalists and photographers swarmed in.They are the discoverers of the fifth Golden Tour Ticket.They all wanted to get the whole story so that it would be published on the front page of the morning paper.It must have been nearly midnight by the time the cabin was buzzing with voices and noise for several hours, and Mr. Bucket managed to get rid of them and send Charlie to bed. The big day came, and the morning was sunny, but the ground was still covered with snow and it was still cold. Just outside the gate of Wonka's factory, densely packed people wanted to see these five lucky ticket holders enter the factory.A bustling and bustling scene, just a little before ten o'clock, the crowd was jostling, shouting, and the armed police were desperately trying to drive them away from the factory gate. Right next to the gate; the police carefully guarded a small group of five famous children and their accompanying adults. The tall and thin figure of Grandpa Joe could be seen standing quietly among them, and next to him, holding his hand tightly was little Charlie.Bucket. Except for Charlie, the other children were accompanied by their parents, which was a happy event for them, otherwise the children would have been quarreling.They couldn't wait to go in quickly, and their parents had to hold them desperately to prevent them from touching the big iron gate. "Be patient!" cried the fathers. "Be quiet! It's not time yet! It's not ten o'clock!" Charlie Bucket was standing behind his grandfather, he could hear the loud voices of people crowding to get a glimpse of these famous children. "That's Violet Beauregard!" he heard someone shout. "Yes, that's her! I know her face from the newspapers, and I know her!" "You see what's that?" cried another; "she's still chewing that damned gum, she's been chewing it three months! Look at her mouth! It's chewing! " 'Who's that big fat boy?' "It's Augustus Gloop!" 'It's him! " 'He's really fat! " 'It's unbelievable! " 'Who's that boy in the trench coat with the picture of the Lone Ranger on it?" 'That's Mike Teavee!He's a TV junkie! " 'He must be crazy!Look at him covered with toy pistols! " 'I'd like to see who Veruca is.Salter! ’ cried another voice from the crowd, “that’s the girl whose father bought her half a million chocolates and told the workers in his nut factory to strip all the wrappers from the chocolates until he found a golden Up to the coupon! He fulfills her every request! Absolutely! She can get everything as long as she screams!" "It's unimaginable, isn't it?" 'I find this shocking! " "Which one do you think she is?" "That's the one! The one on the left! The girl in the silver mink coat!" "Which one is Charlie Bucket?" "Charlie Bucket? It must be that unremarkable little guy standing right next to that old skeleton-like guy, pretty close to us. There it is! See?" '． "Why doesn't he wear a coat in such a cold day?" "Don't ask me. Maybe he can't afford it." "My God! He must be freezing!" Charlie was standing very close to the speaker, and he squeezed Grandpa Joe's hand, and the old man looked down at Charlie, and smiled. Somewhere in the distance a church clock began to strike ten o'clock. The rusty hinges of the factory gate rattled loudly, and slowly, little by little, opened. The crowd suddenly became silent, the children stopped jumping and jumping happily, and all eyes were fixed on the two big iron gates together. "Here he comes!" cried someone. "That's him!" Sure enough, he is here! Mr Wonka stood in the open factory gate, all alone. He was such a little man! He wore a black top hat on his head. He was wearing a beautiful maroon velvet tuxedo. His trousers are dark green. His gloves are solid gray. In one hand he held an exquisite gold-covered cane. On his chin he had a neat little black beard that turned up--a goatee.And his eyes--his eyes are so bright.It seemed that the sparks in the eyes were constantly flickering, flickering from light to light.The whole face is really full of wit and wit, smiling and radiant. Oh, how wise he looked, how quick and full of life he was!His head was always turning very quickly and slightly, now this way, now that way, and everything was taken in by those bright shining eyes, and he moved like a squirrel running through the park. The smart and nimble old squirrel that came out was as brisk and agile. Suddenly he did some funny dance steps in the snow, with his arms outstretched, he smiled at the five children crowded by the door, and said loudly, "Welcome, my little friends! Welcome to my house." Come to the factory!" His voice was loud and soft. "Please come over one by one," he called again, "to your parents, let me see your gold tickets and tell me your names. Who will be first?" The big fat boy stepped forward. "I'm Augustus Gloop," he said. "Augustus!" cried Mr Wonka, seizing his hand and raising and lowering it with astonishing rapidity. "My dear child, it is so good to see you! I am so glad! You are so lovely! It is such a pleasure to be with you! Are these your parents? Great! Come! Come! Yes! Come