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    Thanks whiteskwirl. I'm really enjoying this.

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    Excellent novel so far- almost western type novel with Asian feel, and filled with minute details, allowing the reader to join in each event as experienced by the protagonist.

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    Glad you guys are enjoying it so far.

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    Just read the first part. It was quite good. Keep up with the translation.

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    Thanks Whiteskwirl

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    Note: We're about at the halfway mark of the first chapter.

    Chapter One: 4



    Now we come to the upper reaches of the Dan river. To the left are the grotesque rocks and thick vegetation of Tiger Mountain Tiger Head Peak, and below the peak a strong undercurrent of rushing water, the water a deep blue bordering black, the water of Black Dragon Pond. Winter would be here soon so the water flow was not great. The dangerous Black Dragon Pond did not look dangerous on the surface, the water level was low so that you could just make out the strange-shaped rocks underneath. It looked like the water held untold strange monsters. The tall water grasses swayed underwater. If you were to put a boat in the water you would discover the strength of the undercurrent, the water so deep you couldn't see the bottom, everywhere unpredictable. The dangerous and hidden atmosphere of the place made people tremble with fear.

    At the junction between autumn and winter Black Dragon Pond looked tranquil, like a soft and gentle young girl, the light on the water and the mountain scenery was beautiful. But between spring and summer, good gracious! Ever place pushed power into the Dan river and Black Dragon Pond became a shrew, the river water surging like ten-thousand horses galloping, rushing and descending from the cliff, turbid waves rolling and tumbling, on the surface of the water you could see huge whirlpool after whirlpool. Any boats are wooden rafts that did not stick to the outer edges ran the risk of capsizing or getting pushed into a smashed up against the cliff face smashing you into pieces, the fragments of your bones inhaled and sucked down to the bottom by the raging eddies, coming back up at the lower reaches about three li distant. During this time of year Black Dragon Pond was not at all cute, becoming a violent and fierce evil dragon that swallowed up everything.

    On both sides of the water at Tiger Head Peak ancient forests covered the sky, with grotesque rocks scattered about, with brambles and vines densely tangled. During spring you couldn't see the sky from within the forest, the atmosphere gloomy and terrible. It was said that during daylight hours you could see demons and evil spirits roaming about, foxes and rats running rampant, and huge wolves came and went within. So, no matter day or night, spring, summer, autumn, or winter, no one ever went there. The cattle and sheep of Cai Family Village were put to pasture on the northwest face of the peak, they didn't dare get close to the river area by the cliff.

    But these past two years, the tracks of human presence had appeared. They belonged to none other than eight year old Little Wenchang.

    By the riverbank he had set up rocks for making a fire, and had taken sticks and made three forks where he roasted the animals he caught. It took less than two hourse to roast a wild hare, so he left the fire to burn by itself and he took off his clothes and strolled toward the riverbank.

    It was cold in the morning, but the noon sun provided warmth, and though the water was cold enough to penetrate your bones, he didn't care. Black Dragon Pond that autumn was his newly discovered playground, the flow of water was not fast, and he boldly, gradually began swimming in the pond, for two months, going deeper and deeper each day, he had already felt out the waterways and edges of the pond by the cliff. He was curious, and believed that within two years he would be able to go down to the bottom. He hoped to see the black dragon that was said to reside at the bottom of the pond.

    Splash! He jumped down into the ice-cold water of the Dan river and made sport in the water. At this moment he forgot everything, the bitter, difficult days and all the abuse he had endured, all the miseries of the past few years, all the unhappy past events and trauma. That was all far away from his heart brimming with hate and resentment. He felt the mountains were great, the water was great, all more lovely than any person. At least the mountains and water didn't hurt him.

    Two hourse passed, his body temperature gradually dropping, he felt a little cold, and he figured the hare was probably done, so he got out of the water and put on his clothes and rushed back to his fire. Suddenly, he stopped cold.

    Next to the ashes of his bonfire his roasted hare had fallen into the hands of an old man; that succulent, fragrant roasted hare was already half-eaten.

    The man had disheveled white hair, a white curly beard like a headgehog, his face was like a wild haired orangutan squeezed up into a ball, a wrinkled, coarse dark-red face, his white eyebrows like a broom, a pug nose, lips like a catfish, a pair big round eyes flashing enough to startle a man. Not only did his face resemble an orangutan, his body was also like an orangutan. He sat on a rock like a small mountain, his shoulders broad and his waist round, his big hands were round and large, the grey cloth of his clothing was ripped in places, and his pants had been mended in several places, yet his boots looked to be made from deerskin, this was the only thing of value.

    The old man gnawed on a rabbit leg as he watched Little Wenchang approach as if he was not even aware of the boy's approach.

    Little Wenchang was burning with rage, his eyes shot flames, like a vicious dog that had just had a bone stolen from its mouth, his whole body shook, he gnashed his teeth with every step and yelled: “You bastard, you must have no shame. I sweated half a day, dizzy with hunger for that rabbit which was not easy to catch, yet you sit there enjoying the fruits of my labor, a man as old as you, yet absolutely shameless. Give it back.”

    The old freak gnawed and smacked on the the rabbit bone as if he were not aware.

    Little Wenchang, the more he watched the more distressed he became, the more he watched the more angry. He stood in front of him. “You old son of a *****, give it back.”

    The old man seemed to neither hear or see him, his dark yellow teeth just ripped into another hunk of meat.

    Little Wenchang was getting more anxious. Seeing the old man's gluttony, and his big belly, he was sure to be able to eat it all without a problem, how could any of that meat make its way to Little Wenchang's belly? Disregarding the risk, he charged ahead.

