木 匠 之 子

Mù Jiàng Zhī Zǐ

The Woodcarver’s Son

A short narrative on the carving of a wooden funerary figure for the imperial army of Qin Shi Huang. With teaching materials and discussion prompts following.

Ba region, eastern Sichuan — sometime around 215 BCE

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A short narrative on the carving of a wooden funerary figure for the imperial army of Qin Shi Huang. With teaching materials and discussion prompts following.

The Record

I was twelve in the year my father received the imperial commission.

The messenger had come from the prefectural office in the third month, with a sealed document and a directive. My father read the document and put it on the small table by the door. He sat for a while without speaking. Then he called me in from the workshop and told me what we would be doing.

"A figure," he said. "Life-size. Wood. For the Imperial Tomb."

"For the Emperor's army?"

"For the Emperor's army. The directive is specific. The figure must be of our region. Our brow, our nose, our cheek, the slope of our jaw, the color of our skin. Our clothing — the wrap and the bindings and the tunic of our weave. Our armor — the leather plates we use, the lacing pattern. Our weapon — the willow-leaf blade we carry, in its proper form, with the proper grip and binding. The figure must be a man of our region, true in every part. The Emperor wishes the army at his tomb to be all the peoples of his empire, each true to the place that sent them."

"How long do we have?"

"Six months. The cart will come in the ninth month, after the harvest, before the cold. We will work on this and on nothing else."

He took down the document and showed me the directive. The imperial seal was at the bottom. The instructions were precise — the dimensions, the materials, the requirement of regional truth, the prohibition against generic forms or workshop shortcuts. The Emperor wanted what the Emperor wanted. The carving must be true.

The wood came from the upland forest behind our village, from a single nanmu tree (楠木 nán mù) that had been growing since before my great-grandfather was a boy. My father had been watching the tree for years. When the commission came he sent two men with axes and they brought the tree down carefully, sectioning it for the journey, and the great central piece was hauled to our workshop on a sledge over four days. It was cured for two months in the dim back of the workshop while my father drew.

He drew on rough paper, many studies. He drew the brow of our region — heavier above the eye than the brow of the people from the lowland, with the bone running more strongly outward at the temple. He drew the nose — broader at the bridge than the lowland nose, with the nostril cut differently. He drew the eye — the inner fold particular to our people, set slightly deeper than the lowland eye. He drew the cheekbone, the jaw, the way the head sits on our necks.

He went to the market in the seventh week and watched men who were not watching him. He came home with more drawings. A man at the grain stalls had given him the cheek he wanted. A man at the boat landing had given him the set of the jaw. A man who came in from the upland hunting villages had given him the brow and the eye together, and my father drew that man for two days from memory, until he had what he needed.

I ground pigments most days. My father needed many colors. The skin of our region is its own color — not the pale of the lowland, not the deep brown of the southern peoples, a particular shade with red and yellow in the underlayer that takes the light differently from the lowland skin. My father had tested skin pigments for weeks before he was satisfied. The base was made from a mix of ochres ground very fine, with a small portion of cinnabar (硃砂 zhū shā) for the underlayer warmth. The grinding was patient work. I did it for hours each day in the small mortar with the long-handled pestle.

The carving began in the fourth month and continued through the summer.

My father started with the body. The legs first — the particular set of our legs, slightly bowed from the upland walking we do, with the calf muscle high and tight. The hips next, narrower than the lowland hips, with the spine entering at our angle. The shoulders, broader than the lowland shoulders, particularly in men who have spent their lives on the river and the cliffs. The arms.

He did not carve the head until the body was complete. He said the head had to come last because the head was the figure's truth and the truth could not be set on a body that had not yet earned it.

In the seventh month my father carved the head. He worked from his many drawings. He worked slowly. He took out one feature at a time — the brow, then the nose, then the cheek — and he tested each against the others, adjusting, before moving on. The face emerged over three weeks. By the end of the third week the figure had the face of a man from our region. He was no one in particular. He was all the men of our region, distilled into a single face.

The clothing came next. My father had bought the cloth from a weaver in the next village whose family had been making the regional cloth for generations. The wrap and the bindings and the tunic were all in our weave, with our patterns. He cut and fitted the cloth to the wooden body. The lacquer stiffening and the binding tapes were applied. The figure now had the shape of a Ba soldier in his proper dress.

