Episode 112. You shouldn’t talk about work when you drink.
Settlement.
Jeongju Jeilru.
Late at night.
The worker at Jeongjujeilru carried the water bucket up to the sixth floor and returned.
After a while, the owner of the kiln, Jang Bo-ok, appeared, waving both arms. She had not been able to carry the kiln from the first floor, so she had left it to someone else up to the sixth floor.
She climbed the stairs carrying a large bucket of water.
Hoping it would look like he had brought it himself from the ground floor.
“Gasp! Gasp!”
Jang Bo-ok climbed only three steps before putting down her water bucket and resting. She only brought the gisaengs back and forth, and didn’t do any hard work, so her body couldn’t handle it.
“Haa! What the heck is this… … .”
A sigh escaped my lips.
I started this because I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing after seeing what happened to the Tongcheonbang warriors. No matter how I think about it, it’s a crazy thing to do, but I had to prepare for it.
Jang Bo-ok got up again, hugged the bucket of water with both arms, and climbed the stairs, struggling.
She barely made it to the seventh floor and wiped the sweat from her forehead with an exaggerated gesture, of course to show that she had gone to great lengths to bring the bucket of water.
Still, he didn’t complain.
Anyone who sees twenty-five warriors crouching in a corner would do the same.
At that moment, the eyes of Gucheonnodo Simtong and Jang Bo-ok, who were sitting on a chair and receiving a massage from the Tongcheonbang warriors, met.
At that moment, Simtong let out a sneer with a face that seemed to be in a state of laughter.
He thought she deserved worse because she had mocked Yeon-jeok-ha.
Jang Bo-ok lowered her eyes, knowing that the old man was a fearsome master. And she moved diligently, fearing that she might be caught again.
“So-hyeop, I brought you the warm water you mentioned.”
“Madame.”
“I’m not a lady… … .”
“Then aunt? Aunt? Aunt? Or… … .”
“Just call me Auntie.”
Jang Bo-ok gave up on hearing the word “older sister” from this scary boy. If he kept going like this, he would probably call her “older sister.”
‘I think he’s old enough to be my son, but I wonder if it’s too much… ‘
As she thought about that, she flinched.
That guy is ruining his business, and he’s worrying about titles for no reason!
I felt proud of myself for adapting to reality so quickly, but also somewhat bitter.
“Do you have kids?”
“One son and one daughter.”
Jang Bo-ok glanced at the boy with anxious eyes.
I was afraid that this incident might upset my family.
“How old are you?”
“My daughter is thirteen and my son is ten.”
“Raise him well.”
“yes yes…….”
She lowered her eyes with the most pitiful expression possible.
And I secretly hoped his attention would turn away from his family.
I guess that earnest wish came true.
The boy no longer asked about his family history.
After silently washing his feet, he climbed onto the table and stared out the window.
His expression was so withered that I couldn’t speak to him.
Jang Bo-ok, who had been hesitating, moved the water jug to the entrance of the stairs, then straightened her back for a moment.
It was a very busy time, but there was only one seat in the corner on the seventh floor that was occupied.
Three middle-aged men who appear to be merchants and three gisaengs.
It seemed as if he was still curious as he looked at the boy and the old man while whispering.
‘Oh my! I’m a crazy bitch.’
Even after selling water for so long, I still don’t recognize people. I deserve to be punished.
While I was blaming myself like that, I also hoped that Tongcheonbang would quickly resolve this issue.
‘huh?’
As she bent down and picked up the water jug again, something strange caught her eye.
An elderly man was slowly coming up the stairs.
The moment her eyes met with the old man with the ancient sword hanging from his waist, Jang Bo-ok’s thoughts stopped.
In the old man’s eyes there was a mixture of gentleness and brutality, murderousness and kindness.
The leader of the Seventy-Two Green Forests, Pacheonma-gun Seok Mu-hae, passed by Jang Bo-ok.
Simtong, who discovered Seokmuhae, jumped up from his seat.
The warriors of Tongcheonbang who were giving massages were startled by the frost and took a step back.
“Your Majesty.”
Simtong was the first to bow politely.
Seok Mu-hae took a quick look at Sim-tong and then strode towards the window.
Yeonjeokha turned his head at the sound of footsteps to check who he was, then slowly got down from the table.
“Huh? What are you doing here?”
“Poohahaha! It really was you. I came here just in case, but you were right there.”
“You came to see me? Why?”
Yeonjeokha opened her eyes wide and looked at Seokmuhae.
I was surprised that something like that happened when there was nothing special going on between the two of them.
“Oh my! Why are you saying ‘why’ when we haven’t seen each other in three years? Come here and sit down. Let’s have a drink.”
Seok Mu-hae, sitting in the empty seat next to the bed, gestured to Jang Bo-ok, who was staring blankly.
Jang Bo-ok, who had been watching the old man, approached him with quick steps.
“You go quickly and bring me a basic meal. I don’t need any women.”
“Yes, yes.”
Jang Bo-ok tilted her head inwardly at Seok Mu-hae’s simple and skillful order. He seemed like a high-ranking elder in the martial arts world, but he seemed to be very knowledgeable about Kiru.
After Seokmuhae appeared, the once cold seventh floor suddenly became filled with warmth. Food and drinks were served, and the lively atmosphere unique to Giru gradually came to life.
Seok Mu-hae also brought in Sim Tong, who was far away.
It was when a round of drinks was passed around among the three of them.
Yeonjeokha asked as if she was curious.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I went to Mt. Obong because I thought of you, and they told me to go to Gaebong. I met your sworn brothers in Gaebong and heard the gist of it. I was planning to go to Daeyeonsangbang tomorrow. Then I heard a strange sound from the porch.”
