"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 112 - We don't talk about work when we drink
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 her arms. She didn't have the confidence to carry it from the first floor, so she entrusted it to someone else until the sixth floor.
She climbed her steps with a large water jug.
She wants it to look like she brought it herself from the first floor.
"omg! omg!"
Jang Bo-ok climbed only three steps before she put down the water jar and rested. She took courtesans back and forth, but her body couldn't stand it because she didn't do hard work.
"ha! what is this doing... … .”
A sigh escaped spontaneously from her mouth.
This is what she started because she couldn't just stand by after seeing the warriors in Tongcheon's room suffer. It's crazy no matter how you think about it, but you had to be prepared.
Jang Bo-ok, who got up again, cradled her water jar in her arms and whimpered as she climbed the stairs.
As she barely made it to the seventh floor, she wiped the sweat from her brow with an exaggerated gesture. It is to let her know that she, of course, has suffered so much that she has brought a pitcher of water.
She didn't sound like she was sick though.
Anyone who saw twenty-five samurai squatting in the corner would do that.
At that time, while sitting on her chair and being massaged by the warriors of Tongcheon's room, Gucheon Nodo Simtong and Jang Book's eyes met.
At that moment, with a sad face, he said ‘hey’ and blew a cynic.
He thought that since she mocked her rival, she deserved worse.
Jang Bo-ok lowered her eyes, knowing that the old man was a fearsome master. She moved diligently, fearing that she would get caught by any pod.
“So-hyeop, I brought the warm water you said.”
"Madame."
“I’m not an aunt… … .”
“Then aunt? aunt? aunt? or not… … .”
“Just make me a lady, please.”
Jang Bo-ok gave up listening to her sister from this scary boy. She kept adding until the sound of her grandmother came out of his mouth.
'Well, I think I'll be like a son, but I'm overdoing it... … .’
Thinking about it, 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 her boy with her anxious eyes.
She was afraid that in any case she would be angry with her 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 in the most pitiful expression possible.
And inwardly she wished that his attention would be diverted from her 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.
'oh my! I'm a crazy bitch.'
Even though she had been in the water business for so long, she did not recognize people. It's cheap even if you get punished.
She blamed herself for that, but on the other hand, she hoped that the Tongcheon Room would solve this problem quickly.
'huh?'
Her eyes widened as she bent down to grab the water bottle again.
An elderly man was slowly coming up the stairs.
Jang Bo-ok's thoughts stopped the moment her eyes met with the old man with an antique sword at her waist.
In the old man's eyes, there was a mixture of tenderness and violence, murderous intent and gentleness.
Pacheon Ma-gun, the owner of seventy-two houses in the green forest, passed by Jang Bo-ok.
The heartache of discovering Seomuhae jumped up from the seat.
The warriors of Tongcheonbang, who were massaging the hair, backed away in amazement.
“Chief lord.”
Simtong first tried politely.
After a glimpse of his heartache, Seo Mu-hae strode toward the window.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who turned his head and confirmed his opponent, slowly came down from the table.
"to? What are you doing here?”
“Puhahaha! it was really you I came here just in case, but I thought I’d find it right away.”
“You came to see me? why?"
Yeonjeokhe raised his eyes round and looked at the sun.
There was nothing in particular between the two of them to look for, so he was surprised to find out.
“Ugh! Do you say ‘why’ when you meet each other after three years? Come and sit down. Let’s have a drink or something.”
Seok Moo-hae, who was sitting in an empty seat next to the bed, gestured to Jang Bo-ok, who was looking at him blankly.
Jang Bo-ok, who had been keeping an eye on the old man, approached with quick steps.
“You should go quickly and have a look at the basics. I don't need a woman.”
“Yes, yes.”
Jang Bo-ok tilted his head inwardly at Seok Mu-hae’s concise yet skillful spell. It's because he seems like an old man from Moorim with a high distribution, but he seems to be very quick about Giru.
The seventh floor, which had been cool since Seomuhae appeared, suddenly overflowed with warmth. Drinks and food were served, and little by little the revelry atmosphere unique to Giru revived.
Seomuhae also attracted heartache that was far away.
It was when the three of them had a round of drinking.
Yeon Jeok-ha asked as if he was curious.
“How did you know I was here?”
“After thinking about you, I went to Obongsan Mountain and they told me to go to Unboxing. I met your sworn brothers at the opening and heard about it. I was thinking of going to Daeyeon Sangbang tomorrow. Then, I heard a strange noise in Juru.”
“Does that sound strange?”
“Two guys from out of town are going wild in Jeongju First Lu? As soon as I heard that sound, I wanted to check it out. Originally, I have a good sense of touch.”
"ah! You have a good sense of humor. i envy you. But why did you go looking for me? Are you busy?”
“Uh huh, I keep saying that we can talk about that later. Come on, have a drink. Normally, we don’t talk about work when we drink.”
