Chapter 449 - sincerity, hard work, success
It couldn't have been a big worry for Yeonjeokha.
He is from Green Forest, and his goal in life is to play and eat, but Namgung-yeon was different.
It is no exaggeration to say that she is the pillar of Namgung family and the hope of Moorim.
It was quite reprehensible to have her sit like that in her inn.
She honestly said that if someone else was like that, she would be in the ranks of swearing herself too.
Gucheonno also hinted that he had a old sim.
“How about setting up a military officer or a manor on this occasion?”
"Irrelevant?"
“Yes, you are accepting disciples. If Confucius said that he would teach, people would stand in line. Didn't the ancestors also build Waryongjang?”
“So you’re asking me to make something like ‘Mugwan’ or ‘Waryongjang’?”
“Well, I thought that would be fine if I had nothing to do.”
“Even if I do everything else, I won’t do those two.”
He refused adamantly like never before.
"yes? why?"
“I don’t bother teaching anyone.”
“What about Jangwon? Isn’t that why we don’t have to teach people?”
Then old sim urged Yeonjeokha to work hard.
He opened the bar without hesitation, but the Murim people's blood had not cooled down yet.
Manor can be used for multiple purposes.
If you stop outside activities, you are a hermit, but if you accept guests, you become a strong force.
Depending on the owner's will, they can live quietly or dream of becoming a Murim household.
But surprisingly, Yeonjeokha's expression was not good.
“I don’t make manors. It's just messy memories. tell me to do that? He would rather go into the mountains.”
Shim Tong was surprised to hear that he would rather go to the green forest than build a manor.
It seems that he came to hate the manor itself because of the memory of being rough at Waryongjang.
'What is it? A manor is perfect for Confucius.'
If you think of ten warlords, a manor suits you more than an inn. It also fits his playful personality.
However, he is worried because he hates Jangwon extremely.
“Think about it slowly. There was still a lot of time left to go to Namgoongsegae. When are you leaving?”
"tomorrow morning."
“Don’t starve and take care of yourself. Don't trust people too much."
“I know that much.”
“Does anyone you know suffer like that?”
“Damn it. Do you think I got hurt because I was immature? Because his face was really like a Buddha. Even if old man Sim was with him, it wouldn't have been a big deal. hold it and see Whether it's a face that anyone would be beaten by or not.”
“Yes, yes. Anyway, if you meet Buddha in the future, be careful. So as not to hit the back of the head.”
“Wow. Wailing Because of that dog, I hear all the stars. hold onto it.”
“Hehe, did you forget? He is also the one who caught the guys I scammed with the Namyeon restaurant.”
Old sim shrugged his shoulders.
Looking at his elated appearance, he didn't say anything and put his head down.
In front of his eyes, he saw the half-left chobi (fried rice).
I thought about eating it again, but I couldn't get my hands in the beginning when it cooled down.
Looking at the beginning, Gokseong’s face comes to mind again.
―The ingredients were only pork and flour, so I made it roughly. Enjoy your meal though.
If a poorly made one is good enough, how delicious is a well-made one?
At times like this, I don't know if I want to catch the thief or if I want to eat the beginning he made.
***
the next morning.
He searched the villages where he had enemies and bought a small wagon and a horse.
I searched everywhere to find a coachman, but no one applied.
In the end, the old sim went out to the opening and brought the coachman.
“A cow, a cow is called a sheep.”
The coachman in his 40s couldn't even see what Simtong had heard.
“Mister, do you know where the destination is?”
“Yes, I heard that it is a combination of Namjiryeseong.”
"that's right. Let's go.”
When the driver of the match was nervous and didn't know what to do, he got on the carriage first.
Old sim said, pressing close to the side of the carriage.
“Confucius, I chose the person well this time, so feel free to go.”
“What did the coachman say? Can't you even look into my eyes?"
“I told you to teach me who Confucius is and to serve him well if you want to live a long time.”
“Why are you scaring me?”
“It made me aware of the reality. Have a good trip then. I will catch the gokseong. depart!"
At the signal of old sim, the wagon slowly began to move.
He walked so carefully that his pace was similar to that of a human gait.
When the old sim that was worse than that shouted 'Faster!', the carriage only then increased its speed.
***
Ha Nam.
Sanggu.
Early moning.
The road leading out of the city gate was blocked with carriages.
It must have happened that the movement routes of Baekhwa and Mandeok overlapped.
