CHAPTER 1 :: Simplicity Zhao visits his uncle on Salt Melon Street, and Benevolence Hong makes a match at the Hall of Beauties
A young man was seen rushing over Lu Stone Bridge, which linked Shanghaiās Chinese district to the foreign settlements. He was dressed in a golden brown box jacket of glossy Nanjing silk, under which was an off-white cotton archery gown.1 Surprised by the busy scene, he bumped into a ricksha and fell smack on the ground, splashing mud all over himself. Scrambling quickly to his feet, he seized the ricksha puller, shouting and cursing wildly at him, deaf to remonstrances. A Chinese policeman in a dark blue cotton uniform came over to question him. āMy name is Simplicity Zhao, and Iām bound for Salt Melon Street,ā said the young man. āBut out of the blue came this blockhead who ran me over with a ricksha! Look at the mud on my jacket. Heāll have to pay for it.ā
āYou could have been more careful yourself. I shouldnāt press the matter,ā the policeman said.
Simplicity Zhao grumbled on for a bit but finally had to loosen his grip on the ricksha man and watch him pad away. A crowd of spectators had gathered at the crossroads, talking and laughing. Simplicity Zhao tried to brush the dirt off his clothes, complaining in despair, āHow can I go and see my uncle like this?ā
Even the policeman couldnāt help laughing. āWhy donāt you go over to the teahouse and get a towel to wipe yourself down?ā
Following his advice, Simplicity went to the Waterway Teahouse by the bridge, where he took a seat near the street and removed his jacket. A waiter brought him a basin of hot water and a towel. He wrung the towel dry and wiped his jacket carefully, until not a trace of mud was left. Then he put it back on, took a sip of tea, paid the bill, and headed straight for the central market on Salt Melon Street. Here he saw the signboard of the Flourishing Ginseng Store and ambled into its small walled courtyard, asking loudly for Mr. Benevolence Hong. A young salesclerk answered, invited him in, took his name, and hurried in to announce him.
Soon Benevolence Hong bustled out. Though Simplicity had not seen his uncle for a long time, he still remembered well the hollow cheeks and protuberant eyes. He quickly walked up to the man and greeted him on one knee. Benevolence Hong hastened to return the salutation and asked him to take the seat of honor, inquiring meanwhile, āHow is your esteemed mother? Did she come with you? Where are you staying?ā
āMy humble quarters are at the Welcome Inn on Treasured Merit Street. Mother did not come but told me to pay you her respects, sir,ā Simplicity replied.
While they talked, the young clerk served tobacco and tea. Benevolence Hong asked his nephew what had brought him to Shanghai.
āNothing in particular,ā Simplicity said. āIām hoping to find some employment.ā
āJust now, though, there arenāt any good opportunities in Shanghai,ā said Benevolence.
āMother says Iām not getting any younger, and thereās nothing for me to do at home, so itās better for me to go out into the world and learn to do business.ā
āThereās certainly something in that. How old are you?ā
āSeventeen.ā
āYou have an esteemed sister, too. I havenāt seen her either for several years. How old is she? Is she betrothed yet?ā
āNot yet. Sheās fifteen.ā
āWho else is there in your family?ā
āJust the three of us and a maidservant.ā
āWith so few people, your expenses are probably low.ā
āEven so, we also have to pinch and skimp much more than before.ā
There was a clock on a table carved from tree roots. As they talked, it struck twelve, whereupon Benevolence asked Simplicity to stay for a casual meal and summoned the clerk to give him the instructions. A little later, four plates of cold cuts, two main courses, and a jug of wine were brought in. Uncle and nephew sat facing each other, drinking and chatting about recent developments and how things were in the countryside.
āAre you staying alone at the inn? Isnāt there anyone to look after you?ā asked Benevolence.
āA friend of mine from a rice merchantās has also come to Shanghai to look for work. His name is Rustic Zhang, and heās staying with me.ā
āThatās all right then.ā
After lunch, they wiped their face with a towel and rinsed their mouths. Benevolence handed Simplicity a water pipe. āDo stay for a while. Iāll go and finish a few small chores and then see you back to the inn.ā
Simplicity agreed politely, whereupon Benevolence hurriedly left the room.
Simplicity sat smoking the water pipe until he got good and tired of it. The clock had struck two by the time Benevolence came out. He summoned the clerk again to leave some instructions and then went with Simplicity to his room at the Welcome Inn.2 There was already a man in the room, lying there smoking opium. After a brief greeting, Benevolence asked, āMr. Rustic Zhang, I presume?ā
āAt your service,ā said Rustic. āAnd you, Uncle, must be Mr. Benevolence Hong.ā
āYou do me too great an honor to call me Uncle.ā
āI apologize for not having called on you to pay my respects.ā
After this exchange of civilities, they sat down. Simplicity produced a water pipe and offered it to Benevolence.