“… … .”
Yeonjeokha tilted his head at the word ‘work’.
Because I didn't even guess at all.
Either that or not, Seo Mu-hae raised the atmosphere by pouring alcohol into the cup of heartache with Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Uh-huh! Because I saw people well. you are me Making a bed on the 7th floor of the 1st Lu in Jeongju just because you made me feel bad! I sincerely admire your actions. If you are a green forest person, you should have that level of spirit. cancer! No way.”
Seomuhae has an excited face like a child.
He really liked Yeonjeokha, a bud that was growing.
He was so admirable how he came up with such an idea that he even forgot the purpose of his visit.
“By the way, did you say Simga? It's completely different from a few years ago, isn't it? Are you going to do some sharpening now? Did you get any chance at Obong Mountain?”
“Hehe, I learned martial arts from Gongja Yeon.”
He laughed heartily with an innocent face unlike usual.
Seo Wuhae nodded his head, not surprised at all.
“Heh heh, it’s our general patrol. amazing. I used to pick up smart kids and teach them, but they weren't very cool. But our gun patrol makes things like that in three years. It is the blessing of greenery. luck."
Gradually, the title of 'general patrol' began to come out of Seokmuhae's mouth.
On the other hand, Jang Bo-ok has been unable to control her fluttering breasts since earlier.
As I moved back and forth around the table out of curiosity, little by little I heard their stories.
If you don't know what "general manager" and "general patrol" mean in 20 years of being a wine merchant in Zhengzhou, you must die. In addition, a little while ago, it was even called ‘the blessing of greening’.
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.
He thought that he had mocked such a person, and suddenly his knees trembled. This is because Green Forest knows that people consider their 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 Hana, who had 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 in amazement, his man struggled with her hands and shouted.
"omg! omg! Mr. Hoe! Lord!”
One jeom soi led her man to the room occupied by the lord of sakpung hoe hoe.
Sakpunghoe Huiju Cheonju Magical Sword Hansang, who was consonant by himself, turned his head.
"What's going on?"
"That's me, So-in, 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! What a dog! What if I say that now!”
***
Jeongju First Lu.
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 ‘Pacheon Demon-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 an opportunity in his life.
'But what? Sakpunghoe elder and Tongcheonbang ark attack him? These crazy cubs are trying to die go!'
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.
I saw Seomuhae and Yeonjeokha, an old man running with tears in his 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.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 112 - We don't talk about work when we drink
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 her arms. She didn't have the confidence to carry it from the first floor, so she entrusted it to someone else until the sixth floor.
She climbed her steps with a large water jug.
She wants it to look like she brought it herself from the first floor.
"omg! omg!"
Jang Bo-ok climbed only three steps before she put down the water jar and rested. She took courtesans back and forth, but her body couldn't stand it because she didn't do hard work.
"ha! what is this doing... … .”
A sigh escaped spontaneously from her mouth.
This is what she started because she couldn't just stand by after seeing the warriors in Tongcheon's room suffer. It's crazy no matter how you think about it, but you had to be prepared.
Jang Bo-ok, who got up again, cradled her water jar in her arms and whimpered as she climbed the stairs.
As she barely made it to the seventh floor, she wiped the sweat from her brow with an exaggerated gesture. It is to let her know that she, of course, has suffered so much that she has brought a pitcher of water.
She didn't sound like she was sick though.
Anyone who saw twenty-five samurai squatting in the corner would do that.
At that time, while sitting on her chair and being massaged by the warriors of Tongcheon's room, Gucheon Nodo Simtong and Jang Book's eyes met.
At that moment, with a sad face, he said ‘hey’ and blew a cynic.
He thought that since she mocked her rival, she deserved worse.
Jang Bo-ok lowered her eyes, knowing that the old man was a fearsome master. She moved diligently, fearing that she would get caught by any pod.
“So-hyeop, I brought the warm water you said.”
"Madame."
“I’m not an aunt… … .”
“Then aunt? aunt? aunt? or not… … .”
“Just make me a lady, please.”
Jang Bo-ok gave up listening to her sister from this scary boy. She kept adding until the sound of her grandmother came out of his mouth.
'Well, I think I'll be like a son, but I'm overdoing it... … .’
Thinking about it, 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 her boy with her anxious eyes.
She was afraid that in any case she would be angry with her 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 in the most pitiful expression possible.
And inwardly she wished that his attention would be diverted from her 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.
'oh my! I'm a crazy bitch.'
Even though she had been in the water business for so long, she did not recognize people. It's cheap even if you get punished.
She blamed herself for that, but on the other hand, she hoped that the Tongcheon Room would solve this problem quickly.
'huh?'
Her eyes widened as she bent down to grab the water bottle again.
An elderly man was slowly coming up the stairs.
Jang Bo-ok's thoughts stopped the moment her eyes met with the old man with an antique sword at her waist.