The armor was lacquered leather, in our regional pattern of plates, with our regional lacing. My father had made armor before for ceremonial purposes; he knew the work. The armor was assembled directly on the figure, fitted to the lacquered body, secured at the shoulders and the waist.

The weapon was the willow-leaf blade (柳葉劍 liǔyè jiàn) of our region — the bronze sword shaped like a willow leaf, with the grip wound in our pattern. My father had commissioned the blade itself from the bronze caster two villages over. The blade arrived in the eighth month. My father bound the grip and fitted the blade to the figure's hand. The figure now held the weapon of his region, in his region's proper way.

What remained was the painting of the face and the final lacquer.

My father painted the face on a still afternoon in the eighth month. I had ground the pigments since dawn. The day was warm and the workshop was quiet. My father worked at the figure's face for many hours — the under-painting first, then the skin tones in their specific layering, then the small details of the eyes and the lips and the lines of the face that gave the figure his particular expression.

The expression my father chose was not severe and not gentle. It was the expression of a man who has been called to serve and is preparing himself to go. There was a slight tightening around the eyes. There was a settled set to the mouth. The face was the face of a soldier from our region in the moment before departure.

When he finished my father stood at the figure for a while longer than usual. He did not speak for the rest of the afternoon. He cleaned his brushes carefully and put them away and went into the house. I was left in the workshop with the figure.

I was sweeping the floor at the end of the day when the figure spoke.

"Brother," he said. "I need your help."

He spoke in our dialect. He used the form of address that men of our region use to younger men of their own family — not to children, not to outsiders, but to a younger brother or a nephew. The voice was a man's voice, in the speech of our region, in the inflection of the upland villages where the brow had come from.

I stopped sweeping.

"My parents," he said. "They are at the cliffs at Pán Lóng Tān (盤龍灘), where the river bends. The hanging coffin frame on the south face. Do you know where I mean."

I knew where he meant. The place was an hour's walk from our village. The cliffs there had several hanging coffins — old ones from the families that had lived in our region for many generations. I had been there twice with my father, who had repaired one of the wooden frames the year before for another family.

"I know."

"There is a side-stream coming off the main river. In the spring rains this year the side-stream cut a new channel and it is running close to the base of the cliff now. The bank below the coffin frame is going. If the bank goes the frame will tip. I cannot leave with this undone. Will you go tonight."

I thought about this for a moment.

"My father," I said. "He will see if I am gone."

"He will not see. He has gone into the house and he will not come back to the workshop tonight. He is tired from finishing the face. I have watched him for these months. He will sleep early and not wake until morning. You can go after dark and return before dawn."

"What do I need to do."

"There is a small channel above the side-stream where the water comes off the upper slope. If you block that channel with stones and earth the side-stream will dry to its old bed. The new channel will close in a season. The bank will hold. The coffin will be safe. You know how to do this."

I knew how to do this. My father had taught me how watercourses move and how to redirect them. The work was not difficult. The walk was an hour each way. The blocking of the channel would take perhaps two hours if I worked steadily.

"I will go."

"Take the small lantern. The moon is half tonight. You will have enough light at the cliffs but the path through the woods is dark. Be careful at the upper slope. The footing is loose where the new channel cuts the slope. Do not stand too close to the edge."

"I will not."

"My family will know. They have been waiting for someone to come for the parents' grave. They have not been able to send a man because the family is small now and the men are away on the river work. My going north was supposed to be after this was done but the imperial commission came first. I could not refuse. So I am going north tonight in the cart that has not yet arrived, and the work here will not be done unless you do it. Will you go now."

"I will go."

"Thank you, brother. When the cart comes in the morning, help my father load me with care. I will be a long time on the road. The wrapping must be tight or the lacquer will crack at the joints. Tell your father to use the straw matting double at the head. The roads are bad past the prefectural border."

"I will tell him."

"Go now. The night is long enough but not too long."

I went into the house and got the small lantern and lit it from the kitchen fire. My mother was at the loom in the back room. She did not look up. My father was already in his sleeping room. I put the lantern in a covered carrier and slung a small bag with rope and a digging stick over my shoulder and left through the workshop door. The figure was where I had left him, by the carving frame, his painted eyes looking past me at the wall.

