Chapter 55

Episode 55. The fate of the abandoned mine, no evil connection (1)

Tingtti tting ttingttiiiing.....

The moment the sound trembled, a snoring sound came from Hwa-seon’s mouth.

“Ah, Senator. If you do this, I won’t be able to ride the Gojaeng.”

Congressman Song’s hand was between the front of Hwa-seon, who was twisting his body, and was rubbing his chest.

“Huh, just stay there and see. Aren’t I examining you right now?”

“Eh~ I see.”

Hwaseon let out a short sigh and started plucking the strings again.

Hwa-seon was annoyed, but he couldn’t bear to speak anymore and expressed his feelings by plucking the string at will.

Then she put her mouth on Congressman Song’s ear and blew hot breath and whispered softly.

“You bitch, don’t be annoyed and know it as an honor. The hand that is examining you right now is the hand of the top doctor, Cho-hyeon.”

As soon as the word “Chief Councilman” came out of Songrim’s mouth, Hwaseon thought of giving it a twist.

“Ahhhh, sir. Did you hear the news?”

“You have to tell me what news I am talking about.”

“You mean the rank of joiner in the military.”

“Chief Joe, that ignorant bastard.”

“yes! Did something happen with Professor Joe?”

“He is the one who grabbed my brother’s tetanus by the collar because I couldn’t cure it. He’s a very good-looking guy. But why are you suddenly mentioning that bastard?”

“That bastard, Lieutenant Joe, also got tetanus a while ago.”

“haha! okay? That’s great. He’ll call me soon, but I shouldn’t go with the excuse that I’m busy.”

“Maybe they won’t call the senator.”

“You got tetanus and you didn’t call me? It seems you don’t know yet because you’re cloth. Tetanus is a fatal disease. Even though my older brother, Jo Sung, died from tetanus, there is no one to call but me.”

“There are other legislators, too.”

“Another legislator. Do you think they can cure tetanus?”

“No, that’s not it. A few days ago, there was a rumor that a painter had already fixed the position.”

“huh? What kind of dog bone are you talking about? Do you cure tetanus? Didn’t you say it was my incurable disease? Not to fix it, but to cut off an arm or leg, that is, the injured part... Ah! Did that guy called the fireman cut off his leg and treated it? It’s a pretty good shape. But who is the painter? It’s the first time I’ve heard of such a member.”

“They say he is the third Confucius of the painter.”

“A painter? Where is it? ah! Wasn’t it ruined there? But what about the third one there? Now, it seems that dogs and cows are all members of the council and are stepping out. It’s obviously nonsense. Cutting off an arm or a leg is not something you can do by pretending to be a member of parliament.”

“You don’t know me? But I heard it clearly a few days ago. That Professor Jo was treated by that fireman.”

“Ugh! Aren’t you telling me that’s bullshit?”

“I also think it makes no sense, but there are not only two people who say that.”

“Tsk tsk, that fireman is going to make a big deal out of it. He will probably decide to pretend to be a member of parliament and spread rumors.”

“But when such rumors come out, they can get into the ears of Lieutenant Jo, the person involved. If Lieutenant Jo had heard the rumors, would you leave a man named Fireman alone?”

stop.

As soon as Hwa-seon finished speaking, Congressman Song’s hand, which was rubbing her breasts, stopped moving.

After a while, as if the excitement had cooled, he withdrew his hand from her front shelf, picked up a glass, and drank at once.

“Listening to what you said, it seems a little strange.”

“Yes. Then, did the painter really cure Lieutenant Joe’s tetanus?”

“Oh, this bitch! Tetanus is not a disease that can be cured.”

“Is that a rumor then?”

“It’s a rumor, but I’ll have to check it out. The drink was empty. What are you doing?”

“ah! yes.”

Congressman Song couldn’t hide his annoyed expression while receiving her alcohol.

‘Fabura.... I think I’ve heard of it sometime. This is quite nerve-wracking.’

Rep. Song did not even remember that Lieutenant Jo brought the fireman when he was treating Cho.

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“By the way... Congressman Hwa is a member of the council, so why are you wearing a knife?”

Pyochung’s expression as he asked the question was very polite, unlike the first time.

It was as if he was treating his master who taught him the art of field farming.

“Oh is this? I was almost killed by bandits a few times. The first time I didn’t have a knife, I died... no, I almost died, and the second time I had a knife, so I was able to defeat the bandit with only a cut in my thigh. That’s why I always wear a knife when I go to visits.”