In the old man's eyes, there was a mixture of tenderness and violence, murderous intent and gentleness.
Pacheon Ma-gun, the owner of seventy-two houses in the green forest, passed by Jang Bo-ok.
The heartache of discovering Seomuhae jumped up from the seat.
The warriors of Tongcheonbang, who were massaging the hair, backed away in amazement.
“Chief lord.”
Simtong first tried politely.
After a glimpse of his heartache, Seo Mu-hae strode toward the window.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who turned his head and confirmed his opponent, slowly came down from the table.
"to? What are you doing here?”
“Puhahaha! it was really you I came here just in case, but I thought I’d find it right away.”
“You came to see me? why?"
Yeonjeokhe raised his eyes round and looked at the sun.
There was nothing in particular between the two of them to look for, so he was surprised to find out.
“Ugh! Do you say ‘why’ when you meet each other after three years? Come and sit down. Let’s have a drink or something.”
Seok Moo-hae, who was sitting in an empty seat next to the bed, gestured to Jang Bo-ok, who was looking at him blankly.
Jang Bo-ok, who had been keeping an eye on the old man, approached with quick steps.
“You should go quickly and have a look at the basics. I don't need a woman.”
“Yes, yes.”
Jang Bo-ok tilted his head inwardly at Seok Mu-hae’s concise yet skillful spell. It's because he seems like an old man from Moorim with a high distribution, but he seems to be very quick about Giru.
The seventh floor, which had been cool since Seomuhae appeared, suddenly overflowed with warmth. Drinks and food were served, and little by little the revelry atmosphere unique to Giru revived.
Seomuhae also attracted heartache that was far away.
It was when the three of them had a round of drinking.
Yeon Jeok-ha asked as if he was curious.
“How did you know I was here?”
“After thinking about you, I went to Obongsan Mountain and they told me to go to Unboxing. I met your sworn brothers at the opening and heard about it. I was thinking of going to Daeyeon Sangbang tomorrow. Then, I heard a strange noise in Juru.”
“Does that sound strange?”
“Two guys from out of town are going wild in Jeongju First Lu? As soon as I heard that sound, I wanted to check it out. Originally, I have a good sense of touch.”
"ah! You have a good sense of humor. i envy you. But why did you go looking for me? Are you busy?”
“Uh huh, I keep saying that we can talk about that later. Come on, have a drink. Normally, we don’t talk about work when we drink.”
“… … .”
Yeonjeokha tilted his head at the word ‘work’.
Because I didn't even guess at all.
Either that or not, Seo Mu-hae raised the atmosphere by pouring alcohol into the cup of heartache with Yeon Jeok-ha.
“Uh-huh! Because I saw people well. you are me Making a bed on the 7th floor of the 1st Lu in Jeongju just because you made me feel bad! I sincerely admire your actions. If you are a green forest person, you should have that level of spirit. cancer! No way.”
Seomuhae has an excited face like a child.
He really liked Yeonjeokha, a bud that was growing.
He was so admirable how he came up with such an idea that he even forgot the purpose of his visit.
“By the way, did you say Simga? It's completely different from a few years ago, isn't it? Are you going to do some sharpening now? Did you get any chance at Obong Mountain?”
“Hehe, I learned martial arts from Gongja Yeon.”
He laughed heartily with an innocent face unlike usual.
Seo Wuhae nodded his head, not surprised at all.
“Heh heh, it’s our general patrol. amazing. I used to pick up smart kids and teach them, but they weren't very cool. But our gun patrol makes things like that in three years. It is the blessing of greenery. luck."
Gradually, the title of 'general patrol' began to come out of Seokmuhae's mouth.
On the other hand, Jang Bo-ok has been unable to control her fluttering breasts since earlier.
As I moved back and forth around the table out of curiosity, little by little I heard their stories.
If you don't know what "general manager" and "general patrol" mean in 20 years of being a wine merchant in Zhengzhou, you must die. In addition, a little while ago, it was even called ‘the blessing of greening’.
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.
He thought that he had mocked such a person, and suddenly his knees trembled. This is because Green Forest knows that people consider their 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 Hana, who had 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 in amazement, his man struggled with her hands and shouted.
"omg! omg! Mr. Hoe! Lord!”
One jeom soi led her man to the room occupied by the lord of sakpung hoe hoe.
Sakpunghoe Huiju Cheonju Magical Sword Hansang, who was consonant by himself, turned his head.
"What's going on?"
"That's me, So-in, 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! What a dog! What if I say that now!”
***
Jeongju First Lu.
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 ‘Pacheon Demon-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 an opportunity in his life.
'But what? Sakpunghoe elder and Tongcheonbang ark attack him? These crazy cubs are trying to die go!'
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.
I saw Seomuhae and Yeonjeokha, an old man running with tears in his 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.