The walk to Pán Lóng Tān took an hour as I had thought. The path through the woods was dark and I went carefully with the lantern. At the cliffs the river was loud below and the moon gave enough light that I could see the cliff face and the hanging coffin frames lodged in the upper crevices. I found the south face. I found the coffin the figure had described. I found the side-stream cutting at the base of the cliff. I found the upper channel where the water came off the slope.

I worked steadily. Stones first, the largest I could move, set into the channel. Earth packed around the stones. More stones above. I worked for what I judged to be two hours, perhaps a little more. By the end of my work the upper channel was blocked solidly enough to hold through the rains of the next season. The side-stream below was already running thinner, drawing only what came from the smaller seeps below my blockage. The bank would hold.

I sat on a stone for a few minutes when the work was done. The river was loud. The cliff face was dark above me. The hanging coffin frame on the south face was old and the wood was weathered and the family who had placed the coffin there had been gone for generations. I sat for a few minutes only. Then I picked up my bag and my lantern and walked back through the woods to the village.

I came into the workshop before dawn. The figure was where I had left him. I did not speak to him. I put the lantern away and went into the kitchen and washed my hands and arms in cold water. The cinnabar stain on my hands from the months of grinding had faded to a pale rust. I dried my hands and went to my sleeping room and lay down. I slept for perhaps an hour before the household woke.

The cart came in the middle of the morning. Two oxen, a heavy cart, four men from the prefectural office. My father had laid out the wrapping materials — the straw matting, the rope, the protective cloth — and we worked together to wrap the figure for the journey. I told my father, while we worked, that the head should be padded with double matting because the roads past the prefectural border were bad. My father looked at me but did not ask how I knew. He used the double matting at the head.

The figure was loaded into the cart. The lacquer surfaces were covered. The face was the last thing wrapped. I helped lay the final cloth over the face. The painted eyes were just painted eyes. The face was just the carved face my father had made. I bound the cloth at the back of the head and stepped down from the cart.

The men from the prefectural office paid my father. They turned the oxen north and the cart went down the village road and out of sight at the bend. My father stood at the workshop entrance and watched the cart go. I stood next to him.

"That was good work," my father said after a while. He meant the whole work, the six months of it.

"It was."

He went back into the workshop. I followed him. There were the next commissions to think about. There was the workshop to clean, the tools to put away, the materials to inventory. The day's work of an ordinary day was waiting for us.

I write this many years later. I am older now than my father was in the year of the commission. I have my own workshop. I do not carve figures of that kind. The Emperor's funerary project ended when the Emperor died, and the dynasty fell soon after, and the Han ordered the workshops to other purposes. I make tables and chests and ceremonial implements for the temples. I have an apprentice of my own, a boy from the same upland village my father's main reference came from. He grinds my pigments for me on the days I need them.

I have not told anyone what happened in the year I was twelve. I do not intend to. I write this down so that the record exists somewhere, after I am gone. The figure went north to serve the Emperor. He did his service, I assume. The cliffs at Pán Lóng Tān still hold the hanging coffins of the old families. The side-stream below them found its old bed within a season, as the figure said it would. The bank has held for forty years and will hold for many more.

When I think of him I think of a man from our region, in his proper armor, holding his region's blade, going north in a cart in the autumn of a year long past. I think of him with respect. I think of him with the form of address that men of our region use among themselves. I think he served well, wherever he was placed. I think he is still there, in the dark of the Emperor's tomb, with the others, waiting for whatever is being waited for.

The work of our region was to send him north. The work of one boy from our region was to tend his parents' grave on the night before he went. I did the work I was asked to do. I have not spoken of it. I write it now and I will say no more.

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A Note for Teachers and Students

The narrative above is set in the Ba (巴) region of what is now eastern Sichuan, China, around 215 BCE — about five years before the death of the First Emperor of Qin (秦始皇 Qín Shǐ Huáng, 259–210 BCE). The Emperor's funerary project, which began soon after his accession in 246 BCE and continued until his death, included the construction of a vast underground tomb complex at Lintong, near present-day Xi'an, with thousands of life-size figures arrayed in pits east of the central tomb mound. The terracotta army was discovered in 1974 and is one of the most extraordinary funerary instruments ever recovered.