    Not giving him time to grab it, the old man's dirty hand suddenly reached out and pushed back on his shoulder lightly and the boy was flung on his back. The old man continued eating as if nothing had happened.

    But Wenchang was not about to give up. He got up painfully and with a barbaric roar like an animal, pounced on him.

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    Thanks!!!!

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    Default great translation

    Tq whiteskwirl for introducing a new author n story.

    I hv not heard of this author before n so far i like his work - your great translation is a bonus n is a factor in my liking it.

    Thanks again.

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    Thanks for the translation.

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    A fateful meeting?... Thks whiteskwirl..

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    Quote Originally Posted by LuDongBin View Post
    A fateful meeting?... Thks whiteskwirl..
    Looks like it, doesn't it?

    You're welcome.

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    I suspect that the old man is one of those Kung Fu masters who pretend to be poor.

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    Chapter One: 5




    The old freak still ignored him, though his meat-juiced stained hand shot out again.

    Who would have guessed that Little Wenchang didn't pounce directly on him. With still three or four steps separating them, his right foot swept across the remaining embers of the dead fire.

    Little Wenchang was extrememly smart, he knew he was just a kid and would be no match for the large old freak, so instead he stuck his foot out and kicked at the ashes, which flew up toward the old freak.

    Strange! The old freak didn't move at all, and when the ashes had flown on him and past, he still sat motionless as before, munching on the hare, with not a speck of ash stuck to him. Heretic!

    Without thinking, Little Wenchang grabbed a stick from the ashes and charged at the old freak in a rage, chopping down on the old freak with all his power.

    This time the old freak turned to look and with one hand snatched the piece of firewood, extended his foot and used his calf to press down on Little Wenchang's shoulder.

    Little Wenchang felt like a mountain was sitting on his shoulder, his legs couldn't support it, and he fell down on his back. The old freak snatched the firewood and flung it away, then stepped on Little Wenchang's belly and turned a freakish eye on him and shouted: “Ai! You're a ferocious little child. What? You want to beat me to death?”

    Little Wenchang couldn't move his lower body, he used both hands and exerted his whole power to push back against that deerskin boot, it was like a dragonfly shaking an iron tree, a waste of energy, and at the same time he screamed: “Shameless! You old dog! I haven't been able to find any food the whole day, I'm so hungry I can't stand it, it wasn't easy catching that rabbit, yet you sit there enjoying what i worked hard for, a man your age, you waste of life.”

    “What did you say...”

    “I said you were shameless, you're an old dog, you're...”

    The old freak raised his foot and kicked him, rolling Little Wenchang over once, then said: “You little scoundrel, why don't you go home and get something to eat?”

    Little Wenchang got up and rubbed his belly and said hatefully: “If I had a place to get food why would I neeed to tire myself to death to catch a wild rabbit? Old bastard, one day I swear I'll get you back for this.” He turned his head and with big strides walked away.

    The old freak laughed riotously, then chewed on his rabbit.

    Little Wenchang was hungry the whole day, finally going home at the second watch [between 10-11 pm]. He had nowhere else he could go, so he had to go back home. He was too young, he had no knowledge of the world outside Cai Family Village, but he knew his ancestors' domestic practices quite clearl;, anyone who left the village and went running about in the countryside had to go through the ancestral temple custodian uncle's doorway. The manager of this temple was actually also the village head, he was the chief executive of the whole village. In the past Cai Family Village had over a hundred households, including a precinct head, who represented the area and reported to the prefecture chief. He had to handle the taxes, and needless to say the precinct head was also the village chief, one person doing the job of two. The ten representatives of the village of course were village elders. If people about in the village, how could the precinct head and the elders not know? He was not only responsible for managing the ancestral temple, he was also responsible to the prefecture chief.

    At that time, the population records were difficult to keep up with and the checks was more lax than it had been in the past, yet the governmental regulations were no match for therules within the family regarding strictness, all the power gradually fell to the hands of the manager of the ancestral temple. Unfilial children could be secretly put to death. Not long after an offical report was sent up reporting the disappearnce of three people, and the local authorities send only two or three soldiers to check it out, who after a couple meals decided to leave things unsettled, and what's more amazing, only a warrant for the arrest of whoever the culprit was was recorded in the records in order to get the matter over with. So, in reality, the authority over life and death in the village all rested with the manager of the ancestral temple, so normally the children of the village were circumspect and cautious, they didn't dare run around wildly. Little Wenchang was very wary of the ancestral rules, and he didn't understand the outside world; there was nowhere he could go, so he had no choice but to obediently go back home and prepare for his beating.

    He got what he expected. A turn with a leather whip left him bed-ridden for half a month. By the time he could get out of bed it was already the end of the ninth month. Winder had arrived.

    By this time the wheat had already been planted, so it was leisure time for farmers.

    In early afternoon Shadow Rock village private school let out, and ten year old Cai Wenhua went with a group of village kids and descended the mountainside and rushed toward Cai Family Village's village gate. Below the slope was a well-ordered field, and on the slope itself grew a grove of jujube trees, the leaves long since fallen off, and the sharp points of the branches whistled in the cold wind.

    A small path led through the jujube grove, and twenty or so kids flew down it. Among the group, Cai Wehhua was not old, and was gentle and quiet, but he was the village head's only son, so had naturally become in essence the group's leader. Yet he had no real influence within the group. In other words, he had never established his power or authorty within the group. Compared to them, he was unrestrained and unrestrainable.

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    Thanks for the translation.

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    Thanks. Had thought he would have escaped and then begin his 'adventure'...
    [feels like he's back to square one...]

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