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Thunder Strikes the Pickpockets

雷打扒手

SourceZibuyu (What the Master Would Not Discuss)
AuthorYuan Mei
EraQing dynasty, c. 1760–1790
Writtenc. 1788
ThunderJusticeTragedyMoney
A thunderstorm breaking over a village lane at night, three men struck down before a closed cottage door, a bolt of white fire in the clouds above, and a dropped bundle of raw silk spilling across the threshold
Illustration generated by AI, based on the ancient Chinese text.

A certain Peng of Wucheng — his wife sick, his child small — sold silk to keep the family alive.

One day he carried a bundle of silk to the brokerage to sell. The price offered did not suit him, so he set it on the counter. Just then many silk-sellers were coming and going, and the brokers, thinking his goods too small to matter, attended to other business. Peng blinked — and the silk was gone.

He seized the head broker and took the complaint before the magistrate.

“I run a house with tens of thousands in gold,” said the broker. “Would I cheat him out of a few thousand cash of silk?”

The magistrate found this reasonable, and did not pursue the matter.

The silk-seller went home in misery. His small son happened to be playing outside the door, and seeing his father back from selling silk, thought he must have brought sweets, and ran up to beg for them. Peng, hot with the wrong of the lost silk, kicked out at him with his foot. The child died on the spot.

Peng, mad with remorse, ran and threw himself into the river, and died too. His wife knew nothing of it. The neighbors saw the child lying at the door, lifted him, found the breath already gone from him, and called again and again for the sick mother — and told her the child was dead. The wife, wild with grief, threw herself from the tower at once, and died.

The magistrate held his inquest, and charged the neighbors with burying them.

Three days later a great thunderstorm broke, and thunder struck three men dead at the silk-seller’s door. After a little while one of them — a barber — revived, and testified:

“The pickpocket Sun lifted a bundle of silk at the brokerage. Xie, from across the street, saw it and demanded a share of the price as the price of not informing. The silk was sold through my shop. My share of the split was three hundred cash; the other two got two thousand each. Soon we heard the silk-seller had drowned himself, and after the inquest there was no more trouble. We never thought that today we would all be struck by lightning together. The other two are both struck dead; I was wounded in one leg.”

On examination, it was exactly so.

Original classical Chinese text · 原文

乌程彭某,妻病子幼,卖丝度日。一日负一捆丝赴行求售,因估价不合,置之柜上。时出入卖丝者甚众,行家以其货少,他顾生理。彭转瞬,丝即失去,因牵行主鸣官。行主云:「我数万金开行,肯骗此数千文丝乎?」官以为有理,不究。 卖丝者闷闷回家。适其子嬉戏门外,见父卖丝归,以为必带果饵,迎上索取。彭正失丝怀忿,任脚踢之。儿登时死。彭悔,急自投河亦死,其妻不知也。邻人见其子卧于门,扶之,方知气已绝,连呼病妇,告以儿亡。妇痛子情急,登时坠楼死。官验后,嘱邻人为之埋葬。 越三日,雷雨大作,震死三人于卖丝者之门。少顷,一剃头者复苏,据云:「前扒手孙某在某行扒出一捆丝,对门谢姓见之,欲与分价,方免出首。丝在我店卖出,派分我得钱三百,彼二人各得二千。旋闻卖丝者投河,官验后无事矣。不料今日同遭雷击,彼等均已击死,我则打伤一腿。」验之果然。

From 《雷打扒手》, Zibuyu juan 20. Translated in full. 烏程 is Wucheng, the seat of Huzhou prefecture in Zhejiang, heart of the silk country; 行 is a brokerage house that buys from small producers; 扒手 is a pickpocket or sneak thief; 出首 is to lay an accusation before the authorities; 三千文 is three thousand copper cash — the whole stolen property; the divisions of the spoil are stated in the barber's testimony.

Source. From Zibuyu (What the Master Would Not Discuss) (子不语), by Yuan Mei , c. 1788. The original text is in the public domain; this English rendering and the accompanying notes are original work.
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