Chapter 439 - Do you know Will the vitality be strong?
The non-partisan long-time leader, Merchant Yingjie, diligently organized the situation in his head.
Since it is a one-sided story on the side of Anchalsa, there must be some filtering.
Just as Yang Sa-gang, the son of Hyun-ryeong of Juksan-hyeon, was beaten and pretended to be a victim.
‘Grunt! Even so, I shouldn't have robbed you of the money. I haven't given up the habit of greening yet.'
If that's the case, he intends to give it a solid attention once in a while.
It is difficult for a non-partisan disciple to hear the sound of robbers outside.
He wanted to hear that part more clearly, since it was more about causing injury than money.
“If so, did the chopsticks also happen then?”
"no. After that, it seems that the escort witnessed Yeonnamcheon at the restaurant in Muhan and reported it to Gongja Jang. It is said that Gongja Zhang thought he was a robber and visited him with his guests. At that time, Yeonnamcheon subdued the guests and used a hand against Gongja Jang. Punching holes in both shoulders of Jang Gongja who couldn't resist, even chopsticks on his penis... … . Whoa!”
Gu Yang-su, the adverb of Anchalsa, calmed down for a moment and then continued.
“The testimonies of the Wuhanpobang officers who were dispatched together were also the same. What will you do now? Would you give me Yeonnamcheon like that? Or would you like to roam around and see blood with him?”
“… … .”
Merchant Yeonggyeol couldn't answer with a katabuta, and only sighed deeply.
If the testimony of eyewitnesses was like that, it would not be generally false.
'Yeonnamcheon also stepped into the green forest, but he's not an evil person, so why did he do that?'
I thought there must be a reason, but when I got to the chopsticks part, I was speechless.
When Merchant Lingjie hesitated, Yangshu Guo hinted.
“I don't know Mr. Jang, but the cousin of Mr. Jang, who is an official, is a beauty. If you leave the imperial family, even the shamans will be angry. Before Jang Dae-in does anything, let’s quietly give Yeonnamcheon.”
The young woman's face hardened lightly.
This was tantamount to intimidation against non-partisan factions.
Even if the shaman faction had a high status in the Moorim, in the eyes of the imperial family, it was just a small breakout for the civilians.
If the financial line is blocked due to being stamped out by the imperial family, the power will naturally shrink.
As a spirit merchant, it was as if he had to deal with the troubles of his whole life.
his sorrow deepened.
Gu Yang-soo looked at the merchant Ying-gyeol with incomprehensible eyes.
I didn't know that Jang Mun-in would worry so much about just one disposition of a secular disciple.
Aged, he could tell by looking at the atmosphere.
The trouble of Jang Moon-in is not to capture and offer him, but to convince himself.
'Am I going to trade a shaman for a secular disciple?'
Maybe it's because I don't know what it means to pretend to be an anchalsa.
Until now, the government department has never openly checked Moorim Breakwater.
If it was upstairs, he would have been lying on his stomach on his own without even mentioning the beauty.
However, Moorim Bangpa did not experience danger, so it seems that his behavior was inexperienced.
"hmm! It seems that you are not making a decision easily, but I will tell the Anchalsa that way.”
“… … .”
Even though Gu Yang-soo seemed to end the conversation, the merchant Ling-gyeol was still silent.
Yeonnamcheon has no choice but to do that.
He is the best sorcerer in Oryonggung, and is the Taesangho method of Green Forest.
Realistically, you couldn't catch him, and if you did that, you would only be pointed at internally and externally.
As much as there is a metaphor of river water and well water, Murim people hate interference from government officials.
By the way, did you catch a disciple from the shaman faction and offer it to him?
It was unimaginable unless the disciple was a treasonous sinner.
In the end, when the merchant was silent, Gu Yang-soo was moved and stood up.
“I will pass on the current attitude of my long master to the master of Anchalsa. I think I should know what a thug named Yeonnamcheon believed and acted that way.”
This was an accusation against the independents.
Merchant Yonggye only let out a deep sigh, but he did not make lame excuses.
It was obvious that no answer would fit Gu Yang-su's last name at this point.
Yangshu Gu opened the door of the guest room roughly and went out.
Merchant Yonggyeol hurriedly tried to follow, but was blocked by his attendants and was unable to achieve his will.
Gu Yang-soo, the deputy governor of Anchalsa, left the shaman faction with a colder face than the northern wind and cold snow.
One by one, non-partisan elders gathered around the Young-gyeol merchant standing in the courtyard.
Leaving them wondering what was going on, Merchant Younggyeol quietly returned to his office.
