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本人因不懂英文，錯将《女人和土匪（英译本）》前十三章当成《传教士和他的女儿（英译本）》在网上博客发布。从今日起更正，特此深深向读者道歉！
张宗铭
《女人与土匪》内容简介：
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一部用儿童的目光，注视新中国、新政权、幸福与光明，暴力与血腥的作品；
一部用耶稣基督的献身精神，宣扬信仰、仁爱、无私奉献的作品；
一部张扬人性、呼唤权利、期望法制、宣扬真爱、鞭挞暴力、揭露丑恶……奉献给新世纪人类的作品！
W0men and Bandits
女人和土匪 （英译本）
Zongming Zhang
张宗銘 著
Translated by Tangjin Xiao
肖唐金 译
Chapter 14
It was the spring of 1951.
The campaign of donations for the battles against the Americans in
Fang Yu, Zhang Yan’s good friend, stood in the front. He saw Zhang Yan standing in the rear. He called, “Come here, Zhang Yan.”
Zhang Yan remained there. He knew the people in the front had much to give. Big Song was the first in the front, with a huge iron scale balance in his hands. He looked very proud. He found Zhang Yan shy and then said, “Hey, little boy! Do you have so much to donate?”
Zhang Yan moved further back in the line. He saw many girls with nails, bronze abacuses and broken hoes. Zhang Yan only had a small thing in his hands. He got it from a paper bag at home last night.
Mom did not allow Zhang Yan to play with the other students after school. Uncle Yang would always come to meet him at the school gate. The other students could pick iron or bronze in the streets after school. Fang Yu knew Zhang Yan’s situation. They always hid in a corner of the campus, playing games with glass billiards, pictures and candy paper.
Zhang Yan was always the loser. He could get some pocket money from the dressing table or drawers in his mom’s room. He just gave some money to Fang Yu, and they could play together for quite a while. But Uncle Yang could find Zhang Yan wherever he hid himself. Sometimes the man watched the little boy play with Fang Yu. The other boys saw the strong man with a goatee and walked away fearfully.
If Uncle Yang did not come, then Madame Wang would. Unlike Uncle Yang, she would drag the little boy back home directly after school. No negotiations would be made between them.
Everyone should support the PLA Volunteers fighting against the Americans in
“What? 1000 yuan!” Fang Yu was amazed at the sum of donations. With it, he could buy a lot of things, such as pictures, billiards, cloth and even a house. Fang Meiying, Fang Yu’s mom, earned a living by cleaning the streets and combing garbage. She had to work for tens of years to get 1000 yuan, Fang Yu thought.
Zhang Yan appeared happy with his daddy’s donations. Even when two big classmates stood before him, he was not fearful. Big Black, one of them, slapped Zhang Yan on the back of his head, yelling, “Why are you fucking happy? Do you think money means everything? Your parents are Kuomintang reactionaries or capitalists. Down with the Kuomintang reactionaries! Down with capitalists!”
A group of students followed suit. They pointed at Zhang Yan, shouting, “Damn you a child of the Kuomintang reactionaries!”
Zhang Yan felt he had lost face in class, and burst into cries. The headmaster came. She motioned the students to calm down, but did not criticize them. Then, she began her lesson.
At this time, a strange idea came to Zhang Yan. Why not ask his parents give up donations? He wanted to tell them, “If you donated any more, I would refuse to go to school.” Why did they join the Kuomintang Party? And why did Daddy become a Kuomintang officer? And why did he become a Kuomintang general? To Zhang Yan, general is even worse than dung or garbage. He was scolded and laughed at because of his parents, he thought.
Zhang Yan looked smaller than Big Black and Little Black, two classmates of Zhang Yan’s. Big Black was 13, and Little Black was 11. Both were dark and tall, and acted wildly. In comparison, Zhang Yan was thin and short, and acted in a tamed way.
Big Black and Little Black did not feel like studying. They often played truant. They liked to move here and there, gambling and making trouble. To them, study is meaningless. If anyone criticized them, they would yell, “What’s the fuck use of studying at school? Is study as good as billiards or candy paper?”
“Then, why do you come to school?”
“Well, it’s the teachers who ask us to come.”
“Why do they ask you to come to school?”
“Because we are the children of the poor. Do you think money means everything? This is a new society, in which the poor are the masters and their children could go to school.”
“Do you spend any money on schooling?”
“No. It’s good to be the kids of the poor. We don’t need to pay for our textbooks and tuitions. Do you envy us?”
“Yes, I do.” Zhang Yan replied. It was good to be a poor person, the little boy thought. The teachers always took good care of the poor, and the poor could beat the rich without getting any punishment. And there were many other advantages to be a poor person.
Big Black and Little Black hated studying. They were regarded as heroes at that time. They even got a very tall iron wok and placed it on the playground, claiming that it would be given to the PLA Volunteers for weapon making. This was really a heroic deed. The principal made the two boys young pioneers and let them take part in the flag-raising ceremony. This was an honor that Zhang Yan dreamed of.
Zhang Yan recalled the damn Sunday.
Yesterday the Zhang’s garden was changed. There were no flowers like peony, Chinese roses and cannas, nor was there a fish pond, or a lotus pond. The rockery was pushed down into the lotus pond. Everything there looked deserted. Only the pavilion post painted with red lacquer stood there as an attraction.
Zhang Yan came to the garden alone after breakfast. He was surprised at the sight. As he leaned against the pavilion post, Uncle Yang came. He found the little boy stand there in a guilty way as if a student waited for the teacher’s punishment or criticism.
Zhang Yan was not aware that it was Uncle Yang who had done that. The little boy used to play hide-and-seek here with his parents and Uncle Yang. They also caught bees or butterflies here. Sometimes they even had military training in this place. Why did they destroy this garden?
Zhang Yan was puzzled. No wonder his mom asked Uncle Yang to take him out for movies and dramas. And he was even taken to a bathhouse. Yesterday, Mom even told him that she would take him to
