Chapter - 843 Episode 843, you can fuck people! (3)

Shoot!

The sound of the grain pouring echoes pleasantly.

Jo-Gol in his hand shouted loudly at the crowd.

"There's plenty, so don't argue and get in line! It's still there for everyone!"

And he tapped on the sacks of grain in front of me as if to prove it.

"Here you go."

"Thank you very much, warrior. Thank you very much."

"Don't mention it."

Jo-Gol smiled as he watched the old man who was grateful repeatedly shedding tears.

Hyun Young released the money Hyun Jong borrowed from Chung-Myung as a usury and bought a large amount of grain. And now distributing them to the needy people of the Janggang River.

In addition to this place, Hwasan's disciples and party members visited nearby villages to help each other.

"Come on, come on."

It was when Jo-Gol scooped grain into the bag that the man was about to throw out.

"Oh, my God. Thank you so much. How sweet of you."

"Hahaha. I'm a little handsome."

"What an extraordinary young warrior! Rumors of HWASAN's young warriors are circulating in the Janggang River these days! Some of them fought against Jang Nilso, the evil enemy of all men!"

Jo-Gol's jaw went up more and more.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! That's not a big deal. Of course Jang Nilso was great, but...….”

At that, the eyes of the old man who had received the grain earlier widened.

"Then do you happen to be...….”

"Ugh, Ugh!"

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, no. Jang Nilso hit me in the side. It's not easy to heal."

"Oh, my God.….that great man…….”

The old man's face was filled with emotion.

I was so moved by the fact that a great man mixed with the world's Jang Nilso and the sword was personally handing out the grain.

"Then what if...?"

"What?"

"Hwasan GumHyup, the world's most famous warrior?"

“…….”

"Isn't it? Then...…Hwasan Sword?"

“…….”

"…isn't it? Oh, well, don't tell me Bing...….”

"I've got it all in. Next person."

"Well, there, warrior."

"What?"

"…I think my grain is a little less than others."

"It's the same."

"It's definitely a little less…….”

"No, it's the same.….Argh!"

Suddenly, the palm of his hand slapped Jo-Gol across the back of his head.

"Don't make a fool of yourself and put it in properly!"

"Oh, why is the death penalty always on me!"

"It's because no one else does anything to be blamed for!”

"No...!"

"Say one more word."

When Yoon-Jong glared, the depressed Jo-Gol began to grumble and scoop up more grains.

"Ahe, dirty world. One is the Hwasan Prosecutors' Association, the other is the Hwasan Prosecutor's Office, and I'm the tightwad of Hwasan."

"Shut up."

Then Jo-Gol stopped singing a strange song and rolled his lips in. Yoon-jong smirked and helped scoop up the grain.

"I really don't know how to express my gratitude.….”

"No, it's not."

Yoon-jong shook his head.

"I'm sorry you're struggling with our bandits with knives."

"He, how could it be Hwasan's fault! It's all because of those rotten old file rooms and the Sapa they're gonna tear to death!"

"Right!"

"Hwasan is different! What a difference!"

There were voices and shouts of sympathy from all sides.

As it was a place to distribute grain, the people of the Janggang people were definitely leaning toward Hwasan.

Yoon-jong said with a bitter smile."Thank you for your words. But there are many other places to stop by besides here, so I'd like you to hurry up."

"Yes, sir! I will."

Jo-Gol's mouth popped out in a very different response than ever before.

"Why am I a warrior and the death penalty is an apostle? I'm bankrupt, too!"

"…walk."

"Why?"

"If you speak one more time, I may not hear you from them."

"…I'll be quiet."

Yoon-jong smiled and straightened his back at Jo-Gol, who quickly closed his mouth and handed out the grain.

In the distance, I could see the flowing Janggang River and Gangnam beyond.

It looks so peaceful.

But apparently, it was no longer a peaceful place.

* * *

"That's a lot, too."

Back after rescuing the people of Yangmin, Baek Cheon muttered like a sigh as he saw the crowds gathering at the pier.

Not long ago, there were a lot of merchants trying to cross the river, but in a few days, the number seemed to have increased further.

The interesting thing was that when merchants gather this much, it is generally normal when there is a fight or a big confusion, but there is no particular disturbance here.

Merchants, whose turn was imminent, waited in an orderly manner, and those who still had to wait for a long time skillfully set up tents and rested and silently measured my turn.

Merchants who are indifferent to being short-tempered when it comes to money, but only here was a gentle amount.

Reason? It was very simple.

"There?"

"What?"

"Your foot is sticking out."

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm not saying it's anything wrong. Be careful not to get hurt by passing carts. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes! Thank you so much for your concern!"

That's because managing the merchants are bandits who look like they ripped and killed a tiger from somewhere with their bare hands.

"Well, there's that...…Hogul?"

"It's not a holler, it's a holler. So, what's going on?"

"Well, we're here earlier than you're loading.….”

"Huh? Wait a minute."

The bandit, who was checking the order, scratched his head with a face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What do I do about this?…. If I report, I'll be beaten up. Ugh……."

The merchant flinched when he saw the face of the bandit white. The merchant quickly opened his mouth as he even began to see blood in his eyes.

