107 Reading books gives you more experience! 107

How long has it been since the bus left Cheongseowon again, the principal got up from his seat and looked back.

Adults looked at him at the sight of the principal.

"I want to buy Cheongseowon."

The adults looked at him in wonder at the principal's words. Then Moon Jae-chul shook his head.

"I know what you mean, but it's not a problem to live, it's going to be hard to maintain."

"That doesn't make Cheongseowon a resort, does it? I'd like to buy Cheongseowon and leave it as it is because Myungin wants to move to Seoul.”

"I'll have to think about the amount, but it'll cost me money to keep it. Isn't it because the master's thought of selling Cheongseowon is too much to cover the maintenance costs?"

"There must be people who help you because you have a will."

Moon Jae-chul laughed at the principal's words.

"Looking at this, he doesn't want to take responsibility alone."

"If I'm the only one who cares about Cheongseowon, I'll take responsibility alone.”

Moon Jae-chul was fed up with the principal's words.

"If I don't pay, I'll be the bad guy.”

"It's not difficult if we help each other."

Moon Jae-chul's words were greeted with nods from the elders of the Moon Bang-woo. Jong-seok, who was looking at such adults, said softly.

"If you're going to do it, why don't you make it big?"

Moon Jae-chul looked at Jong-seok's words.

"If we're going to have a big fight, are we going to gather more people besides us?”

"Yes."

"How do you mean?"

"If Moon Bang-woo's roots are Cheongseo-won, there are other branches."

"You mean other meetings.”

"Seoye is a learning and mind-building discipline, so I think they have no different feelings about Cheongseowon than adults. So I think it's right to give them a chance, not a responsibility."

Moon Jae-chul smiled at Jong-seok's words.

"It's not a responsibility, it's an opportunity, that's a good word."

Now in one part of Moon Jae-chul's mind, he was feeling the weight of responsibility.

Buying a Cheongseowon was not an end to paying once. Right now, Cheongseowon is not a place to produce money but to consume money, so it will cost money to maintain it.

That's why I felt responsible, and Jong-seok asked me to give others a chance, not a responsibility.

'You learn from Mr. Lee.'

Mumbling inwardly, Moon Jae-chul opened his mouth.

"Then let's all make a phone call to acquaintances after a long time. I'll call Rep. Huh Pyung-ji."

When Moon Jae-chul took out his cell phone, other adults began to call the calligraphers he knew.

Seeing it, the principal also began to call people.

Listening to the elderly talking on the phone with their acquaintances, Jong-seok opened the envelope.

Then I looked at the 'Ugongsan Mountain' written in the envelope.

'Ugongsan, .'·'

Jong-seok looked at the principal next to him while he was reading the article on Wugongsan Mountain for a while.

The principal was trying to call someone else after finishing the phone call with an acquaintance on Jeju Island.

"Principal, sir."

"Huh?"

At Jong-seok's call, the principal turned his head, and when he saw the writing on the paper he was holding, he was amazed.

"Can I see you for a moment?"

Jong-seok thrust out a message at the principal's words.

"Hmm, no technique, but I can feel the weight."

The principal, who was listening to the article, asked Jong-seok.

"But I don't think it's Mr. Lee's handwriting. Whose is it? It hasn't been long since it's been used, given the subtle scent of muk."

"It's Mr. Yoo's writing."

"Yu? Did you write this?"

"Have you never seen Mr. Yoo writing?”

"I saw him wait by my teacher's side, but I didn't see him writing. By the way, your handwriting is amazing."

Jong-seok nodded as he watched the writing with surprised eyes.

"You've spent your entire life in Cheongseo-won, so it's no wonder you're a master.”

"That's true, too.”

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw the principal nodding his head.

"So, why don't you leave it to Mr. Yoo to manage the Cheongseowon?”

"Your Highness?"

"Yes, you would know every single stone in Cheongseowon. Besides, you are good at calligraphy, so you won't have to take care of yourself.”