through the gate!" Apparently Mr Wonka was as excited as anyone. The second child stepped forward: 'I am Veruca Salter.' "My dear Veruca! How do you do! What a delight! Your name is so funny, isn't it? I always thought 'Veruca' was a kind of wart that grows on the soles of the feet! But I Must be wrong, must be wrong! How beautiful you are in that lovely mink coat! I am so glad you are here! My God! It must be a very exciting day 1 I really hope you have a great time! I know you're going to have a great time! This is yours. Father? How do you do, Mr. Salter! How do you do, Mrs. Salter! It's a pleasure to see you! Yes, the ticket is exactly right! Come in, please!" The next two children, Violet Beauregard and Mike Teavee, came forward to show their tickets, and Mr. Wonka nearly tore their arms off their shoulders in exuberance. Finally, a high-pitched, nervous voice said in a low voice, "Charlie Bucket." "Charlie!" cried Mr Wonka, "well, great! You're here too! You're the kid who just found the ticket yesterday, aren't you? Yes, yes. I read about it in the paper this morning." All this! Just in time, my dear boy! I am so happy! I am so happy for you! Is this your grandfather? Nice to see you, sir! Very happy! Very happy! Great, wonderful Fantastic! Are you all here? Are you five? Yes, great! Come on, please come with me! Our tour is about to begin! But don't get separated! Please don't wander alone! I don't like losing a person in the middle of a tour! Oh my god, never!" Charlie turned his head and saw the two big iron doors closing slowly behind him.The crowd outside is still pushing and hugging each other, making a lot of noise.Charlie took one last look at the crowd.The big iron gate slammed shut, and everything in the outside world was invisible. "Come on!" cried Mr Wonka, walking briskly ahead, "through the red door, please! Yes! It's warm and cozy inside! I must keep it warm in the factory, because my workmen Used to the heat! They can't stand the cold! They'll die if they go out in this weather! They'll freeze to death!" 'Who are these workers?' asked Augustus Gloop. "It will all be clear in time, my dear boy!" said Mr Wonka to Augustus, smiling. "Be patient! You'll see everything as you go along! Are they all in? Very good! Please Would you please close the door? Thank you!" Charlie Bucket found himself in a long, long corridor that, as far as the eye could see, had no end in sight.The hallway is wide enough for a car to pass through.The color of the walls is light pink, and the lighting is very soft and pleasant. "How lovely and warm!" murmured Charlie. "Yes, and how sweet it smells!" rejoined Grandpa Joe, inhaling deeply.All the best smells in the world seemed to mingle in the air around them—roasted coffee, burnt sugar, melted chocolate, mint, violets, cracked hazelnuts, Blooming apple blossom, fructose, and lemon zest... Far, far away, a deep and powerful roar came from the heart of this huge factory, as if some kind of huge machine was running at an extremely fast speed. "Here, dear boys," said Mr Wonka, raising his voice high above the roar, "here is the main corridor. Hang your coats and hats on the hooks over there, please, and then Come with me. Just go here! Very good! Everything is ready! Come on! Go here!" He walked quickly along the corridor with small steps, and the hem of the maroon velvet coat swayed behind him Yes, all the visitors hurried to follow him. Come to think of it, that's a lot of people.There are nine adults and five children, a total of fourteen people.They hurried down the corridor in a hurry, trying to keep up with the quick little man in front of them, and you can imagine what a mess it was. A scorching mess. "Come on!" shouted Mr. Wonka, "please keep up! If you keep going so slowly, we won't be able to finish our visit today!" After a while he turned away from the main hallway and into another, slightly narrower passage. Then he turned left. Then head left. to the right. to the left. to the right. Go right again. to the left. The place I arrived was really like a huge rabbit farm, with many passages extending in all directions. "Take my hand tight, Charlie," whispered Grandpa Joe. "Please note that all these passages are sloping downward!" Mr. Wonka called everyone's attention; "We are going underground! The most important rooms in my factory are underground!" "Why is this?" Someone asked. "Because there can't be so many rooms on the ground!" replied Mr. Wonka. "The rooms we are going to visit are so huge! They are bigger than several football fields! There is no building in the world that is large enough to accommodate So many big rooms! But under the ground, there's plenty of room for what I need. There's no limit—as long as I dig." Mr Wonka turned right. Then head left. To the right again. The channel slopes down and goes deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Mr Wonka stopped.Just in front of him was a shiny metal door, and a group of people flocked to the door.There are a few large characters on the door: chocolate room