Chapter 110

Episode 110. There is no regret if you have enough.

Jungwon Sangbang is the most powerful Sangbang in Jeongju.

Of course, there are also a number of inn shops that they run directly.

As the name suggests, the midfield spot is above the midfield.

It is not so special that Lim Hae-soo, acting manager of the midfielder, visits this place. But today, he only had a companion named Baek Mi-joo.

As the acting chief, Hae-soo Lim and Mi-joo Baek were served a delicacy.

Im Hae-su picked up a bowl of gwantangpo (dumplings with soup) and placed it on an empty plate in front of Baekmiju.

“The star of this house. If you try the Mrs. Baek, you will fall in love with the taste.”

“Whoops. thank you.”

Baek Mi-joo tore the dumplings on the plate with chopsticks, and the broth gushed out.

“oh. It’s funny. It smells good.”

Baek Mi-joo put the dumpling filling in her mouth and mumbled.

A smile crept across Lim Hae-soo’s lips as he watched her.

Looking at her small, purring red lips, one part of her body tenses up. She has a charm that is difficult to describe other than her sexuality.

“I heard the good news. Have you made a new home in the palace? why didn’t you tell me? I just wanted to help in a small way.”

“I haven’t finished repairing the house yet. And I have already received enough help from the lessor. If it wasn’t for the landlord, I wouldn’t have even started.”

Baek Mi-joo was grateful to Im Hae-soo.

If he hadn’t told us about Paljuryeong, the reconstruction of Waryongjang would have been impossible.

“The funds were also borrowed from Baekjia?”

“At Baekjia, half of the rest was helped by Yang.”

“I guess so. Sheep heads aren’t the ones who help out for free. Are you okay?”

“Do you know what they might want?”

“I heard that disciples from sheep families are having a lot of difficulties lately. Since the head of the sheep family can’t do all the work on her own, she’ll ask Waryongjang for help.”

“If that’s the case, no problem. It’s something I’ve experienced enough in Luoyang anyway.”

“The situation will be different with Luoyang.”

“Is it different?”

“exactly. There are not one or two clans that are targeting Yang’s disciples. However, all of them are Safar, so their methods are cruel and vicious. By any chance, Waryongjang has experience fighting Sapa?”

“There’s nothing special about greening.”

“Compared to Sapa, Green Forest is pure. Sapa uh...”

Lim Hae-soo shook his head excitedly.

The midfielder has also fought Sapa several times in the past.

How was the result?

suffered terrible damage.

If it had not been requested for mediation by the ‘Sakpunghoe’, an alliance of Sapa in Jeongju, it would have surely collapsed. Of course, a huge amount of money was broken in the arbitration process.

The upper midfield was also at that level, so it was obvious without looking at what Waryongjang would be like.

“I’m a little concerned after hearing Lim Dae-in’s words.”

“If you ever need mediation later, please contact me. I will let go of the bridge.”

“thank you. There is no one I can trust but Lim Dae-in.”

Baek Mi-joo stretched out Seom-seom corn and spread it over Imhae-su’s thick back of hands.

There is a saying that times change in ten years.

Fourteen years ago, the age of six had changed beyond recognition.

But as an adult, Baek Mi-joo is different.

Moreover, since she was recognized by everyone else, her face was almost the same as it was fourteen years ago. Thanks to that, I recognized who she was as soon as I saw her.

My heart, which had been pounding like it was about to explode, subsided.

But like when I was six, I couldn’t figure out what to do.

Naturally, the conversation between Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong disappeared.

In the heavy silence, the conversation between the two middle-aged men and women was passed on to the two of them.

slurp. It’s chewy.

Heartache focused on eating in silence. pretended not to

‘Wife’, ‘Waryongjang’, and the firm expression of Yeonjeokha as if he had seen a ghost.

‘No way...’

Yeonjeokha frowned and nagged.

Heartache finally calmed down when Yeonjeokhe became more and more talkative. It was because he was so stiff that it was embarrassing to look at him just a moment ago.

The two of them came out after lunch, so they filled their stomachs with cooking rather than alcohol.