The terracotta figures we have today are made of fired clay. The funerary project, however, was vast and almost certainly involved many workshops across the empire working in different media. There is good evidence for early Chinese wooden tomb figures (木俑 mù yǒng) in the Qin and Han periods, some life-sized; wooden figures from the Qin funerary project, if they existed, would not have survived the conditions that preserved the fired clay. The narrative imagines a regional wooden-figure workshop participating in the same broader project that produced the figures we have today.

A note on vocabulary before we proceed. The Chinese terms in the teaching materials below are given with characters and pinyin. Where the materials use English approximations — figure, region, armor, funerary instrument — the words are doing rough English work for what the Chinese says more precisely.

The imperial directive described in the narrative — that the figures of the funerary army should each be true to a specific region of the empire, with the regional features faithfully represented — reflects what we know of the historical project. The terracotta figures show genuine individualization, with different facial types, body proportions, uniforms, weapons, and hair arrangements. Scholars have read this individualization as deliberate ethnographic representation: the empire was unified out of differentiated regional cultures, and the funerary apparatus was meant to preserve that differentiation faithfully.

The narrative does not announce what the figure is or what happens when his face is finished. The teaching materials below provide the framework for readers and students who want to understand what they have read.

Glossary of Places and Terms

巴 Bā — the Ba culture and region of pre-Qin and early imperial China. Inhabited the eastern part of present-day Sichuan and the area around present-day Chongqing. Distinct cultural tradition with its own bronze technology, funerary practices, and material culture. Conquered by Qin in 316 BCE, becoming part of the Qin empire about a century before the funerary project depicted in the narrative.

懸棺 Xuán guān — hanging coffins. Funerary practice of the Ba and several other regional cultures of southern China, in which wooden coffins are lodged in crevices high on cliff faces or supported on wooden frames driven into the rock above rivers. Many of these coffins, some thousands of years old, survive in cliff faces along the Yangtze and its tributaries.

柳葉劍 Liǔyè jiàn — willow-leaf sword. Distinctive bronze sword form of the Ba culture. The blade is shaped like a willow leaf — narrow at the tang, broadest in the middle, tapering to a point. Many examples have been recovered archaeologically and the form is one of the principal markers of Ba cultural identity.

楠木 Nán mù — nanmu, Phoebe zhennan, a hardwood tree native to the upland regions of southern China. Highly valued for fine carving and for ceremonial implements. The wood is dense, fine-grained, takes carving and lacquer well.

硃砂 Zhū shā — cinnabar, mercuric sulfide. The principal red pigment in early Chinese painting and an important substance in the wàidān (外丹) alchemical tradition. Used here for the warmth of the underlayer in the figure's skin painting.

秦始皇 Qín Shǐ Huáng — the First Emperor of Qin, 259–210 BCE. Unified the Chinese states under Qin rule in 221 BCE, establishing the first imperial dynasty. Initiated the construction of his vast tomb complex at Lintong soon after his accession in 246 BCE; the project continued for nearly forty years.

兵馬俑 Bīngmǎyǒng — soldier-and-horse figures, the modern Chinese term for the terracotta army. The pits east of the imperial tomb mound contain approximately 8,000 life-size figures, all individualized, representing the imperial army. Discovered 1974.

木俑 Mù yǒng — wooden figures. Wooden tomb figures are attested archaeologically from the Qin and Han periods, some life-sized, but most do not survive due to decay. The narrative's wooden figure represents a plausible regional workshop tradition that participated in the broader funerary project.

盤龍灘 Pán Lóng Tān — Coiled Dragon Shoals, the place name in the narrative. A plausible Ba-region toponym for a river-bend with cliffs, of the kind common in the Three Gorges and tributary valleys.

A Note on the Tradition

The First Emperor's funerary project is the largest known cosmographic-funerary instrument in early Chinese history. The buried complex at Lintong is on a scale that has no precedent. The thousands of life-size figures, arrayed in pits, individualized with regional features, equipped with real weapons of regional types, organized in formations facing east — these are the components of a working representation of the imperial army at concentrated scale, intended to function in some operational way after the Emperor's death.