“Is that a strange sound?”
“I heard that two guys from another country were causing a commotion at Jeongjujeilru. I came here to check it out as soon as I heard about it. I have a good intuition.”
“Ah! You have good instincts. I envy you. But why did you come looking for me? You’re a busy person.”
“Oh, you keep saying that because I said we can talk about that later. Okay, drink up a glass. You shouldn’t talk about work when you drink.”
“… … .”
Yeonjeokha tilted her head at the word ‘work’.
Because I had no idea at all.
Regardless, Seok Mu-hae livened up the atmosphere by pouring drinks into Yeon-jeok-ha and Sim-tong’s glasses.
“Oh, my! I told you I was good at judging people. You’re a person who is different. You made a bed on the seventh floor of Jeongjujeilru just because I made you feel bad! I truly admire your actions. A person from the Green Forest should have that much spirit. Yes! That’s right.”
Seok Mu-hae has an excited face like a child.
He really liked Yeonjeokha, the sprout that was growing.
I was so amazed at how he came up with such an idea that I even forgot why I had come here.
“But you said Simga? You’ve completely changed from a few years ago. Are you ready to wield a knife now? Did you get some luck at Mt. Obong?”
“Hehehe, I learned martial arts from Prince Yeon.”
Simtong smiled brightly with an innocent face unlike usual in front of the general manager.
Seok Mu-hae nodded with a face that seemed unsurprised.
“Haha, as expected, it’s our General Patrol. They’re amazing. I used to pick out smart kids and teach them, but it wasn’t very satisfying. But our General Patrol can make something like that in three years. It’s a blessing from the Green Forest. Blessing.”
The title ‘Total Patrol’ slowly began to come out of Seok Mu-hae’s mouth.
Meanwhile, Jang Bo-ok had been unable to control her heart that had been pounding for some time.
As I walked around the table out of curiosity, I gradually began to hear their stories.
If you don’t know what ‘Total Chaeju’ and ‘Total Patrol’ mean after twenty years of being a liquor seller in Jeongju, you should die. And just a moment ago, you even said ‘The Blessing of the Green Forest.’
The old man who came later was clearly the leader of the Seventy-Two Green Forest Clans, Pacheonma-gun.
At first I thought the old man with the goatee was a general patrolman.
However, listening to the words of the Pacheonma Army, it turned out that the patrolman was a young man who had not yet lost his boyhood.
‘Oh my! That guy was a patrolman?’
If you are in charge of the Green Forest’s patrol, you are in the position right next to the chief consul.
Suddenly, my knees started to tremble as I thought about making fun of such a person. This was because I knew that the original Nokrim regarded human life as if it were a fly.
As dizziness began to creep in, Jang Bo-ok leaned against the wall to regain her balance.
At that moment, a group of martial artists came rushing up the stairs.
They were Tongcheonbang, approaching us with menacing swings of sharp swords.
‘Oh, no, you old men.’
Everything is relative, I guess. In Jang Bo-ok’s eyes, the Tongcheonbang warriors looked like ordinary men.
***
A new type of person who escaped from Jeongjujeilru ran madly through the night streets. However, he ran so hard that it was pitiful, as if he didn’t know martial arts.
After a while, he ran into an inn run by the Sapa Union Sakpunghoe.
The man waved his hands and shouted as the shopkeepers looked on in surprise.
“Gasp! Gasp! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”
One of the servants guided the man to the room used by the head of the Sakpunghoe.
Han Sang, the leader of the Sakpunghoe, who had been writing on his own, turned his head.
“What’s going on?”
“That’s me, a dwarf who works at Jeongjujeilru.”
“however?”
“Our master told us to go here and meet the master.”
“Uh-huh. What’s going on?”
Hansang felt a little frustrated, but he didn’t rush him.
I was used to it because there weren’t many people around me who were good at speaking articulately.
“On the seventh floor of the Kiru, the elders of the Sakpunghoe and the lord of the Tongcheonbang attacked the lord of the Nokrim clan and were slain.”
Han Sang, who was taken aback for a moment, let out a roar.
“How do you say!”
***
Jeongju Jeilru.
Hansang, who ran all the way here in one go, ran up the stairs in a hurry.
Boom. Boom.
He was so anxious that the stair railing he was holding seemed to burst apart.
Han Sang had been a believer of Pacheonma-gun even before he became the leader of the Sakpunghoe. So, he would run to Pacheonma-gun even when he heard a rumor that he had appeared somewhere.
One day, his efforts were not in vain, and he was able to see his face from a distance. For Han Sang, that day was remembered as a lifelong coincidence.
‘But what? The elder of the Sakpunghoe and the Ark of the Tongcheonbang are attacking him? These crazy bastards are trying to kill him!’
Han Sang clenched his teeth and climbed the stairs as if he was flying.
A moment later, as he climbed up to the seventh floor, a gasping sound came out of his mouth.
“Ugh!”
He cursed his cruel fate.
Even the heavens are heartless. How can something like this happen?
Beneath the buttocks of the green forest general Pacheonma-gun and the unfamiliar young man, the elder of the Sakpunghoe, Amyeonggwisal Im Tae-geun, and the Tongcheonbang Bangju Talmyeongsu-ra Cheonmun-gwang were lying.
“Ahhhhhhh! Lord Pacheonma!”
Hansang ran towards Seokmuhae, crying.
Seokmuhae, Yeonjeokha, and Simtong saw an old man running towards them, crying with bloodshot eyes.
When Han Sang arrived in front of Seok Mu-hae, he bowed repeatedly as if he were bowing to his ancestors. To him, today was the saddest and most rewarding day of his life.
Wuxia,
