Chapter 112

Episode 112. We don’t talk about work when we’re drinking.

Jeongju.

Jeongju First Lu.

late night.

A worker at Jeongju First Lu moved the water jar to the sixth floor and returned.

After a while, Jang Bo-ok, the owner of the giru, appeared waving both arms. He didn’t have the confidence to carry it from the first floor, so he entrusted it to someone else until the sixth floor.

She climbed the stairs carrying a large water jug.

He hoped it would look like he had brought it himself from the first floor.

“omg! omg!”

Jang Bo-ok climbed the three steps, put down the water jar, and rested. I brought courtesans back and forth, but my body couldn’t stand it because I didn’t do hard work.

“ha! What are you doing...”

A sigh escaped from his mouth.

It started because I couldn’t just stand by after seeing the Tongcheonbang warriors suffer. It’s crazy no matter how you think about it, but you had to be prepared.

Jang Bo-ok got up again, hugged the water jar with both arms, and climbed the stairs whimpering.

She barely made it to the seventh floor, wiping the sweat from her brow with an exaggerated gesture. Of course, it was to let them know that they had come through hardships to bring a water jug.

Still, he didn’t sound sick.

Anyone who saw twenty-five samurai squatting in the corner would do that.

At that time, Gu Cheonno Do Simtong, who was sitting on a chair and receiving a massage from the warriors of Tongcheonbang, met Jang Book’s eyes.

At that moment, with a sad face, he said ‘heung’ and blew a cynic.

He thought that since she had ridiculed the younger enemy, it was cheaper to suffer worse than that.

Jang Bo-ok knew that the old man was a fearsome master, so he lowered his eyes. And I moved diligently, fearing that I would get caught again.

“I brought the warm water you said.”

“Madame.”

“I’m not an ajumma...”

“Aunt? aunt? aunt? Or...”

“Just make me a lady.”

Jang Bo-ok gave up listening to his sister’s voice from this scary boy. As he continued to do more, the sound of his grandmother seemed to come out of his mouth.

‘Well, I think I’m going to be a son’s age, but I’m going to have a good time...’

While thinking about that, she was startled.

That bastard is messing with the business, but he cares about the wrong title!

I was proud of myself because I seemed to have quickly adapted to reality, but I felt something bitter about it.

“Do you have kids?”

“One son and one daughter.”

Jang Bo-ok glanced at the boy with anxious eyes.

He was afraid that he would be angry with his family because of this.

“How old are you?”

“My daughter is thirteen and my son is ten.”

“Grow well.”

“yes? Yes...”

She lowered her eyes with the most pitiful expression.

And inwardly, he wished that his attention would be diverted from his family.

It seems that the earnest wind came through.

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 dry that he couldn’t speak.

Jang Bo-ok, who had been hesitant, whimpered and moved the water bottle to the entrance of the stairs and straightened his back for a while.

It was a busy time, but there was only one seat in the corner on the seventh floor.

Three middle-aged men who appear to be merchants and three courtesans.

He seemed to remain curious as he whispered and looked at the boy and the old man.

On the other hand, Jang Bo-ok had been unable to control his thumping chest.

As I moved back and forth around the table out of curiosity, little by little I heard their stories.

If you don’t know the meaning of ‘general manager’ and ‘general patrol’ in 20 years of being a wine merchant in Zhengzhou, you will die. In addition, a little while ago, it was even called ‘the blessing of greenery’.

The old man of Shinseonpung who came later was obviously Pacheonma-gun, the owner of Green Forest 72 Chae.

At first, I thought Goatbeard’s hard work was a total patrol.

However, when I heard Pacheonma-kun’s words, a young man who had not yet taken off his youth was a general patrol.

‘omg! Was that guy a gun patrol?’

If it’s the green forest’s general patrol, it’s the second place right after the head of the household.

My knees suddenly trembled at the thought of mocking such a person. This is because they know that green forests consider human lives like flies.

As the dizziness set in, Jang Bo-ok leaned lightly on the wall of the base and settled on the center.

At that time, a group of Murim people rushed up the stairs.

They approached, shaking their black-edged swords in a daunting way.

‘Oh, no. You guys.’

I guess everything is relative. In the eyes of Jang Bo-ok, the warriors of Tongcheonbang looked like ordinary men.

***

The new type Hana, who escaped from Jeongju First Lu, ran like crazy through the night streets. However, as if he was someone who did not know martial arts, he ran pathetically hard.

After a while, he jumped into an inn run by the Sapa Union’s Sakpunghoe.

As the shopkeepers looked at them with startled eyes, the man threw his hands together and shouted.

“omg! omg! Mr. Hoe! Lord!”

One of the jeomsoi led the man to the room used by the owner of Sakpunghoe.

Sakpunghoe Hoiju Cheonju Demon Sword Hansang, who was consonant alone, turned his head.

“What’s going on?”

“That’s the guy who helps out with chores at Jeongju First Lu.”

“however?”

“Our master told us to go here and meet Lord Hoe.”

“Ugh. what brings you here?”

Hansang was a little frustrated, but he didn’t rush.

There weren’t many people around him who spoke well, so he was used to it.

“On the 7th floor of Giru, the elder Sakpunghoe and the ark of Tongcheonbang attacked the lord of the green forest and got a harpoon.”

Hansang, shocked at the moment, let out a roar.

“hey! this! It’s a dog! What if I say that now!”

***

Jeongju Jeilru.

Han-sang, who ran to this place in a month, hurriedly ran up the stairs.

Udangtang. thump.

He was so impatient that the railing of the stairs in his grasp burst open.

Han Sang was a follower of Pacheonmagun even before he became the head of Sakpunghoe. So, whenever I heard a rumor that ‘Pacheonma-kun was floating somewhere’, I ran to it.

The effort was not in vain, so one day I even saw his face from a distance. For Han Sang, that day is remembered as a chance of a lifetime.

‘But what? Sakpunghoe elder and Tongcheonbang ark attack him? These crazy bastards are going to die!’

Han Sang gnashed his teeth and climbed the stairs as if he was about to fly.

After a while, a gasp escaped from his mouth on the seventh floor.

“Ouch!”

He cursed his own harsh fate.

Even the sky is indifferent. Why did this happen!

Under the buttocks of Pacheonma-gun, the owner of Green Forest, and the young man, there was an astronomical light called Sakpunghoe elder Amyeonggwisal Lim Tae-geun and Tongcheonbang Ark Talmyungsu.

“Uh heh heh! Pacheon Demon-kun!”

Han Sang cried out and ran toward Seomuhae.

Seokmuhae and Yeonjeokha saw an old man running away crying with sad eyes.

When Han Sang arrived in front of Seokmuhae, he bowed in succession as he did to his ancestors. To him, today was the most rewarding day of his birth even though he was sad.