The framework operative here is the framework the project of which this piece is a part has articulated through other units. The cosmos can be represented at concentrated scale, and accurate small-scale representations are not just models but working instruments. The Emperor's funerary apparatus is a working representation of the empire — concentrated, faithful, oriented to the cosmos. The empire is unified by being a unity of differentiated regional parts, and the funerary apparatus must replicate that structure faithfully. A funerary army of identical figures would not be the empire's army. The figures must be true to the regions they represent, because the empire is its regions.

This is a stronger claim than the standard reading of the terracotta army as "ethnographic representation." Ethnographic representation suggests the figures are about the regions — they document the regions' appearance for posterity. The framework claim is different. The figures are the regions, at concentrated scale, working in the funerary apparatus. Each figure is a node of the regional cosmography, faithfully made, available to the empire's apparatus through the precision of its making.

The narrative imagines what this might mean from the perspective of a regional workshop participating in the project. The carver studies men of his region carefully, distilling the regional features into a faithful representation. The carving is not portraiture — the figure is no one in particular — but it is true to the region in every part. When the figure is complete and consecrated, the framework's specifications have been met. The figure is what the framework says he is.

The figure's care for his parents' grave, addressed at the local cosmographic apparatus before he leaves to serve the empire's apparatus, reflects what the framework holds about how scales relate. The empire-scale apparatus and the local-scale apparatus are both real. Both must be tended. The figure, before he can leave, ensures that the local apparatus is in order. He cannot perform this work himself — he cannot leave the workshop — but the work must be done. The boy who knows him does the work on his behalf.

The boy becomes, in this single night, the human bridge between the local apparatus and the empire's apparatus. The figure goes north because the boy went out to Pán Lóng Tān. The empire's funerary instrument receives a faithful Ba soldier because the local Ba ancestral landscape was attended to. The framework operates because someone tended both scales.

The narrator, writing many years later, has held this knowledge alone. The framework's deepest operations are sometimes known to only one person, who cannot speak of them, and who carries the knowledge for life. This is also part of how the framework operates: through ordinary people doing ordinary work and extraordinary work, often without distinguishing between the two, often without speaking of either.

Discussion Prompts

Younger Readers (Grades 5–7)

  1. The Emperor's directive says that the figure must be true to the carver's region in every part — the brow, the nose, the clothing, the weapon. Why might the Emperor want the figures to be different from one another? What would be lost if they were all the same?

  2. The carver does not begin the head until the body is complete. He says the head has to come last because the head was the figure's truth and the truth could not be set on a body that had not yet earned it. What might this mean?

  3. The figure speaks to the son in the dialect of their region. He uses the form of address that men of the region use to younger men of their own family. Why does the figure speak this way? What does it suggest about who the figure is?

  4. The son tells no one what happened on the night before the cart came. He keeps the knowledge for the rest of his life. Why might he keep it to himself? What might happen if he tried to tell?

Middle Readers (Grades 8–10)

  1. The figure tells the son that he cannot leave the workshop with his parents' grave-care undone. He says, I could not refuse the imperial commission, but the local work will not be done unless you do it. What does this suggest about how the figure understands his obligations? How does he balance the local and the imperial?

  2. The teaching materials describe the terracotta army as a working representation of the empire at concentrated scale. The figures are individualized because the empire is a unity of differentiated regional parts. What does it mean for a representation to be a working one rather than a documentary or symbolic one?

  3. The narrative describes the carver's process in great detail — the months of drawing, the studying of men in the market, the slow accumulation of regional features into a single face. What kind of knowledge is the carver building? How does this kind of knowledge differ from formal study?

  4. The son writes the record many years later and says he has not spoken of what happened. Why might the son choose to write the record down even though he does not speak of it? Who is the record for?

Older Readers (Grades 11 and up)

  1. The framework operative in the narrative holds that faithfully made small-scale representations have genuine operational potency — that the figure, properly carved and consecrated, is a Ba soldier at concentrated scale, available to function in the imperial funerary apparatus. How does this conception of representation differ from modern Western conceptions of representation as documentation, depiction, or symbolism? What does it imply about the relationship between making and reality?

  2. The figure attends to the local cosmographic apparatus — his parents' grave, the watercourse, the ancestral landscape — before serving in the empire's cosmographic apparatus. Both scales operate simultaneously and both must be tended. The figure cannot tend the local scale himself, so he asks the boy. What does this suggest about how the framework relates the local and the imperial? What does it mean for an empire-scale apparatus to depend on the integrity of the local apparatuses it integrates?