At Jong-seok's words, the principal nodded as if he had a point.

"I see. I'll leave it to you and Cheongseowon will be back.”

"Not knowing."

When the principal saw him, Jong-seok said.

"It'll go back to the money that Moon Bang-woo and many other adults have provided.”

"That's true, that's right.”

"I think we can make Cheongseowon run in a short period of time in this way, but over time we'll have problems again."

"What problem do you mean?"

"Now is the time to respond to such words as tradition, history, and the spirit of the scholar. I know you're thinking about it, but if your money keeps slipping away, who's going to like it?"

The principal nodded at Jong-seok's remark. There was a point.

"You mean you have to fill up the bottomless pit?”

"For example. Now, even though you know you're going to lose money, you're making investments to continue the tradition of Cheongseowon, but you can't do that forever. We need to come up with a self-help plan to be independent of Cheongseowon alone."

"How can I do that?"

Jong-seok shook his head at the principal's words.

"You should think about that from now on.”

Then Jong-seok looked out the window and was lost in thought.

'Cheongseowon, where tradition and calligraphy live, how can we rescue this place?’

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, smiled.

'This time, 119 calligraphy, or traditional rescue team?'

Since there is no law that only restaurants should be rescued, Jongseok was planning to save Cheongseowon this time.

It's a traditional culture that disappears one by one, but I don't want to lose the space of the culture of calligraphy that I like.

***

For several days, Jong-seok investigated what was about Cheongseo-won and wondered how to commercialize calligraphy.

But there was no suitable alternative.

In any case, when Jongseok sought Cheongseowon's self-rescue plan, the elders actively met with people and contacted them.

And most people agreed to the wishes of the elders, and things began to go on soon.

And while Jong-seok was thinking about Cheongseo-won, time went by and it became the day of the Entertainment Awards.

***

When Jong-seok in a tuxedo was holding the fit of his clothes, Lee An-na said.

"I got something on my butt.”

"Huh?"

At Ianna's words, Jong-seok looked at his butt in the mirror and shook it off with his hands.

"I sat on the stairs earlier, and it must have been buried."

"Who sits anywhere in a suit?”

"What do you say?"

Then Jong-seok showed his butt in the mirror and shook off the dust.

"How's China?"

"What?"

"Is it dangerous to travel alone in China?"

"Why go to China?"

"Well, I'd like to go there in the summer."

Jong-seok was going to go to China during the summer vacation to find out about his experience books.

I will visit Mudangsan Mountain, where the academy was, and Sacheonseong Fortress, where the lawmaker was active.

"Alone?"

"Yes. Is it dangerous?"

When asked by Jong-seok, Ianna looked at him and said,

"The city side would be dangerous."

"What about the bones?"

"There are many places in the 70s in Korea, so it's not that dangerous. I have affection. But cities are dangerous."

"Really?"

"When you go to the city, there are people who pick up cans and bottles right away. Unless it's real trash, people pick up all the dirty stuff.”

Along with the horse, Ianna told me a story she had been through.

When she went to China for a competition in China, she reportedly went to downtown Beijing for sightseeing with her teammates.

But I saw a pair of red shoes abandoned in an alley.

So as soon as she was about to do something, the guide hurried to stop her.

If there's something expensive and looking good on the street, never go near it.

When asked why, the guide told him not to just go because it was dangerous.

I didn't hear the details from the guide, but it was a creepy experience when I thought about it later.

Where you pick up all the cans and bottles, you only have one pair of red shoes.

Jong-seok, who was listening to Lee An-na, asked surprisedly.

"Is it human trafficking?"

"It could have been the person who was kidnapped who struggled and fell, it could have been luring him to kidnap, ··, or the guide didn't tell me in detail, but it was so scary anyway. So be careful if you're going to China."

Lee An-na speaking informally, but the voice contained concern.

"Are you worried about me?”

"Are you a fool?"

Swing!