He had no choice but to endure until the sudden gust of wind died down.
***
Shanxi.
Sinseong-hyeon.
Around new hour (3:00 p.m.).
A two-wheeled carriage pulled into the village.
The coachman, who had been looking to the left and right of the clear sky, glanced behind him with an ambiguous face.
It was far before the sun set, but there is no guarantee that we will meet such a large village again.
'Damn it, I'm going to freeze to death.'
It would be cold inside the wagon, but it was really bad outside.
It's a little early to rest, but I was impatient with the desire to warm up.
It seems that heart-to-heart is a word used in this situation.
A youthful voice came from inside the carriage.
"mister! Even though it’s cold, let’s find a teahouse!”
“Yes, yes!”
The coachman's face brightened.
Fortunately, the carriage owner was not a tight-fisted person.
It's still early, but it's the sound of staying in this village for the day.
Wouldn't it be summer?
Unless it's urgent, it's good for both horses and people to take it easy in the middle of winter.
Dagwan Yeowol (如月).
Yeon Jeokha and Gongquan Shan opened the door and entered.
Customers drinking tea glanced at the entrance once in a while due to the sudden cold wind.
When Yeon Jeok-ha and Gong Cui-san found an empty seat and sat down, a young lady in her early twenties approached them.
"welcome. It seems like I'm meeting you for the first time, where are you from?"
The multi-gwan woman naturally walked from the horse.
“Jeongju.”
At Yeon Jeok-ha's words, the woman, Joo Seong-hee, laughed.
Seeing her honest answer, it seemed that she was not yet a person who was tired of the world.
“What would you like? There are Yongjeong Tea, Byeoklachun, Mobong Tea, and Cloud Mu Tea.”
“I am a dragon.”
He chose the familiar Longjing tea and gave Gongchushan a chin.
“I will drink the same.”
“Yongjingcha has Yeonsim, Gichang, and Jakseol. Which one should I give you?”
“… … .”
As the two hesitated, Joo Seong-hee briefly explained.
“As you know, the name is different depending on when the tea was picked. The tender sprouts picked in Qingming are Yeonsim, the ones picked in Gowu are Kichang, and the ones picked in Ip are Jakseol.”
Of course, there are distinctions based on the location or shape of the tea leaves collected, but those are omitted. It is because it was considered that only the classification according to the season was sufficient.
“Then I’m in love.”
“I will do it in writing.”
Unlike Yeon Jeok-ha, who chose 'Love Heart', Gong Chwi-san went to 'Jakseol'.
It is because he thinks that he who is standing at the end of his life and the tea leaves picked last will suit him.
“I thought we were going to Juru, but what kind of teahouse is this?”
“It’s not the mood to hang out. They said it would take seven days to get to Diocese.”
Since Fengji Mountain is in Jiaogu County, the fate of Gongquan Mountain will be decided seven days later.
It is clear that the famous religious leader will not let him live.
By nature, he doesn't even enjoy drinking, but thinking about it somehow calms him down, and the thought of drinking runs away.
“What are they like?”
At the middle-aged landlady's question, Joo Sung-hee glanced at the two new guests.
young and old.
With no luggage in his possession, it was difficult to guess what he was doing.
“Looking at the one wagon, I don't think he's a merchant. Other than that, I don't know.”
“Does the young man look a little gentle?”
“His hands are beautiful, probably because he hasn’t done anything dangerous.”
“A man like that must have a very good family. Otherwise, he only makes women suffer.”
“You know? Will your vitality be strong?”
As the two women were chatting behind a guest, the door to the teahouse was thrown open.
Quaang.
As soon as she entered the dagwan, Dangju Jwasa, who was outside Noksubang, strode toward the inside.
It was clear that he had other business, since he didn't even pay attention to the guests' seats.
The landlady, who had been chatting with the clerk, hurriedly ran in front of him.
"I'm the owner of this place, what are you doing here?"
“I heard that this teahouse refused to protect our noksu room, is that correct?”
“Rather than saying no, it’s because I’m already being managed elsewhere.”
“Are you talking about Cheongnobang?”
"yes."
The mistress looked at the other person's eyes.
Moorim's Bangpa often fights over commercial rights, but it seems that his Dagwan is at stake.
“Our Noksubang went into Yumyeonggyo Bridge. So you cut off the deal with Cheongrobang.”
"yes?"
The mistress looked at her man with bewildered eyes.
What does that have to do with Dagwan breaking up with Cheongnobang?
“You know that Hu Tian Meng succumbed to the famous religion, right?”
"yes? yes… … .”
