Act One
Scene One
A rural highway in Henan. Early February, 1992. Sunset on the eve of Chinese New Year.
Kuan and Wen, brothers and migrant workers, move briskly along the side of the road, weighed down by overstuffed canvas bags.
Wen Deng Xiaoping says, âIt doesnât matter if the cat is white or black. As long as it catches mice, it is a very good cat.â
Kuan Black cats are bad luck.
Wen Thatâs called âbackwards thinking.â We survived the biggest tragedy of the twentieth centuryâ
Kuan That German killed more.
Wen Mao caused five times as many deaths. His ghost must be pissed the Germanâs getting more credit. Weâre survivors. Can we agree on that?
Kuan I agree weâre not dead.
Wen Which means: itâs time to have bigger dreams!
Kuan Things are better now.
Wen Compared to disaster.
Kuan Our fields are fertile. They produce high yieldsâ
Wen Of a crop worth less than paper. Half our potatoes feed pigs. The famine is over! Why grow a plant that yields so little profit we spend fifty weeks a year in the mines and go home for two weeks?
Kuan Potatoes are practical.
Wen Deng Xiaoping wants to help us get rich. He wonât succeed if we cling to ancient ideas and reject modern thinking. Letâs switch to a cash crop, stay home and live with our family.
The sound of firecrackers from a nearby courtyard.
Kuan Move faster. This highwayâs not safe after dark.
Wen huffs his armpits, smells his breath, then rummages through his bag.
Wen Liliâs waited eleven months for this moment. I should smell fresh.
Kuan Corpse flowers are fresh.
Wen Whatâs a corpse flower?
Kuan They bloom once a year and smell like rotting flesh.
Wen You have no idea how much better my girl fries my rice when sheâs into me.
Points to surrounding fields.
I could just roll through these fields if we grew something fragrantâlike jasmine or peonies.
Kuan And end up smelling like shit. What flower blooms in the middle of winter?
Wen Maâs under those fields! Letâs grow something good with soil made from herâ
Kuan (cutting him off) Itâs good to have food in your belly.
Wen (as he continues to search bag) Peonies are practical. They symbolize good fortune, riches and prosperity. City folks need them for New Yearâs, weddings and Grand Openings.
The sound of a large truck approaching.
Kuan Get off the road.
Wen The moneyâs not just in the blooms. A woman who eats white peony root becomes as beautiful as the flower itself.
Kuan Are you trying to die?
The truck grows closer. Wen crows triumphantly, pulls out a can of spray deodorant and sprays it liberally all over himself.
Wen Peonies are good medicine. They cure all kinds of disâ
LOUD, LONG HONK. Kuan pulls Wen off the road. The sound of the truck whooshing past.
Wen (to truck driver) Fuck your ancestors!
More firecrackers. Kuan walks faster.
Wen I mean it about switching crops. Iâve had enough gold mines for six lifetimes.
Kuan With peonies itâs three years to first harvest.
Wen Letâs put roots in the ground soon.
Kuan How will we buy root stock? How will we live while theyâre growing?
Wen Better than we would breathing dust in the mines. Gold lung is a hard way to die. Even on dry land you feel like youâre drowning.
Kuan Weâre home for two weeks. Enjoy it. Donât talk to me about illegal petitions.
Wen Miners are dropping like flies. Families should be compensated for their deaths.
Kuan We wonât sign it.
Wen What if I already did?
Kuan Idiot! What were you thinking? If management finds outâ
Wen Management did. Happy New Year! We wonât be breathing gold dust anymore!
Kuan We?!
Wen They think like Red Guards.
Kuan punches Wen. He falls to the ground.
Wen You should thank me!
Off the sound of more firecrackers.
See? The King of Heaven is celebrating! We endured the chaos, the...