  3. The First Emperor's funerary project is sometimes described as an attempt to take the empire with him into death — to preserve the imperial order beyond the end of his life. The framework reading offered in the teaching materials suggests something different: the funerary instrument is not preservation but operation, with the buried apparatus continuing to function in some register after the Emperor's death. What might it mean for a funerary instrument to operate after burial? What kinds of operations might be possible at that scale?

  4. The narrator carries his knowledge alone, unspoken, for the rest of his life. The framework's operations sometimes depend on a single human agent who cannot afterward speak of what he did. This is a different model of knowledge transmission from formal teaching, from apprenticeship, even from the patient watching that produces the weaver's daughter's understanding. What kind of knowledge is held in this way? What does it mean for important things to be known but not said?

Teacher's Notes

The piece is designed to be read first and discussed second, with the framework introduced through the teaching materials only after the students have encountered the narrative on its own terms. The narrative is plain. It is the story of a boy in a workshop, who helps his father with a long careful work, and who is asked one night to do a thing he cannot speak of afterward. The cosmographic dimension is in the artifact and the framework, not in the narration.

After the reading, the students may have reactions to the moment when the figure speaks. Some will accept it. Some will be unsettled. Some will want it explained. The teacher should resist explaining. The narrative does not explain; the figure speaks and the boy listens and the work is done. The reader's response to this moment is part of the unit's work.

The discussion can proceed in two phases. The first phase focuses on the narrative as narrative — what the carver did, what the boy did, what happened on the night, what the boy carries. The second phase introduces the framework — the imperial funerary project, the operational character of faithful regional representation, the relationship between local and imperial scales of the cosmographic apparatus.

The connection to other units in the project — the Weaver's Daughter especially, which is told from a parallel viewpoint of a child watching skilled adult work — can be drawn for students who have encountered both pieces. The two pieces are companions: both about the making of a working funerary instrument for an imperial project, both told from the perspective of a child whose understanding accumulates differently from formal teaching, both anchored in real archaeological context.

The deeper question — what it means for an empire-scale apparatus to depend on the integrity of the local apparatuses it integrates, and what kinds of knowledge are held by single human agents who cannot speak of them — can be developed in older-reader discussion or held for subsequent units.

A Note on Sources

The terracotta army was discovered in March 1974 at Lintong, near present-day Xi'an, Shaanxi Province, China. Excavation has continued in three principal pits since the discovery. Approximately 8,000 figures, life-size, have been documented. The principal academic publication of the finds is in Chinese; accessible English-language treatments include Jane Portal, The First Emperor: China's Terracotta Army (London: British Museum Press, 2007), the catalogue of the major British Museum exhibition; and Lukas Nickel, ed., Return of the Buddha: The Qingzhou Discoveries (London: Royal Academy of Arts, 2002), which contextualizes the Qin sculptural tradition.

For the Ba culture and the broader pre-Qin and early imperial cultural geography of southwestern China, see Steven F. Sage, Ancient Sichuan and the Unification of China (Albany: SUNY Press, 1992); Robert Bagley, ed., Ancient Sichuan: Treasures from a Lost Civilization (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2001); and the broader work of Lothar von Falkenhausen on Bronze Age and early imperial cultural diversity. The willow-leaf sword and the hanging-coffin tradition are well attested archaeologically across the Yangtze tributary regions.

For the Qin imperial project broadly, see Derk Bodde, China's First Unifier: A Study of the Ch'in Dynasty as Seen in the Life of Li Ssu (Hong Kong: Hong Kong University Press, 1967); and the relevant chapters in Michael Loewe and Edward Shaughnessy, eds., The Cambridge History of Ancient China (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1999).

The viewpoint character — the woodcarver's son — and his father are fictional. The Emperor and his funerary project are real. The Ba region and its cultural markers are real. The carving practice described in the narrative reflects what we know of early Chinese woodworking and figure-making traditions, with specific details (the use of nanmu, the regional studying of facial features, the staged carving from body to head, the use of cinnabar in the skin's underlayer) drawn from the broader literature on early Chinese material culture.

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