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| Woman of Taihu, William Armstrong |
In the days to come, O-lan works hard, pleasing her new
husband by all she does. When she does not have enough to do, she joins him in
the field, which is a great happiness to him. She speaks very little, however.
Very soon she becomes pregnant. She tells Wang Lung that she will have no one
to help her from the great house. She wants to return only with her son in her
arms, dressed in new clothes. The child is a son, but soon O-lan is back in the
fields, working. The harvest is good this year and they are well-provided for
against the winter.
When O-lan returns to visit the great house with her son,
she and her husband are so proud that they are afraid of their good fortune.
O-lan finds that the great house is poorer and needs to sell some of its land.
Wang Lung decides to buy it with the extra silver he got from his harvest. To
him, “land is one’s flesh and blood.”
Hard times come to the village with bad harvests. People are
eating grass and bark from the trees. The children are starving, but Wang
Lung’s father gets the first of any food they have. The Wangs’ third child, a
girl, stops crying and lies still. O-lan makes sure her new baby dies, to
prevent its suffering. When they are eating earth as gruel, Wang Lung is
offered money for his land, but he refuses. The family sells its furniture and
leaves for the south, where there is food and work, O-Lan carrying the little
girl and Wang Lung his father on his back. When the “firewagon,” a train comes,
they take it as they are too exhausted to walk.
In Kiangsu province there are public kitchens. Wang Lung
cannot bear to beg, but he pulls a rickshaw. O-lan, however, practical and
concerned for her children takes them with her, and her father-in-law, to beg
on the streets. The Wangs feel like foreigners. There is food everywhere in the
south, and the little boys take to thieving. Wang will not eat the food they
take, but O-lan washes it off and puts it back in the pot. Wang Lung punishes
his son and grows desperate to get back to his own land.
Soldiers begin to conscript men and Wang Lung must hide
during the day. And then one night, the poor break into the houses of the rich.
The Wangs are swept along with the crowd past the great gates and into the
inner courts. Wang Lung comes across a fat man who gives him gold in exchange
for his life and Wang Lung takes it. He buys an ox, seed, and the family goes
back to their home, which is a ruin. O-lan mends the house and soon the pewter
candlesticks gleam, the teapot and bowls are on the table, the beds are in their
places and a new door hangs on its wooden hinges. O-lan once again becomes
pregnant.
O-lan shows her husband the jewels she found behind a
loosened brick in the rich man’s house in the south. She begs to keep two pearls,
not to wear, but just to keep. Wang Lung buys more land with the jewels and has
good harvests. He does not let O-lan work on the land, as he is now a rich man.
O-lan works at home, making clothes and bedding. She gives birth to twins. The
family is very happy, except that the first daughter cannot speak or do
anything appropriate to her age. Wang Lung calls her his “little fool.” Wang
Lung sends his first two sons to school, as they are anxious to learn and don’t
want to work in the fields.
As Wang Lung becomes richer and more idle, he begins to wish
for things. He takes a concubine who is beautiful, and even asks O-lan for the
pearls to give to her. O-lan is miserable, but she keeps on with her
housekeeping. For Wang Lung, the peace of his house disappears when the
concubine comes. He has to build another part of the house for her to live in
with her servant. And then he finds that his son is spending time with her. He
thrashes the son and sends him away.
Returning to work on his land makes Wang Lung happier. He
provides for his five children, the “little fool” remaining to sit silent in
the sun each day beside her grandfather. But O-lan is ill. Her life is wearing
out. Wang Lung is filled with remorse. He knows he owes his riches partly to
her. As she lies dying, still a young woman, Wang Lung and his children realize
“what she had been in the house, and how she made comfort for them all and they
had not known it.” O-lan begs for the wedding of her eldest son and the woman
chosen for him to happen. Lying on her bed, she is able to hear the feasting.
Shortly afterwards, she dies muttering, “well, and if I am ugly, still I have
borne sons.”
Though written by the daughter of missionaries to China,
Pearl Buck learned Chinese and a wealth of Buddhist and Taoist tales from her
nurse. She roamed the streets of Chinkiang and volunteered at a shelter
for girls in Shanghai. She did not leave China until she was 43, and was heartbroken that she was never allowed to return. The epic story of Wang Lung and O-lan was welcomed in
America at a time when Chinese immigrants had been banned for four decades. I
loved O-lan for her stoic sense of herself and what she had accomplished,
despite how she was treated and how women were regarded at the time. Her
values, for her children, her home and the blessings the land itself confers,
are enduring.
