231 Reading books gives you more experience! 231

Since Jong-seok started receiving hair loss treatment, Kim Man-bok has always come to see the doctor at the end of the treatment.

There is too much work to do to come at work, and the waiting time is too long to come halfway.

So I send someone around 3 to make a reservation and get the last treatment at 5.

It took a while for someone else to make a proxy reservation, but Jong-seok was not cutting in the middle, so that was an exception.

Today, I looked at Jongseok's hair as I watched Kim Man-bok enter the last medical treatment session.

Kim Man-bok had a bright complexion after he decided not long ago to shave his head for workers at small and medium-sized enterprises in Gangwon Province.

"You have a bright complexion."

Kim Man-bok smiled and stroked his head at Jong-seok's words. His hair was seen as that of a typical bald or monk.

Sweep! Sweep!

Kim Man-bok opened his mouth, stroking his head with his hands.

"I used to hide the fact that I had lost my hair, but... It's very comfortable to shave my head like this."

Kim Man-bok, who was touching his hair, laughed.

"How much weight does your hair weigh? It's comfortable, it's comfortable, and that's why the monks cut their hair."

Jong-seok smiled at Kim Man-bok, who smiled with a happy face.

"You seem to have come to some kind of unknowable realization."

"Wake up... "I guess so."

Then Kim Man-bok smiled and said to Jong-seok,

"Isn't that strange?"

"What do you mean?"

"A bald man in a suit is called a monk, while a bald man in a robin is called a monk. You have to change the title according to the person, but when you wear it, the title changes... I don't know if clothes are the main or people are the main."

Jong-seok laughed at Kim Man-bok's words.

"I'm not sure you're going to get married."

"Go away... Whoo! I still have work to do in the world, so I don't think I can."

Jong-seok nodded at Kim Man-bok, who smiled pleasantly.

"You must be relieved to put down what you have put down, if not to the fullest."

The person who wore a wig and cared about hair loss to the point of not telling people around him or her, is relieved when he or she pushes his or her hair away.

You don't have to worry about what other people will do if they know about hair loss anymore.

Jong-seok stood up and looked at Kim Man-bok's head with his hands and said,

"The heat has subsided a lot."

"Then when does your hair start?"

"Diminishing heat doesn't mean your hair is straight. It's only a small amount of normal hair growing a day."

"Well, that's true, too.

"When you get some nutrition after treatment, you'll start coming out like a fluff."

'Environmental care?'

"Eat a lot of black beans that are good for your hair."

"If I get a headache, I'll have a sack of black beans."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Kim Man-bok's words, took him to the treatment room and began to drool.

"Hey, can you take care of my brothers?"

"Did your brothers lose a lot of hair, too?"

"The youngest is showing signs of... The second one is missing a little bit."

"Tell him to come and see me when he has time. The health center is a place where anyone living in Korea can be treated."

"Okay."

When Jong-seok, who had finished acupuncture, went to look after the patients, the patients next to Kim Man-bok talked to him.

"Isn't that your county chief?"

"Oh, yes, hello."

"But what's wrong with the governor?"

At the patient's words, Kim Man-bok unconsciously took his hand to his head, thought of saliva, and lowered his hand.

"I've been having a bad headache lately."

"That's why you put saliva on your head."

Kim Man-bok, who smiled awkwardly at the patient's words, opened his mouth.

"How's it going with living these days?"

"It's our life. It's always the same."

"If you want anything from the military, please tell me. I'll listen and refer to it."

Jong-seok nodded at the sight of Kim Man-bok communicating with citizens even while lying in bed.

'He's a good politician, except he cares about his hair loss. Well, there won't be any more serious concerns than hair loss. Maybe this is normal?'

Thinking like that, Jong-seok began to examine the conditions of other patients.

***

Jong-seok was driving on the road.

Vroom! Vroom!

While driving quietly on the road, Jong-seok stopped when he arrived at his destination.

Jongseok, who arrived at the traditional village after a long time, soon entered the Confucian academy. Traditional seowon has been quiet but steadily growing.

There were still many tourists, including Chinese and Japanese, and many were coming from middle and high schools connected by the principal for field trips and field trips.

So now I've grown to be self-sufficient?

Anyway, when I entered the traditional seowon, the guide at the entrance greeted me warmly.

"0| Are you here, sir?"

The people of the traditional Confucian academy also named Jongseok Mr. Lee.

"Hello. Are the grown-ups from the stationery store here?"

"You haven't arrived yet. Please come in."

Jong-seok lowered his head to the guide's words and asked,°

"I hear you're here."

"He's cleaning the garden."

"Cleaning the garden?"

"You keep saying you like working even if you ask me to rest. You're old, too."

Jong-seok nodded at the guide's words and entered the traditional Seowon.

Rest... you're still working.

Elder Yoo was referring to Yoo Young-shin. Yoo Young-shin, who followed Hwang Myung-in to Seoul, was helping him build Cheongseowon next to him.

But now I am 100 years old, so I had a hard time living in the city.

Hwang Myung-in asked the principal to set up a seat at a traditional Confucian academy.

At first, Hwang Myeong-in persuaded Yoo Young-shin not to go and sent him to a traditional Confucian academy.

It would be more convenient for Yoo Young-shin to stay in his hometown of Traditional Seowon than in Seoul.

Instead, Hwang Myung-in came to the traditional seowon once a week to see him.

Entering the traditional Confucian academy, Jongseok moved toward the garden and saw foreign tourists walking.

Walking past such tourists, Jong-seok was soon able to see Yoo Young-shin picking up trash from one side.

"senior"

Yoo Young-shin looked up at Jong-seok's words and saw him, and a welcome came to his face.

"Hello, Master."

"I heard you're not feeling well."