A small wagon under heavy loading also got stuck between the two upper sides and moved slowly.
As the wagon crawled away, then jeokha opened the window.
Guando was reminiscent of a market, with dozens of wagons and hundreds of porters intertwined.
‘Tsk tsk’ The couple who had been clicking their tongues quietly closed the window.
After an hour (15 minutes) passed, the wagon sped up.
It is quite exhausting to sit alone in a small wagon that is completely blocked on all sides.
There are small windows the size of a palm on both sides of the carriage, but they are closed in the winter.
When the carriage stopped, the couple jumped out as if they had waited and took a deep breath.
Yangil came down from the coachman's seat and approached cautiously.
“Confucius.”
"yes?"
“A little while ago, I heard that Baekhwa Sangbang of Dongbaekhyun passed by Hefei. Would you like to go with me?”
“A department store?”
Only then did he look around, and the roadside was full of wagons and porters loaded with luggage.
It seemed to be one of the upper sides that were entangled at the gateway earlier.
“Yes, there is nothing as safe and comfortable as going with a superior. Meals are also prepared by the host... … .”
There are a lot of escorts on the upper side, so even bandits can't come close.
In addition, Sang-bang takes her to Suk-su, where she can get good food if she pays for it.
So, it was a perfect opportunity for Yang-Il, who had to take good care of Yeon Jeok-Ha.
Hearing the words, “The host makes the meals,” he nodded his head.
It was because it reminded me of the dish made by Gokseong, a former sooksu.
"Do by that way."
“Well, for that to happen, Confucius needs to talk to the head of the upper chamber… … .”
Yangil lost his words.
It's because he couldn't even guess what kind of conversation, he would have with Sangbang, the Taesangho of Green Forest.
“I will take care of that.just says he doesn't know. OK?”
“Yes, yes.”
When Yang Il said he would take care of it, he immediately withdrew.
Her role was up to this point, and the rest was up to the jeokha.
At first, the couple walked towards the largest and most splendid carriage.
Baek San-woo, the Sangwol Sword of the Middle Yang Daeju, gave a short report to Baek Il-woong, the acting chief of Baekhwa Sangbang.
“Sir, there are no thieves or dangerous people within 100 li (approximately 40 km). I don't think anything else will happen until tonight.”
Secretary Baek Seon-hwa smiled and helped.
"Ho Ho! It's okay. Sangwol Sword Uncle Baek escorted us to the ascendant, but I want to do something special.”
Then Baek Il-woong, the head of the ascending movement, said a word with a solemn face.
“White clerk. I think I told you not to call me that way outside. Be mindful of your words and actions, as the escorts and porters may internally despise you.”
“Phi! Who is next to you? There are only uncles.”
Baek Seon-hwa, in her mid-twenties, stubbornly called out “uncle” once more.
“Uh huh. Even if it is not.”
When Baek Il-woong scolded her, Baek Seon-hwa pursed her lips and turned her head away.
Just then, a young man came into her eyes.
“Who is coming?”
When the distance reached the right distance, Baek San-wu of Jungyangdaeju naturally blocked the young man's way.
“We are people from Baekhwa Sangbang, what’s going on?”
“Yes, I heard you. My coachman says he's passing by Hefei?”
“It is.”
“I was on my way to Hefei because I had something to do. Since they are in the same direction, I want them to go together. The coachman pushed me on the back saying, ‘It’s better to go in a group, so talk a little bit.’”
Baek San-wu meticulously examined the young man's up and down.
The fact that she doesn't carry any weapons on her body and that she has an unmanly, slender body shape makes her a student.
She has no particular reason to refuse, but first of all, identification is the priority.
“Who are you from? As you know, I am asking because no one can receive it as a party.”
“Ah, I’m Mr. Yeon, and I’m running a small inn at the opening.”
“You still look young, but are you already the owner of an inn? I want to see if the family is good.”
“I bought it with Nam’s grandfather and money together. We are now jointly operating it.”
Baek San-wu's eyes softened a little when he said, "I bought it by combining money with Nam's grandfather."
It's not because I completely believe it.
If it were false, he would have made it much more reliable and simpler.
There will be no scammers who will make a mess of things like, ‘I bought a tavern with Nam’s surname’s grandfather and now we are jointly running it.’
Baek San-woo glanced at Baek Il-woong, the acting chief.
He left the decision to the acting chief, who is in charge of Ra Sang-haeng, who is dubious about himself.