“ah! Well, the world is so ugly these days, it would be good to wear a knife.”

Pyo-chung knew the situation of the painter, so he guessed that the painter would not be able to use a person with excellent martial arts as a servant.

The fireman turned his head slightly and looked at the swords and spears lined up in the arsenal.

“I was lucky enough to cure Lieutenant Jo’s illness, but I’m not a great doctor. In fact, I haven’t even been to medical school yet.”

“What’s the point of medicine? Even among the martial artists, there are many masters of early night who have not seen Mugwa. In any case, if any of our cavalry members are injured in the future, we will send them to the congressman, so please take good care of us.”

“Ah yes. Send it to me and I will treat you wholeheartedly.”

“uh?”

Song Jong-pan of the songga troupe took an interest immediately when the officers made a fuss, but when he found the fireman, he put on a puzzled expression.

‘The author is that young congressman at the time. Wasn’t he a painter? To a family member who is all going to ruin... Why are the military officers so welcoming? Besides, why is Pyochung, the chief of the great field, standing close to the author?’

Among the groups who wanted to deliver charcoal to the all-nighters, the Songa corps was also included.

Since supplying goods to the military is a large-scale task, most of the merchants were present, and Song Jong-pan, along with his father and two older brothers, participated in the competition with some items such as charcoal and military rice.

“Why?”

“There is someone I know.”

When Song Jong-pan pointed at the fireman among the officers, his father Song Jong-do and his two older brothers looked in that direction.

They too were able to find the fireman right away.

Even to them, the fireman was overly welcomed by the military officers.

“Are you talking about that Confucian student with a knife over there?”

“yes.”

“What are you doing?”

“I am the third Confucius of the painter.”

“ah? That... a painter in decline.”

“yes.”

“Hmm~ Do you know each other well?”

“I don’t know, but I know you. I’ll go and say hello.”

“Yes.”

As Song Jong-pan walked towards the fireman’s location, Song Jong-do and his two older brothers tilted their heads.

“I’m from a family that is going down, so why are the military officers so welcoming?”

“In addition, it seems that you have a special relationship with the great field manager.”

“If there is something, it must be welcome. The youngest is gone, so I’ll find out who’s with you soon.”

The expressions of the two older brothers were trembling, but Song Jong-do’s expression was slightly full of anticipation.

In fact, the more people you know or have a close relationship with, the more people you know, the better.

If the youngest son was friendly with the fireman, whom the officers welcomed away, it could be expected that the outcome of today’s contest would be good.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Chief Dae.”

When Song Jong-pan pretended to be ignorant, Pyo-chung turned his head, recognized the other person, and greeted them together.

“Ah, it seems that the Songa guild also participated in this competition.”

“yes.”

“Seeing that you are ignoring me, is charcoal also included in the competition?”

“Haha, you are quick-witted. I met a good charcoal kiln some time ago.”

“I can be sure that the charcoal is good by looking at it.”

“I am sure you will be satisfied. Anyway, it’s been a while since Mr. Hwa Gong. How have you been?”

Song Jong-pan did not know about the fireman next to Pyochung.

When he came to rent the abandoned mine to him, he had called the rental price high, but he did not think that the fireman would feel bad for him about it.

In any case, he thought he had offered a reasonable price at the time.

“Thanks to you, I am doing well.”

“uh! How does Gongja Song know Congressman Hwa?”

“Ah, Sangdeok was injured by my mistake in the past, and the chemist was in the same place and treated Sangdeok. That’s how I found out.”

“Oh yeah.”

Song Jong-pan said it was no big deal, but Pyo-chung made a puzzled expression when he saw the painter’s trembling expression.

“Daeyajangnim, how are you today? Your face looks very bright.”

At that time, people from the other upper ranks pretended to be ignorant and intervened between Song Jong-pan and Pyochung.

“Chief Kang is here too?”

“It’s an opportunity for military service that comes only once a year, so of course you have to come. By the way, the other day, I sent precious medicines for the great man’s body, but why did you refuse?”

“Oh, I...”

Song Jong-pan was displeased with Governor Kang who suddenly intervened, but it was difficult to blame because they were all in the same situation. The fireman also stepped back to make it easier for the two of them to have a conversation.

“Mr. Hwa said he was thinking about renting an abandoned mine at that time, but he hasn’t said anything since. Have you thought about it?”

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