Kang Sung-soo said when he was looking at Ianna, who turned around and went to the mirror to look at her makeup.

"Let's go, boys."

"What about Oh Jung-jin?"

"Jeong-jin is on her way back from her schedule now. I'm coming to the awards table right away. Let's go."

After taking a deep breath at Kang Sung-soo's words, Jong-seok raised his arm toward Ianna.

"Lady."

"쯥!"

Ianna, who had her tongue tied to Jong-seok's horse, put her arms in his arms and moved her steps.

'Cause it's the shoot.’

Escorting Lee An-na, muttering inside, Jong-seok entered the entertainment award ceremony.

"Now, let's announce the Best Couple Award. Best Couple Award! It's Chef Lee Jong-seok and Chef Ianna of 119 Food Rescue."

Jong-seok and Lee An-na, who won the Best Couple Award with applause from people, thanked them and came down from the stage.

"Congratulations."

When Kang Seong-su said, Jong-seok smiled and raised the statue and sat down.

"But it's been a long time?"

"It's scheduled for about three hours. I think it's about half past it now."

Along with Kang Sung-soo's words, filming stopped with a comment announcing that some of the scenes were over.

When the shooting stopped, Jong-seok stretched. I was tired because the shooting lasted about an hour and a half.

It was a live broadcast, and I was more tired than usual because I was always nervous when I was caught on camera.

Seeing Jong-seok twisting around, Lee Anna slowly walked to another table with her cell phone.

"Hey, I'm a fan. May I take a picture?”

"I'm a fan of Chef Ian. Then shall we take it together?"

Jong-seok rose to his feet when he saw Lee An-na taking a commemorative photo with celebrities.

"Where are you going?"

"Toilet. Would you like to come with me?”

"I'm fine."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Kang Sung-soo, took his cell phone and walked to the bathroom.

A handsome man talked to Jong-seok when he came out of the bathroom.

"Chef Lee Jong-seok."

"Uh! It's Kim Bin, · 씨 씨."

Kim Bin, a Hallyu star who hit the jackpot last year with a drama called "Full of the Sun" and a top star who proved his name value with "If You Love You" this year.

"Phew! Fortunately, you know me."

"There is no one in Korea who doesn't know Kim Bin. Oh! May I have a picture, please? My girlfriend is a fan of Kim Bin.”

"Is it not Jong-seok?"

"No, I'm a fan, too."

When Kim Bin came up and posed, Jong-seok took a picture with his cell phone.

Click! Click!

Jong-seok, who took a few more pictures, looked at Kim Bin.

"But you don't appear on entertainment shows. Are you at the awards ceremony today?”

"I did make a special appearance once.”

"I see."

While saying so, Jong-seok wondered. Kim Bin is a leading figure in the Korean Wave, which is gaining huge popularity not only in Korea but also in Japan and China.

I can't believe he came to an entertainment show just because he made a special appearance.

You'll be busy at the end of the year.’

When he thought of that, Kim Bin opened his mouth.

"In fact, I'm here today because I want to meet Chef Lee Jong-seok."

"Me?"

"Food is a memory. Do you remember this saying?"

"Food is a memory, I think I said this at a soybean paste stew store."

"You remember.”

"It's what I said, and it's kind of cool."

Kim Bin nodded and opened his mouth.

"Can you make me some food from my memory?"

"Food in the memory? What kind of food is it?”

"It's kimchi stew, but I don't know what it's made with."

"Who made it for you?”

Kim Bin hesitated for a moment to ask Jong-seok's question before opening his mouth.

"That's a little hard to say."

"Then when did you eat?”

"About four years ago."

"It wasn't long ago.

"It's the food I used to eat when I didn't have money, and I've been thinking about it a lot lately. So I've been to many good Kimchi stew restaurants, but it's hard to find one that tastes like that."

"I think I can make something if you tell me in detail."

Kim Bin looked around and began to talk with him as he moved his steps.

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