Free The Garlic Ballads by Mo Yan

and placed it between the lips of Fourth Aunt, who began blubbering like a baby.
    Gao Yang’s attention was riveted on the melon, the sight of which twisted his guts into knots. Anger rose in him. What about me? he agonized. There’s enough to go around.
    The horse-faced young man, who had stopped heaving (Gao Yang was too busy watching Jinju to notice), had slid down the trunk that held him captive, until he was sitting in a heap at the base of the tree, his head jerking and his body slumping forward. He seemed to be bowing.
    Mother and daughter wailed, obviously revived by the melon they had devoured. This Gao Yang assumed, and he was shocked to see that they hadn’t finished even a single wedge. Jinju was cradling her mother’s head in her arms and crying so piteously that her entire body shook.
    “Dear Jinju … my poor baby,” wept Fourth Aunt. “I shouldn’t have hit you…. I won’t stand in your way anymore.… Go find Gao Ma … live happily together.
    Trucks, so loaded down with furniture that they nearly bottomed out, sputtered unsteadily toward them. The police, having finished their meal, emerged in a chatty mood, and when Gao Yang heard their approaching footsteps, his fear returned. A truck creaked and groaned as it drove by, the last slanting rays of sun reflecting sharply off its windshield, behind which sat a red-faced driver.
    What happened next Gao Yang would never be able to forget. The roadway was narrow, and the driver probably had a bit too much to drink. Fate would have been kinder to the horse-faced young man if he hadn’t had such an elongated head, but a triangular pice of metal jutting out from the heavily loaded vehicle caught him on the forehead and opened up an ugly gash, which showed white for an instant before gushing inky blood. A gasp escaped from his mouth as he slumped further forward; yet even with its extraordinary length, his head stopped short of the ground, since his arms were still held fast around the tree. His blood splattered on the hard-baked roadway in front of him.
    The police froze in their tracks.
    Old Zheng broke the silence by cursing the red-faced driver with heated fury: “You simple, motherfucking bastard!”
    The stammering policeman quickly stripped off his tunic and wrapped it around the young man’s head.

C HAPTER 4

    Garlic in the black earth, ginger in sandy soil,
Willow branches for baskets, wax reeds for creek,
Green garlic and white garlic to fry fish and meat,
Black garlic and rotteti garlic to make a compost heap…
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—from a ballad by Zhang Kou sung to township public servants during a garlic glut

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    Fourth Uncle hit Jinju on the head with the red-hot bronze bowl of his pipe. She crumpled to the ground, angered and humiliated. “Brute!” she shrieked, “You hit me!”
    “You asked for it!” replied an enraged Fourth Aunt. “You re lucky we don’t kill someone as immoral as you!”
    “Zw immoral? What about you?” Jinju screamed. “You re a pack of thugs—”
    “Jinju!” Elder Brother Fang Yijun cut her off sternly. “I wont have you talking to our mother like that!”
    After beating Gao Ma to the ground, the Fang brothers stood over him in the flickering lamplight, looming large. Jinju reached up to wipe her burning forehead, and when she pulled back her hand she saw the blood. “Look what you did!” she screeched.
    Elder Brother Fang Yijuns silhouette shifted unevenly in the lamplight. “The first rule for a son or daughter,” he said, “is to listen to your parents.”
    Jinju spat defiantly. “I’m not going to listen to them, and I wont be a party to that bogus marriage pact!”
    “Her problem is she hasn’t been beaten enough,” Second Brother Fang Yixiang commented. “She’s spoiled.”
    Jinju picked up a bowl and threw it at him. “Then beat me, you thug, come and beat me!”
    “Have you lost your mind?” asked Fourth Uncle, cocking his head. In the kerosene lamplight his face seemed cast in