It was when Baek Il-woong was about to open his mouth.
Baek Seon-hwa, who was staring at her from the side, suddenly interrupted.
"Hey. What are you doing in Hefei?”
“I’m on my way to see my uncle.”
“Then why are you going to see? Hebi is not the next town.”
Considering that this is the first time they've met, this is a bit of an exaggerated question.
But Baek Il-woong did not stop his nephew.
It's because the young man takes it unpleasantly and leaves.
On the contrary, if he answered honestly, I could learn more about him, which was good.
After thinking for a while, Yeonjeokha answered.
“I’m on my way to discuss my marriage.”
“Why are you discussing that with your uncle?”
“Because my parents aren’t here.”
“Oh, sorry. It’s not easy to accept outsiders on the way up, so I asked a lot.”
Baek Seon-hwa hastily apologized.
At first glance, a smile appeared on Baek Il-woong's lips, who thought of her nephew as an immature child.
“Did you say Yeon? I hope you don't offend our White Clerk's question. As Secretary Baek said, he seldom accepts outsiders while on his way up. That I'm sure you know why, even if you don't tell me. That's probably why you responded honestly to a somewhat rude question.”
Baek Il-woong stopped talking for a while and looked at the young man and the carriage he was riding.
It is a shabby wagon that can't be sober.
It is worth knowing the size and condition of the inn that he and Nam run jointly.
Suddenly, pity arose.
When he thought that he was going to discuss Ambassador Inryunji with his uncle, one side of his heart was salty.
“We can't blow the candles on a good thing like that. Let's go together to Hebi. If you need anything, tell me through the white clerk. The food at the homeless area can be provided for only the cost of ingredients.”
Yeon Jeok-ha's face brightened when he said that he would sell food.
It feels like the mental fatigue accumulated from talking with Baek Seok-gi is relieved at once.
"thank you."
Baek Il-woong was proud to see Yeon Jeok-ha sincerely happy.
Looking back, he himself entered the business with his bare hands and rose to the rank of acting manager.
“If you work hard, you will definitely succeed.”
“… … .”
The successor of the law of speech did not say 'yes' even in empty words.
His sincerity and hard work are not what he seeks.
Chapter 449 - sincerity, hard work, success
It couldn't have been a big worry for Yeonjeokha.
He is from Green Forest, and his goal in life is to play and eat, but Namgung-yeon was different.
It is no exaggeration to say that she is the pillar of Namgung family and the hope of Moorim.
It was quite reprehensible to have her sit like that in her inn.
She honestly said that if someone else was like that, she would be in the ranks of swearing herself too.
Gucheonno also hinted that he had a old sim.
“How about setting up a military officer or a manor on this occasion?”
"Irrelevant?"
“Yes, you are accepting disciples. If Confucius said that he would teach, people would stand in line. Didn't the ancestors also build Waryongjang?”
“So you’re asking me to make something like ‘Mugwan’ or ‘Waryongjang’?”
“Well, I thought that would be fine if I had nothing to do.”
“Even if I do everything else, I won’t do those two.”
He refused adamantly like never before.
"yes? why?"
“I don’t bother teaching anyone.”
“What about Jangwon? Isn’t that why we don’t have to teach people?”
Then old sim urged Yeonjeokha to work hard.
He opened the bar without hesitation, but the Murim people's blood had not cooled down yet.
Manor can be used for multiple purposes.
If you stop outside activities, you are a hermit, but if you accept guests, you become a strong force.
Depending on the owner's will, they can live quietly or dream of becoming a Murim household.
But surprisingly, Yeonjeokha's expression was not good.
“I don’t make manors. It's just messy memories. tell me to do that? He would rather go into the mountains.”
Shim Tong was surprised to hear that he would rather go to the green forest than build a manor.
It seems that he came to hate the manor itself because of the memory of being rough at Waryongjang.
'What is it? A manor is perfect for Confucius.'
If you think of ten warlords, a manor suits you more than an inn. It also fits his playful personality.
However, he is worried because he hates Jangwon extremely.
“Think about it slowly. There was still a lot of time left to go to Namgoongsegae. When are you leaving?”
"tomorrow morning."
“Don’t starve and take care of yourself. Don't trust people too much."
“I know that much.”
“Does anyone you know suffer like that?”