"What can I do because he's old? It's healthy to walk at this age."

Jong-seok nodded at Yoo Young-shin. In fact, Yoo Young-shin was very healthy for his age.

When we first met, we were over 90 years old, and now we are over 100 years old.

As he said, he should have been considered healthy enough to walk on his own feet.

"But you should rest. Are you still working?"

"When you play, you get sicker. It's best to work in moderation, rest in moderation, and sleep in moderation for a person to be healthy."

Jong-seok smiled and nodded at Yoo Young-shin.

"That's absolutely right. People get sick whenever they play. Moderate is the best for everything. Confucius thought moderation was important."

Yoo Young-shin nodded at Jong-seok's words and said,

"I should have served you a cup of tea, but I have to clean up here now..."

Looking at Yoo Young-shin with a puzzled face, Jong-seok grabbed the cleaning tool he was holding.

"Then we could get a cup of tea faster if we could do it together."

"How do you do this? I'll do it."

"What's wrong with cleaning? It's a great thing to keep people watching clean."

"That's true, but..."

"Let's do it together."

Then, when Jong-seok grabbed the cleaning tool and cleaned it, Yoo Young-shin saw it and started cleaning together.

After finishing cleaning, Jong-seok headed for his meadow with Yoo Young-shin. Jong-seok looked around the room, waiting for Yoo Young-shin to bring out the car.

Jong-seok felt at ease when he saw the room that had not changed much since he came here before.

"The world changes, but the time here doesn't seem to change."

While Jong-seok was sitting with that thought, Yoo Young-shin brought his car in.

"You've been waiting."

"You wouldn't tell me to speak comfortably, would you?""

"I'm comfortable with this."

When Yoo Young-shin said, Jong-seok smiled, nodded and drank tea.

Then Jong-seok said.

"I'll give you a vein."

"I've been feeling sick lately. Thank you."

Yoo Young-shin reached out his hand without refusing. If you don't know how Jong-seok came to you, or if you refuse, it's also a refusal.

Jong-seok, who grabbed Yoo Young-shin's wrist, nodded while having a vein.

"You're healthy."

"Right."

"But you're old, so you've lost a lot of energy."

"Because he's old."

"Take the medicine I send you."

"Of course."

Jong-seok was lost in thought for a moment when Yoo Young-shin opened the drawer and took out the body.

You're not taking any medicine?'

The drug may not be properly absorbed because it is too old.

'Then I'll take the medicine a little stronger... No, it can be bad for you if you're old enough to take good care of yourself.'

Jong-seok thought of the medicines that fit Yoo Young-shin.

But nothing came to mind.

No, but I could put as much strain on my body as the effect of boosting my energy.

And the Bosindan was best not to strain.

Jong-seok told Yoo Young-shin to take medicine well and began to massage his body.

***

After a long time, Moon Bang-woo and Jong-seok were talking about their regards at the traditional Confucian academy.

"Principal, you're a farmer."

"This is what it looks like to retire and farm in the countryside."

The principal retired a few years ago and was returning to his hometown to do a small orchard.

Maybe that's why the principal looked like a heavenly farmer because of his burning skin.

"I've been to an orchard in Songhak before, and I've planted apples and pears evenly, so it's nice to see. Let's go together in the fall."

"Let's do that. It would be nice to go pick some fruits, grill some meat, and spend some time writing."

"I'll grill the meat."

"Do it."

Jong-seok, who was talking to the adults, suddenly tilted his head as he looked at them.

"But are you late, Geo-"

There was no sign of an adult, Keoam Kang-jae. The principal smiled and said to Jong-seok's question.

"He's in the Department of Defense now."

"Ministry of National Defense?"

"I'm busy these days serving as a project advisor. It's like I'm back on active duty."

"Why the retiree in the Pentagon?"

"He doesn't tell me in detail that it's classified. He liked it anyway."

"What I haven't seen is this rest, but I'm glad you're doing what you like."

"It's a good thing."

The bitter look on the speaking principal's face was young. Thinking of Kang Chul-jae, who works like an active duty, reminded me of myself when I was in office.

At the sight of the principal, Jong-seok spread the fire on the table, thinking that he should change the atmosphere.

"I went to China in winter and went to Sungyangseowon."

"I heard you went to Shaolin Temple in winter. Did you go to Sungyangseowon?"

I laughed at the principal's words.

"It was close to Sungyangseowon and Shaolin Temple. So I went to Seowon. If you haven't been there, try going there. There's a master's handwriting on the wall, and it looks fine."

Moon Jae-chul nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"It's been a long time since we've all traveled together, so it would be nice to take some time to go to China. Since Mr. Lee is good at Chinese and has been to China a few times, we don't need a guide."

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

"Yes, I don't need a guide if I go."

Jong-seok, holding a brush, began to write down while looking at the picture paper.

When I wrote down the prestigious books I saw at Sungyangseowon, adults began to read with awe.

"It's definitely Sungyangseowon's writing."

"This is Wang Hui-ji's writing."

"That's great."

"I think it's better because it's the writings of masters who see them with Lee's hands."

Jong-seok smiled at the elders of Moon Bang-woo and wrote down what he saw and suddenly opened his mouth.

"And it's not a master's, but it's my favorite."

"I'm curious because it's your favorite article."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Moon Jae-chul's words, wrote.

Gangshan Mubyeonsu

Gangshan Yubyeon

Adults nodded when Jangno, whom I met at Shaolin Temple, wrote.

"Simple and rugged... I can feel the sadness of the change of time."

"I don't want Gangsan to change, but Gangsan does. The trees are trying to stay calm, but the wind doesn't stop. It feels like that."

In the words of the elders, Jong-seok told the story of meeting Jangno at Shaolin Temple.