Yu Hua - Chronicle of a Blood Merchant

A wrenching and blackly humorous tale. Long after I closed the book, the character Xu Sanguan has remained stubbornly impressed upon my heart. Dai Sijie, author of Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress

Popular literature at its best. . Touching. . Realistic and awash with humanistic values. . Its its own best advertisement, as well as a depiction of the absurdist nightmare that was China fifty years ago. Taipei Times

A mesmerizing book, one that captures the chaos and fragility of life during modern Chinas most turbulent years. Yu Huas characters bring to life the history, culture, traditions, and superstitions of Maos China within a story that is well-plotted, poignant, and dramatic. This examination of a Chinese familys will to survive will leave readers filled with inspiration. Terrence Cheng, author of Sons of Heaven

Chronicle of a Blood Merchant takes us straight to the heartland of China the towns, streets, courtyards, kitchens, and bedrooms where ordinary Chinese live. They may not be great warriors or politicians, but their courageous efforts in living a life with hope and dignity make them true heroes. This book is a gem.Wang Ping, author of Aching for Beauty and Foreign Devil

Sophisticated and ambiguous. Asian Review of Books

Yu Hua captures the simplicities and complexities of Chinese family life over many tumultuous decades. With great love coated in black humor, Yu Hua shows the great goodness and kindness that a father can draw upon even in the face of multiple hardships and the sometimes terrible depths to which he will go to save his family. Lisa See, author of On Gold Mountain

A major contemporary novelist, Yu Hua writes with a cold eye but a warm heart. His novels are ingeniously structured and exude a mythical aura. Though unmistakably Chinese, they are universally resonant. Ha Jin, author of Waiting

Xu Sanguan worked in the silk factory in town, distributing silkworm cocoons to the spinners. But today he was out in the country visiting his grandpa. His grandpas eyes had dimmed and blurred with age, and he was having trouble making out who it was standing by the door. He called for Xu Sanguan to stand a bit closer, looked him over for a moment, and then asked, Son, wheres your face?

Xu Sanguan said, Grandpa, Im not your son, Im your grandson, and my face is right here in front of you. He pulled his grandpas hand over to his face, let him pat it, and then put it back in his lap. His grandpas palms felt like raw silk yarn.

His grandpa asked, Why doesnt your dad come and see me?

Dad died a long time ago.

His grandpa nodded, and a string of saliva slipped out from between his lips. He tilted his head and sucked until some of it came back in. Son, hows your health?

Good, Xu Sanguan said. Grandpa, Im not your son.

His grandpa continued, Do you sell your blood too?

Xu Sanguan shook his head. No, Ive never sold my blood.

Son, Grandpa said, youre telling me that youre in good health, but youve never sold your blood. I think youre trying to make a fool of me.

Grandpa, what are you trying to say? I dont understand. Grandpa, are you senile?

Grandpa shook his head.

Xu Sanguan added, Grandpa, Im not your son. Im your grandson.

Son, his grandpa continued, your dad wouldnt listen to me. Fell for some flower or other in town.

Golden Flower. Thats my mom.

Your dad said he was old enough. He told me he wanted to go into town and marry some flower or other. I said, Your two older brothers havent gotten married yet. If the eldest hasnt even gotten married yet, how could I let the youngest go ahead and take a wife before him? Around here, thats not how you play by the rules.

XU SANGUAN sat on his fourth uncles roof gazing at the horizon. The sky was a wash of crimson that seemed to emanate from the muddy paddies in the distance, shining across the fields, transforming the crops into a vast tomato-red expanse. Everything was bright red the little streams and paths that crawled across the land, the trees, the thatched cottages and the fishponds, even the streams of smoke that poured crookedly out from village chimneys.

Xu Sanguans fourth uncle was spreading fertilizer across the melon patch beside the house as two women, one older, one younger, walked past. Xu Sanguans uncle said, Guihua looks more and more like her mama.

The younger of the two women smiled, and the older one caught sight of Xu Sanguan sitting on the roof. Whos that sitting on your roof?

Xu Sanguans uncle said, Thats my third brothers son.

The three people below all glanced up at Xu Sanguan. Xu Sanguan chuckled as he looked down toward the young woman called Guihua. Guihua lowered her eyes to the ground. The older woman said, He looks just like his dad.

Xu Sanguans uncle said, Guihuas getting married next month, isnt she?

The older woman shook her head, Guihuas not getting married next month. Weve broken off the engagement.

Broken the engagement? The fertilizing trowel in Xu Sanguans uncles hand dropped to the ground.

The older woman lowered her voice. The boys health is no good. He can only eat one bowl of rice at a time. Even Guihua can eat two bowls of rice at a time.

Xu Sanguans uncle lowered his voice as well. How did that boy go and ruin his health?

I really dont know how it happened. First I heard people say he hadnt gone to the hospital to sell blood for almost a year. That got me wondering if maybe he had some kind of problem, so I sent someone to invite him over for dinner, just so I could see for myself how much he could eat. If he could eat a couple big bowls of rice, I figured I could set my mind at ease, and if he could eat three, well, Guihua would have been his. He ate one bowl, but when I went to get him some more, he said he was full, said he couldnt eat any more. Imagine a big strong man like that not even being able to eat a little more. Well, I figured theres something wrong with him for sure.

Xu Sanguans uncle nodded his approval. Youre a thoughtful mother.

The older woman said, Thats what mothers are for.

The two women glanced up once more toward Xu Sanguan, who was still chuckling as he looked at the younger woman. The older woman said once again, Looks just like his dad.

The two women walked away, one in front of the other. Both of them had big rears, and as Xu Sanguan looked down on them from above, he had trouble distinguishing where their buttocks ended and their thighs began. When they were gone, Xu Sanguan watched Fourth Uncle continue to spread fertilizer across the melon patch as the sun set and his body grew increasingly indistinct in the haze of dusk.

How much longer are you going to work, Uncle?

Ill be done pretty soon now, his uncle said.

Uncle, theres something I dont understand that I want to ask you about.

Go on.

Is it true that people who sell their blood are really healthy?

Thats right, Fourth Uncle said. Didnt you hear what Guihuas ma said just now? Around here the men who havent sold blood cant get themselves a wife.

What kind of rule is that?

I dont know if theres a rule or not, but everyone whos strong enough goes to sell his blood. You get thirty-five yuan a shot. Thats more than you make in six months in the fields. And bloods like well water. If you never go to the well, the source dries up, but if you use it every day, therell always be just as much water as there was before.

But Uncle, if what you say is true, then selling bloods a real money tree.

That depends on whether or not youre in shape. If youre not in shape, you might as well sell your life away when you go sell blood. When you go sell blood, the hospital has to check you out first. First they take a tube of blood and check to see whether or not youre healthy. Theyll only let you sell to them if youre healthy.