“Damn it. Do you think I got hurt because I was immature? Because his face was really like a Buddha. Even if old man Sim was with him, it wouldn't have been a big deal. hold it and see Whether it's a face that anyone would be beaten by or not.”
“Yes, yes. Anyway, if you meet Buddha in the future, be careful. So as not to hit the back of the head.”
“Wow. Wailing Because of that dog, I hear all the stars. hold onto it.”
“Hehe, did you forget? He is also the one who caught the guys I scammed with the Namyeon restaurant.”
Old sim shrugged his shoulders.
Looking at his elated appearance, he didn't say anything and put his head down.
In front of his eyes, he saw the half-left chobi (fried rice).
I thought about eating it again, but I couldn't get my hands in the beginning when it cooled down.
Looking at the beginning, Gokseong’s face comes to mind again.
―The ingredients were only pork and flour, so I made it roughly. Enjoy your meal though.
If a poorly made one is good enough, how delicious is a well-made one?
At times like this, I don't know if I want to catch the thief or if I want to eat the beginning he made.
***
the next morning.
He searched the villages where he had enemies and bought a small wagon and a horse.
I searched everywhere to find a coachman, but no one applied.
In the end, the old sim went out to the opening and brought the coachman.
“A cow, a cow is called a sheep.”
The coachman in his 40s couldn't even see what Simtong had heard.
“Mister, do you know where the destination is?”
“Yes, I heard that it is a combination of Namjiryeseong.”
"that's right. Let's go.”
When the driver of the match was nervous and didn't know what to do, he got on the carriage first.
Old sim said, pressing close to the side of the carriage.
“Confucius, I chose the person well this time, so feel free to go.”
“What did the coachman say? Can't you even look into my eyes?"
“I told you to teach me who Confucius is and to serve him well if you want to live a long time.”
“Why are you scaring me?”
“It made me aware of the reality. Have a good trip then. I will catch the gokseong. depart!"
At the signal of old sim, the wagon slowly began to move.
He walked so carefully that his pace was similar to that of a human gait.
When the old sim that was worse than that shouted 'Faster!', the carriage only then increased its speed.
***
Ha Nam.
Sanggu.
Early moning.
The road leading out of the city gate was blocked with carriages.
It must have happened that the movement routes of Baekhwa and Mandeok overlapped.
A small wagon under heavy loading also got stuck between the two upper sides and moved slowly.
As the wagon crawled away, then jeokha opened the window.
Guando was reminiscent of a market, with dozens of wagons and hundreds of porters intertwined.
‘Tsk tsk’ The couple who had been clicking their tongues quietly closed the window.
After an hour (15 minutes) passed, the wagon sped up.
It is quite exhausting to sit alone in a small wagon that is completely blocked on all sides.
There are small windows the size of a palm on both sides of the carriage, but they are closed in the winter.
When the carriage stopped, the couple jumped out as if they had waited and took a deep breath.
Yangil came down from the coachman's seat and approached cautiously.
“Confucius.”
"yes?"
“A little while ago, I heard that Baekhwa Sangbang of Dongbaekhyun passed by Hefei. Would you like to go with me?”
“A department store?”
Only then did he look around, and the roadside was full of wagons and porters loaded with luggage.
It seemed to be one of the upper sides that were entangled at the gateway earlier.
“Yes, there is nothing as safe and comfortable as going with a superior. Meals are also prepared by the host... … .”
There are a lot of escorts on the upper side, so even bandits can't come close.
In addition, Sang-bang takes her to Suk-su, where she can get good food if she pays for it.
So, it was a perfect opportunity for Yang-Il, who had to take good care of Yeon Jeok-Ha.
Hearing the words, “The host makes the meals,” he nodded his head.
It was because it reminded me of the dish made by Gokseong, a former sooksu.
"Do by that way."
“Well, for that to happen, Confucius needs to talk to the head of the upper chamber… … .”
Yangil lost his words.
It's because he couldn't even guess what kind of conversation, he would have with Sangbang, the Taesangho of Green Forest.
“I will take care of that.just says he doesn't know. OK?”
“Yes, yes.”
When Yang Il said he would take care of it, he immediately withdrew.
Her role was up to this point, and the rest was up to the jeokha.
At first, the couple walked towards the largest and most splendid carriage.
Baek San-woo, the Sangwol Sword of the Middle Yang Daeju, gave a short report to Baek Il-woong, the acting chief of Baekhwa Sangbang.