“Cheongnobang belongs to the Hocheon League, and our Noksubang is famous. Then, who is the top among Cheongnobang and Noksubang?”
“Is it Noksubang?”
"Yes. So, your teahouse deserves to be protected by Noksubang.”
It's sophistry, but it's not wrong, so the mistress couldn't refute it.
No, I didn't even open my mouth because I was afraid that the dagwan would be damaged.
In fact, it didn't matter where she protected Dagwan, Noksubang or Cheongrobang.
“Daehyeop, if I pay the protection fee for Noksubang, do I not have to pay for Cheongrobang?”
"Yes."
“What if the Cheongnobang doesn’t admit it?”
“If they come and ask for protection money, let Noksubang know. We'll sort it out.”
Joo Seong-hee, who was listening from the side, tilted her head.
“Daehyeop, isn’t it faster to tell the Cheongno room directly from the Noksu room?”
“Hum, even if I tell Cheongnobang, they may not obey me.”
"yes? Does that mean that Cheongnobang can continue to demand protection money from Dagwan?”
“Didn't I just tell you? When they come, call our noksu room.”
This time the hostess asked cautiously.
“Then you won’t let Noksubang ask for protection money from our Dagwan?”
“Nothing. every time I will do that, so you can vote on the contract.”
Jwasa took out her contract from her bosom and held it out in front of the mistress.
The mistress was reluctant, but she did not dare to refuse and received the contract.
She couldn't argue with this because if she refused, she was ready to do anything.
She's about to sign her contract it's time to say
“Hey! I believe in that again. It's fun, it's fun."
Startled by her distant voice, the mistress put down her paintbrush.
When her suzeol was interrupted, her sitter jerked her head away.
The noksubang bandits that came with him rushed in and surrounded the area around Yeonjeokha.
Yan Zhihe said to Gongquan with a triumphant face.
“When I was having an inn, I heard a lot of noise from the guests. one of them is like that I have to solve it among the breakwaters, but if you don't have the confidence to do that, you're like that? If you write that contract, the owner of the da pavilion has to pay both sides. Two breakwaters will protect you, so no one will quarrel with you. You can't make money.”
At his words, the hostess looked at Jwasa with devastated eyes.
Jwasa moved to the seat of the young man who intervened in the middle without making any excuses.
“What are you doing?”
Chapter 439 - Do you know Will the vitality be strong?
The non-partisan long-time leader, Merchant Yingjie, diligently organized the situation in his head.
Since it is a one-sided story on the side of Anchalsa, there must be some filtering.
Just as Yang Sa-gang, the son of Hyun-ryeong of Juksan-hyeon, was beaten and pretended to be a victim.
‘Grunt! Even so, I shouldn't have robbed you of the money. I haven't given up the habit of greening yet.'
If that's the case, he intends to give it a solid attention once in a while.
It is difficult for a non-partisan disciple to hear the sound of robbers outside.
He wanted to hear that part more clearly, since it was more about causing injury than money.
“If so, did the chopsticks also happen then?”
"no. After that, it seems that the escort witnessed Yeonnamcheon at the restaurant in Muhan and reported it to Gongja Jang. It is said that Gongja Zhang thought he was a robber and visited him with his guests. At that time, Yeonnamcheon subdued the guests and used a hand against Gongja Jang. Punching holes in both shoulders of Jang Gongja who couldn't resist, even chopsticks on his penis... … . Whoa!”
Gu Yang-su, the adverb of Anchalsa, calmed down for a moment and then continued.
“The testimonies of the Wuhanpobang officers who were dispatched together were also the same. What will you do now? Would you give me Yeonnamcheon like that? Or would you like to roam around and see blood with him?”
“… … .”
Merchant Yeonggyeol couldn't answer with a katabuta, and only sighed deeply.
If the testimony of eyewitnesses was like that, it would not be generally false.
'Yeonnamcheon also stepped into the green forest, but he's not an evil person, so why did he do that?'
I thought there must be a reason, but when I got to the chopsticks part, I was speechless.
When Merchant Lingjie hesitated, Yangshu Guo hinted.
“I don't know Mr. Jang, but the cousin of Mr. Jang, who is an official, is a beauty. If you leave the imperial family, even the shamans will be angry. Before Jang Dae-in does anything, let’s quietly give Yeonnamcheon.”
The young woman's face hardened lightly.
This was tantamount to intimidation against non-partisan factions.
Even if the shaman faction had a high status in the Moorim, in the eyes of the imperial family, it was just a small breakout for the civilians.
If the financial line is blocked due to being stamped out by the imperial family, the power will naturally shrink.