"Oh, no. Well, I'm just saying. We'll wait and load it."

"Huh? Do you mind?"

"Oh, my God! Of course I can! Haha. We only have time left."

"Thank you, I will repay you! Then go back there and stand. I'll let you load it right next time!"

"Oh, thank you!"

It's not something to be thankful for since it was delayed by mistake. But the merchant was bending over as if he was really grateful.

“…….”

Baek Cheon, who looked at the sheep, was about to say something and soon turned his head away.

But the sight of turning one's head wasn't very pleasant either.

So how much money did you say you got in yesterday?

"I've written it down here in the books."

"Well."

Hyun Young took the books and flipped them.

There's nothing special about this alone. Hyun Young is the financial anchor of Hwasan and is obliged to confirm the attendance of Maehwa Island.

If it weren't for King Greenlim who politely turned over the books."Hm. Have you ever studied accounting separately?"

"Ha ha. Isn't that basic?"

"It's absolutely accurate."

"You won't miss a single coin. Trust and honesty are the most important things in a lasting friendship!"

"That's right, that's right. It's been a while since I've left the job to someone I can trust. But…… I'll come from the top of the galaxy from time to time and check the books, so I'd appreciate it if you could take that into consideration.

"Will there be any! You're always welcome."

"Hahaha, you're a ho-girl as I've heard."

"Hahahaha. Is it only for the Lord of the Exchequer?"

Im Sobyong held Hyun Young's hand tightly.

"I look forward to your kind cooperation!"

"Huh…. Huh. Of course, hahaha."

Baek Sang, who was watching the scene with him next to him, was startled and said to Baek Cheon.

"Death, death penalty, I just...…in that hand…….”

"Sang-ah."

"What?"

"Close your mouth."

“…….”

Baek Cheon also saw clearly. A heavy-looking frontal lobe appeared in Hyun Young's hand, holding Im Sobyong's hand tightly.

Baek Cheon, who even saw Hyun Young coughing in vain and crumbling his arms, closed his eyes and turned his head.

'I didn't see anything.’

That's what the world is all about. The world.

In any case, Baek Cheon's eyes became slightly dim as he saw the sight of the wharf turning briskly.

"Slowly……."

"What?"

"I'll have to get ready.

"What preparation?"

Back Sang asked again, but Back Cheon just grinned silently.

* * *

Late night

Chung-Myung left the room with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. The lights were still lit up in the forebears.

"Well."

Chung-Myung, who was looking around the bright area, turned away.

It's too bright here to drink comfortably.

His foot headed for the water. After a long walk through a thick field of reeds, I came to the riverside where few people could reach.

Shoot!

The river was rolling in and out. I'm stepping down.

Sitting in the right place, Chung-Myung drank in his hand.

"Well."

After a while, Chung-Myung's face, which laid down the bottle a little rough, was subtly twisted.

As I lay down on my bed, I could see the moon rising between Korea and China in the night sky.

I don't know.

Things are going well. Hwasan has gained fame, gained merit, and gained justification. Through what's happening in the Janggang River, the Heavenly Union will surely take its place.

What would have taken at least another decade was done in a month.

So you have to be happy. It's something that Chung-Myung didn't want.

But…….

"It's frustrating.

Somehow I felt like I had a rock in the corner of my chest.

Are you afraid of what Jang Nilso is doing in Gangnam?

No, it's not like that.

I couldn't understand the cause myself. This unprovoked sense of tightness does not go away since Jang Nilso joined the club.

I can't explain...….

"Black?"

"Argh!"

Surprised, Chung-Myung rolled around, got out of the spot, and rose violently.

“…….”

"Oh, my God! You scared me! Are you a ghost? Huh? Am I a ghost?

"…Black?"

Yoo-Esul, who came close before he knew it, was looking at him with a blank face.

No matter how vigilant you were, how you approached without a trace...…. Oh, right. He was always like this.

"What about the black?"

"Pick."

"Huh?"

Growl.

At that moment, Yoo-Esul slowly pulled out a plum sword at his waist and aimed at Chung-Myung.Chung-Myung frowned at the unexpected behavior.

"What are you doing?”

"Bimu."

"…with me?"

"Yes."

Yoo-Esul nodded firmly. Chung-Myung sighed deeply.

"I'm not in the mood right now, so I'll deal with you later. Today……."

It was just then.

Oh, my god!

An eerie sword spouted from the end of Yoo-Esul's sword. Without a moment of hesitation, the spilled sword brushed right next to Chung-Myung's face.

“…….”

Surprised Chung-Myung stole the cheek with a blank face. There was red blood on the tip of my finger.

"…accident?"

"Not twice."

“…….”

Chung-Myung laughed out loud, 'Ha!' Then, he slowly pulled out a female sword around his waist, slightly distorting his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not feeling very good right now.”

“…….”

"You'll have to be prepared to be scolded."

"You're arrogant."

Yoo-Esul's eyes are even colder.

"You're a quandary."

"Oh? Well, let's see how great an accident is...….”

Yoo-Esul stormed into the ground before Chung-Myung could finish his sentence.

Her eyes were spouting eerie cold flesh.