“Sir, there are no thieves or dangerous people within 100 li (approximately 40 km). I don't think anything else will happen until tonight.”
Secretary Baek Seon-hwa smiled and helped.
"Ho Ho! It's okay. Sangwol Sword Uncle Baek escorted us to the ascendant, but I want to do something special.”
Then Baek Il-woong, the head of the ascending movement, said a word with a solemn face.
“White clerk. I think I told you not to call me that way outside. Be mindful of your words and actions, as the escorts and porters may internally despise you.”
“Phi! Who is next to you? There are only uncles.”
Baek Seon-hwa, in her mid-twenties, stubbornly called out “uncle” once more.
“Uh huh. Even if it is not.”
When Baek Il-woong scolded her, Baek Seon-hwa pursed her lips and turned her head away.
Just then, a young man came into her eyes.
“Who is coming?”
When the distance reached the right distance, Baek San-wu of Jungyangdaeju naturally blocked the young man's way.
“We are people from Baekhwa Sangbang, what’s going on?”
“Yes, I heard you. My coachman says he's passing by Hefei?”
“It is.”
“I was on my way to Hefei because I had something to do. Since they are in the same direction, I want them to go together. The coachman pushed me on the back saying, ‘It’s better to go in a group, so talk a little bit.’”
Baek San-wu meticulously examined the young man's up and down.
The fact that she doesn't carry any weapons on her body and that she has an unmanly, slender body shape makes her a student.
She has no particular reason to refuse, but first of all, identification is the priority.
“Who are you from? As you know, I am asking because no one can receive it as a party.”
“Ah, I’m Mr. Yeon, and I’m running a small inn at the opening.”
“You still look young, but are you already the owner of an inn? I want to see if the family is good.”
“I bought it with Nam’s grandfather and money together. We are now jointly operating it.”
Baek San-wu's eyes softened a little when he said, "I bought it by combining money with Nam's grandfather."
It's not because I completely believe it.
If it were false, he would have made it much more reliable and simpler.
There will be no scammers who will make a mess of things like, ‘I bought a tavern with Nam’s surname’s grandfather and now we are jointly running it.’
Baek San-woo glanced at Baek Il-woong, the acting chief.
He left the decision to the acting chief, who is in charge of Ra Sang-haeng, who is dubious about himself.
It was when Baek Il-woong was about to open his mouth.
Baek Seon-hwa, who was staring at her from the side, suddenly interrupted.
"Hey. What are you doing in Hefei?”
“I’m on my way to see my uncle.”
“Then why are you going to see? Hebi is not the next town.”
Considering that this is the first time they've met, this is a bit of an exaggerated question.
But Baek Il-woong did not stop his nephew.
It's because the young man takes it unpleasantly and leaves.
On the contrary, if he answered honestly, I could learn more about him, which was good.
After thinking for a while, Yeonjeokha answered.
“I’m on my way to discuss my marriage.”
“Why are you discussing that with your uncle?”
“Because my parents aren’t here.”
“Oh, sorry. It’s not easy to accept outsiders on the way up, so I asked a lot.”
Baek Seon-hwa hastily apologized.
At first glance, a smile appeared on Baek Il-woong's lips, who thought of her nephew as an immature child.
“Did you say Yeon? I hope you don't offend our White Clerk's question. As Secretary Baek said, he seldom accepts outsiders while on his way up. That I'm sure you know why, even if you don't tell me. That's probably why you responded honestly to a somewhat rude question.”
Baek Il-woong stopped talking for a while and looked at the young man and the carriage he was riding.
It is a shabby wagon that can't be sober.
It is worth knowing the size and condition of the inn that he and Nam run jointly.
Suddenly, pity arose.
When he thought that he was going to discuss Ambassador Inryunji with his uncle, one side of his heart was salty.
“We can't blow the candles on a good thing like that. Let's go together to Hebi. If you need anything, tell me through the white clerk. The food at the homeless area can be provided for only the cost of ingredients.”
Yeon Jeok-ha's face brightened when he said that he would sell food.
It feels like the mental fatigue accumulated from talking with Baek Seok-gi is relieved at once.
"thank you."
Baek Il-woong was proud to see Yeon Jeok-ha sincerely happy.
Looking back, he himself entered the business with his bare hands and rose to the rank of acting manager.
“If you work hard, you will definitely succeed.”
“… … .”
The successor of the law of speech did not say 'yes' even in empty words.
His sincerity and hard work are not what he seeks.