As a spirit merchant, it was as if he had to deal with the troubles of his whole life.
his sorrow deepened.
Gu Yang-soo looked at the merchant Ying-gyeol with incomprehensible eyes.
I didn't know that Jang Mun-in would worry so much about just one disposition of a secular disciple.
Aged, he could tell by looking at the atmosphere.
The trouble of Jang Moon-in is not to capture and offer him, but to convince himself.
'Am I going to trade a shaman for a secular disciple?'
Maybe it's because I don't know what it means to pretend to be an anchalsa.
Until now, the government department has never openly checked Moorim Breakwater.
If it was upstairs, he would have been lying on his stomach on his own without even mentioning the beauty.
However, Moorim Bangpa did not experience danger, so it seems that his behavior was inexperienced.
"hmm! It seems that you are not making a decision easily, but I will tell the Anchalsa that way.”
“… … .”
Even though Gu Yang-soo seemed to end the conversation, the merchant Ling-gyeol was still silent.
Yeonnamcheon has no choice but to do that.
He is the best sorcerer in Oryonggung, and is the Taesangho method of Green Forest.
Realistically, you couldn't catch him, and if you did that, you would only be pointed at internally and externally.
As much as there is a metaphor of river water and well water, Murim people hate interference from government officials.
By the way, did you catch a disciple from the shaman faction and offer it to him?
It was unimaginable unless the disciple was a treasonous sinner.
In the end, when the merchant was silent, Gu Yang-soo was moved and stood up.
“I will pass on the current attitude of my long master to the master of Anchalsa. I think I should know what a thug named Yeonnamcheon believed and acted that way.”
This was an accusation against the independents.
Merchant Yonggye only let out a deep sigh, but he did not make lame excuses.
It was obvious that no answer would fit Gu Yang-su's last name at this point.
Yangshu Gu opened the door of the guest room roughly and went out.
Merchant Yonggyeol hurriedly tried to follow, but was blocked by his attendants and was unable to achieve his will.
Gu Yang-soo, the deputy governor of Anchalsa, left the shaman faction with a colder face than the northern wind and cold snow.
One by one, non-partisan elders gathered around the Young-gyeol merchant standing in the courtyard.
Leaving them wondering what was going on, Merchant Younggyeol quietly returned to his office.
He had no choice but to endure until the sudden gust of wind died down.
***
Shanxi.
Sinseong-hyeon.
Around new hour (3:00 p.m.).
A two-wheeled carriage pulled into the village.
The coachman, who had been looking to the left and right of the clear sky, glanced behind him with an ambiguous face.
It was far before the sun set, but there is no guarantee that we will meet such a large village again.
'Damn it, I'm going to freeze to death.'
It would be cold inside the wagon, but it was really bad outside.
It's a little early to rest, but I was impatient with the desire to warm up.
It seems that heart-to-heart is a word used in this situation.
A youthful voice came from inside the carriage.
"mister! Even though it’s cold, let’s find a teahouse!”
“Yes, yes!”
The coachman's face brightened.
Fortunately, the carriage owner was not a tight-fisted person.
It's still early, but it's the sound of staying in this village for the day.
Wouldn't it be summer?
Unless it's urgent, it's good for both horses and people to take it easy in the middle of winter.
Dagwan Yeowol (如月).
Yeon Jeokha and Gongquan Shan opened the door and entered.
Customers drinking tea glanced at the entrance once in a while due to the sudden cold wind.
When Yeon Jeok-ha and Gong Cui-san found an empty seat and sat down, a young lady in her early twenties approached them.
"welcome. It seems like I'm meeting you for the first time, where are you from?"
The multi-gwan woman naturally walked from the horse.
“Jeongju.”
At Yeon Jeok-ha's words, the woman, Joo Seong-hee, laughed.
Seeing her honest answer, it seemed that she was not yet a person who was tired of the world.
“What would you like? There are Yongjeong Tea, Byeoklachun, Mobong Tea, and Cloud Mu Tea.”
“I am a dragon.”
He chose the familiar Longjing tea and gave Gongchushan a chin.
“I will drink the same.”
“Yongjingcha has Yeonsim, Gichang, and Jakseol. Which one should I give you?”
“… … .”
As the two hesitated, Joo Seong-hee briefly explained.
“As you know, the name is different depending on when the tea was picked. The tender sprouts picked in Qingming are Yeonsim, the ones picked in Gowu are Kichang, and the ones picked in Ip are Jakseol.”
Of course, there are distinctions based on the location or shape of the tea leaves collected, but those are omitted. It is because it was considered that only the classification according to the season was sufficient.