Perhaps because it was winter, we sat and chatted for about an hour (two hours), and the sun went down before we knew it.

As the sun went down, the vacant seventh floor began to fill up with guests little by little.

“Don’t you think you should look for an inn soon, Confucius?”

“It already happened.”

Yeonjeokha stood up without delay.

We had to hurry because it was difficult to get a good room the later we went.

As the two went towards the stairs, Bo-ok Jang and the courtesans rushed towards them.

“Ho-ho-ho! Are you guys leaving already? Did you have a good time?”

“How much?”

Jang Bo-ok covered his mouth with his hand and laughed at the question.

“Ho Ho. I heard that Mae-hyang taught me, but what else do you ask? It’s 40 hermits.”

“What nonsense? You didn’t even have courtesans with you, so you paid 40 nyang?”

“The price is already when you sit the children next to you...”

“Heung! dog sound! You are the one who sat down Tell me how much it costs for drinks and food.”

Heartache coldly interrupted the woman.

If I hadn’t had Yeonjeokha next to me, I would have punched him first, but my lips trembled as I forced myself to hold it in.

“Oh, come to expensive Giru and play well, why are you doing this? I can’t do it. Hurry up and bring the elder brothers of Tongcheonbang.”

Then, the gisaeng named Mae-hyang quickly disappeared.

As if this had not happened once or twice, there was no hesitation.

When other guests glanced at him, Yeon Jeok-ha, who felt sorry for nothing, stepped forward and tried to fix it.

“Hey, we don’t know the rules either, so let’s make some concessions to each other, right? I’ll pay half the cost of calling the courtesan. Isn’t that enough for the price of sitting down and getting up?”

Giru was the first to come up with a reasonable compromise. I believed that at that level, it would end quietly without further quarrels.

But that was just the wind of the year before.

Broadly speaking, there are two types of people in the world. ‘Weak to the weak and strong to the strong’, as opposed to ‘strong to the weak and weak to the strong’.

If Yeon Jeok-ha was the former, Jang Bo-ok, who only managed special guests on the seventh floor, was the latter.

Jang Bo-ok felt a sense of contempt when the boy, who seemed to be the old man’s master, bowed down and entered.

She mistakenly thought that the boy was afraid of ‘Tongcheonbang’. Even the warriors who used to make a fuss when they were drunk calmed down when they heard the sound of ‘Tongcheonbang’.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Jang Bo-ok’s face.

“Hey, young Confucius. The calculations must be accurate. If you don’t have money, you shouldn’t have set foot in such an expensive place. Didn’t it feel good to drink while looking down from the seventh floor? But it’s for people with money. Where are you guys without money?”

Then the gisaengs laughed and replied.

“It’s the bottom!”

“Did you hear? If you don’t have money, you can squat on the first floor and drink. People fit the fountain...”

“Hehehe. It must be that the four years old decided to die. How dare you make fun of your snout in front of Confucius!”

When swear words erupted from Heart Tong’s mouth, Jang Bo-ok hurriedly stepped back.

Just in time, Maehyang climbed the stairs with the warriors of Tongcheonbang.

Jang Bo-ok, who had stepped back in surprise, made a fuss.

“oh! Brothers, why are you coming now! They told me to pay for the alcohol, so they said they would kill me...”

Musa raised his hand as if to say ‘Stop it’ and then said to Simtong.

“I am Yang Jin-saeng of Tongcheonbang. This place is managed by Tongcheonbang, so let’s pay quietly and go.”

While talking, Yang Jin-saeng secretly examined the armaments of the old man and the boy.

Belatedly checking the yuyeopdo and the old-fashioned sword, he diligently shook his head.

‘Who are the old men and boys in Jeongju who use red yuyeopdo and swords?’

I thought of the top masters of Jeong-ju, but there was no such person.

That’s it.

It was when Yang Jin-saeng was feeling relieved.

“Kiki kick.”

Yang Jin-saeng’s eyes turned to the old man’s side at the slightly twisted, frivolous laugh.

The boy lowered his head and forced a laugh out of him.