The Good Earth Page #4

My youngest son

is big enough to lead the ox!

My third child is only a female,

but I won't reproach you for that!

Excuse me!

Now we haven't forgotten you!

We brought you

fine new rogues of red paper

so you won't forget me!

You send me rich harvest this year also

and you persuade my uncle,

to work a little now and then.

And not ask for money so often

And if he does,

please allow my husband to refuse him!

I'll do that anyway!

Very gracefully!

Wong Loong! Come up!

Wong Loong come up here!

Wong Loong!

Wong Loong will know,

he'll know what it is!

Wong Loong! How would he know?

He is as slow witted as my woman!

Hey hey! Well! And what now?

Look! Look!

An army!

No! Virgins perhaps?

So many?

People from the North! But why?

There must be famine in the North!

They're going south where there's food!

Famine!? Ha ha ha!

What ideas you have!

The woman is right!

I have seen it before!

That's what happens

when a man has only 1 field!

But I have 5!

We must thank the gods

for giving me so much foresight!

What talk is this!?

Forgive him!

My son he's young and stupid

and talks too much!

It was famine that made me a slave!

It dries even if we carry it!

Well if the vines starve,

we'll all starve!

The wheats' gone! And the rice!

The more my fields

I have only this handful of beans!

Mother! Mother!

You know we're not thieves!

But the ox is mine!

We're hungry! Our children are hungry!

You should help us!

If I have money I would help you!

My nephew! You can sell your land!

Sell my land?

Yes!

But then the money is gone,

and the land!

At least we could

live well through the famine!

What good is this land now?

You're young,

you don't know what a famine is like!

My father knew years of famine,

but he kept the land

I must keep it for my sons!

The earth is good,

if we work it would feed us

But how am I to live?

How am I to live?

Work! As I do!

I'll not rob my sons to feed you!

You you! Must we go hungry

while you have land?

This land that you won't sell!

I'm not selling my land

It's my life, it's mine!

I'll never sell it,

I'll dig up the earth

first and feed it to my children

Yes! And you'll bury them in it!

He's my friend, my friend

We're not hungry!

Mercy on me you powerful ones!

I starve and my woman starve,

and there's no one

to give me a handful of rice!

There's one who has plenty,

but he's a rich man!

And rich's hardened the heart,

soften his heart

o powerful ones,

that he may give me a little

out of his abundance!

Would not a man sell his lands

unless he has foods

to give his children?

He has food! And I starve!

He has food! And these good men starve!

Well, what?

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