“Then I’m in love.”
“I will do it in writing.”
Unlike Yeon Jeok-ha, who chose 'Love Heart', Gong Chwi-san went to 'Jakseol'.
It is because he thinks that he who is standing at the end of his life and the tea leaves picked last will suit him.
“I thought we were going to Juru, but what kind of teahouse is this?”
“It’s not the mood to hang out. They said it would take seven days to get to Diocese.”
Since Fengji Mountain is in Jiaogu County, the fate of Gongquan Mountain will be decided seven days later.
It is clear that the famous religious leader will not let him live.
By nature, he doesn't even enjoy drinking, but thinking about it somehow calms him down, and the thought of drinking runs away.
“What are they like?”
At the middle-aged landlady's question, Joo Sung-hee glanced at the two new guests.
young and old.
With no luggage in his possession, it was difficult to guess what he was doing.
“Looking at the one wagon, I don't think he's a merchant. Other than that, I don't know.”
“Does the young man look a little gentle?”
“His hands are beautiful, probably because he hasn’t done anything dangerous.”
“A man like that must have a very good family. Otherwise, he only makes women suffer.”
“You know? Will your vitality be strong?”
As the two women were chatting behind a guest, the door to the teahouse was thrown open.
Quaang.
As soon as she entered the dagwan, Dangju Jwasa, who was outside Noksubang, strode toward the inside.
It was clear that he had other business, since he didn't even pay attention to the guests' seats.
The landlady, who had been chatting with the clerk, hurriedly ran in front of him.
"I'm the owner of this place, what are you doing here?"
“I heard that this teahouse refused to protect our noksu room, is that correct?”
“Rather than saying no, it’s because I’m already being managed elsewhere.”
“Are you talking about Cheongnobang?”
"yes."
The mistress looked at the other person's eyes.
Moorim's Bangpa often fights over commercial rights, but it seems that his Dagwan is at stake.
“Our Noksubang went into Yumyeonggyo Bridge. So you cut off the deal with Cheongrobang.”
"yes?"
The mistress looked at her man with bewildered eyes.
What does that have to do with Dagwan breaking up with Cheongnobang?
“You know that Hu Tian Meng succumbed to the famous religion, right?”
"yes? yes… … .”
“Cheongnobang belongs to the Hocheon League, and our Noksubang is famous. Then, who is the top among Cheongnobang and Noksubang?”
“Is it Noksubang?”
"Yes. So, your teahouse deserves to be protected by Noksubang.”
It's sophistry, but it's not wrong, so the mistress couldn't refute it.
No, I didn't even open my mouth because I was afraid that the dagwan would be damaged.
In fact, it didn't matter where she protected Dagwan, Noksubang or Cheongrobang.
“Daehyeop, if I pay the protection fee for Noksubang, do I not have to pay for Cheongrobang?”
"Yes."
“What if the Cheongnobang doesn’t admit it?”
“If they come and ask for protection money, let Noksubang know. We'll sort it out.”
Joo Seong-hee, who was listening from the side, tilted her head.
“Daehyeop, isn’t it faster to tell the Cheongno room directly from the Noksu room?”
“Hum, even if I tell Cheongnobang, they may not obey me.”
"yes? Does that mean that Cheongnobang can continue to demand protection money from Dagwan?”
“Didn't I just tell you? When they come, call our noksu room.”
This time the hostess asked cautiously.
“Then you won’t let Noksubang ask for protection money from our Dagwan?”
“Nothing. every time I will do that, so you can vote on the contract.”
Jwasa took out her contract from her bosom and held it out in front of the mistress.
The mistress was reluctant, but she did not dare to refuse and received the contract.
She couldn't argue with this because if she refused, she was ready to do anything.
She's about to sign her contract it's time to say
“Hey! I believe in that again. It's fun, it's fun."
Startled by her distant voice, the mistress put down her paintbrush.
When her suzeol was interrupted, her sitter jerked her head away.
The noksubang bandits that came with him rushed in and surrounded the area around Yeonjeokha.
Yan Zhihe said to Gongquan with a triumphant face.
“When I was having an inn, I heard a lot of noise from the guests. one of them is like that I have to solve it among the breakwaters, but if you don't have the confidence to do that, you're like that? If you write that contract, the owner of the da pavilion has to pay both sides. Two breakwaters will protect you, so no one will quarrel with you. You can't make money.”
At his words, the hostess looked at Jwasa with devastated eyes.
Jwasa moved to the seat of the young man who intervened in the middle without making any excuses.
“What are you doing?”