āThis is my nephewās first visit to Shanghai. He is absolutely dependent on your great kindness,ā said Benevolence.
Rustic said, āAlas, I am all too aware of my own inadequacy. But since we came to town together, itās only natural that we should look out for each other.ā
After more courtesies, Benevolence passed him the water pipe. Taking it in one hand, Rustic gestured with his other hand toward the couch, inviting Benevolence to share a pipe of opium with him.3
āNo, thanks,ā Benevolence declined, and they sat down again.
Sitting to one side, Simplicity listened to their conversation, which drifted gradually to the topic of courtesans. He was just about to slip in a question or two when Rustic passed him the water pipe, so he took the opportunity to whisper into the latterās ear.
āHa!ā Rustic turned to Benevolence. āMy brother Simplicity says heād like to take a look at the sing-song houses. Is that all right?ā
āWhere shall we go?ā said Benevolence.
āLetās take a stroll along Chessboard Street,ā said Rustic.
āI remember thereās a courtesan called Jewel at the Hall of Beauties on West Chessboard Street. Sheās not bad,ā said Benevolence.
āThen letās go,ā Simplicity broke in.
Rustic grinned. Even Benevolence could not help smiling.
Simplicity told Rustic to put away his opium tray and then waited while he changed into a new outfitāa melon-ribbed cap, Beijing-style trimmed slippers, and a padded gown of shiny gray Hangzhou silk topped by a glossy box jacket of sapphire-blue Nanjing silk. Rustic then proceeded to fold up one by one all the clothes he had changed out of before he was finally ready to go. At the door, he and Benevolence each pressed the other to take the lead.
Impatiently, Simplicity pulled the door to, locked it, and followed them out. After turning a couple of street corners, they were on West Chessboard Street. Outside one of the doors, there was an iron stand with an octagonal glass lantern inscribed in vermilion with the words āThe Hall of Beauties.ā Benevolence led the way in. The menservants knew him and shouted at once, āMama Yeung, a friend of Young Mr. Zhuang.ā4 Somebody answered upstairs and came stumping to the head of the stairs to greet them.
The maid Mama Yeung watched as the three men came up and said, āOh, itās Young Mr. Hong. Please come in and take a seat.ā A servant girl of thirteen or fourteen had propped up the bamboo curtain with a stick to let them through. There was already a man in the room. He was lying on the couch, his arms round a courtesan, cuddling with her. Only when Benevolence walked in did he get up to greet the newcomers, cupping his hands palm over fist to salute Rustic and Simplicity and asking for their family names. Benevolence answered for them and turned toward Rustic, saying, āThis is Mr. Lichee Zhuang.ā
āHonored,ā Rustic murmured.
The courtesan hid behind Lichee Zhuang, waiting till everyone had taken their seats before she came up to offer them watermelon seeds. The servant girl also brought water pipes and filled them for the clients.
āI was just going to look for you,ā Lichee Zhuang said to Benevolence Hong. āIāve got a lot of stuff here. See if anyone can help dispose of them.ā He fished a folder out of his pocket and handed it to Benevolence. Benevolence saw that on the list were items of jewelry, curios, paintings, calligraphy, and clothes, all numbered and with prices written next to them.
āThis sort of thing ā¦ā Benevolence said, frowning. āWell, theyāre hard to sell. I heard Script Li of Hangzhou is here. Dāyou want to try him?ā
āIāve told Cloudlet Chen to take this to Li. Thereās been no news yet.ā
āWhereās all the stuff?ā
āRight here, over at Longevity Bookstore. Would you care to go and take a look?ā
āWhatās the point? I donāt know the first thing about this kind of stuff.ā
Simplicity, impatient with their conversation, turned to give the courtesan a good looking-over. She had a very fair round face and regular and exquisite features. Loveliest of all were her smiling lipsāso small they formed a vermilion dotāand her mercurial eyes oozed tenderness. Since she was at home, she was dressed casually and for ornament wore only a silver filigree butterfly in her hair. Her cotton blouse was the color of dawnās first light, set off by a sleeveless jacket of black crinkled crepe with satin pipings and pink crinkled crepe trousers trimmed with off-white satin and three bands of embroidered lace.
She felt Simplicityās gaze and, smiling, walked to the big foreign mirror against the wall and studied herself from all angles, smoothing her sidelocks. Entranced, he followed her with his eyes. Suddenly he heard Benevolence Hong call out, āMiss Woodsy, shall I make a match for your little sister Jewel?ā Only then did he realize that this courtesan was Woodsy Lu, not Jewel.
He saw her turn around and answer, āWhy not? Youād be doing my siste...