Chapter 19: The Black-Haired Barbarian Of Hubei Province (1)
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Chapter 19: The Black-Haired Barbarian Of Hubei Province (1)
Which of the following could the black-haired barbarian do?
- Regeneration Marksman
- Mount Hua Storm Sword
- Chang Clan Bodyguard
- Manual Laborer
Hey, barbarian! Arent you going to carry the materials faster?
At the construction site, while I was drinking water, the foreman in charge of the site yelled at me.
Ill just finish this sip and get back to work.
Talking back, you barbarian brat?
The foreman rushed over and kicked me.
Ugh!
I spat out the water I was swallowing and rolled on the ground. Damn it. I had been working for an hour without water, and this happened just for taking a sip?
Shouldnt you barbarians be running around so fast your feet dont touch the ground when given work? What about water? Ha, the world has gotten too kind.
I will get back to work right away.
I held back the curses rising in my throat; I needed to endure to avoid going hungry today.
Whats going on here?
A martial artist with a sword approached.
Hehe. Nothing at all. Just had to scold a barbarian who was slacking off.
The foreman quickly changed from his menacing demeanor to a friendly face and spoke to the martial artist.
This is the construction site for the Chang Clans villa. We dont tolerate disturbances here.
That so. Ill make sure nothing like that happens.
The foreman groveled as much as possible, rubbing his palms together as if possessed by a fly.
Be careful.
After the martial artist returned to his spot, the foreman resumed his menacing tone.
If I were still as hot-headed as before, Id be getting rid of a corpse now! If those martial artists werent watching, you would have died by my hand, you get it?
I will work diligently.
I tell you, these black-haired brats only straighten up when beaten! Ive memorized your face. If you cross me again, you wont find work in this town!
The foreman pointed at his eye then at me, gesturing that he would remember me.
I briefly rubbed the spot where I had been hit and ran towards the materials. It was unfair, but I had no choice.
Here, I was neither the eldest scion of the Kang family,
Nor the spoiled fianc of the Moyong Family,
But a black-haired barbarian.
Hey, barbarian. Where are you from?
After stacking the materials and taking a break, a nearby worker spoke to me.
It had been a year since I came to the Central Plains, but I never got used to being called a barbarian.
From Joseon.
Joseon? Where is that country? Do you know where the Jiang familys Joseon is?
Isnt it somewhere north of Mongolia? Wheres the Huang familys Joseon?
Why are you asking me? It must be either north, west, or east since the south is the sea.
Barbarian. Where is Joseon located?
After questioning everyone in our group of four, they turned to me again. They shouldve just asked me in the first place.
Do you know Goryeo? Its a country established where Goryeo used to be.
Ah! You shouldve just said Goryeo. I know Goryeo. Isnt that where ginseng comes from? I knew right away you were a barbarian with black hair, but this guy, hes a Goryeo barbarian.
Unlike Yodong Castle or coastal cities close to Joseon, people in the inland often didnt recognize the name Joseon.
Even though I consciously said Joseon, some understood me better when I mentioned Goryeo.
Dont keep saying barbarian. Its uncomfortable to keep hearing that.
Mr. Jiang, who had been listening nearby, interjected. Wow, he was like the top 10% of Chinese people.
Its because youre a barbarian. Well, if it makes you uncomfortable, whats your name?
The guy who had been calling me a barbarian looked at my expression and then asked for my name.
My name is Kang Yun-ho.
I had thought about changing my name when I came to the Central Plains, but this wasnt Joseon or Yodong Castle. Who would recognize me at a construction site? So, I simply used my real name.
So, Yun-ho, why did you come to Hubei Province? Its neither the north nor a coastal port.
I came from a village decimated by a plague. My mother and father passed away, and my siblings starved to death. Thinking I was going to die too, I decided to see the vast Central Plains before dying, but somehow, I ended up surviving and drifted here.
I should have earned some money for food and proper lodging. Yet, in the Central Plains, discrimination against barbarians was commonplace.
Surrounded by a sea of multicolored hair, my black hair marked me as a barbarian, preventing me from obtaining decent work.
Yun-ho, youre here. Come, lie down in this empty spot.
Finding work on a construction site was pure fortune. The foreman, despite his grumbling about having to hire barbarians due to labor shortages, provided an unpleasant backdrop.
After a long days work, I reached the laborers lodging.
Upon opening the door, Mr. Ju, who had previously referred to me as a barbarian, signaled for me to join him.
This was why I favored construction work. Since the job required an early start and it was challenging to find laborers, they offered food and lodging to retain the same workers from the previous day.
I nearly retched from the stench of the laborers sweat during dinner, but having a place to sleep felt like a blessing.
The work supplied both sustenance and shelter. It seemed like a job sent from heaven.
I did this when she was without a husband, boasted one, clutching at his chest dramatically.
Quietly lying in a corner, I listened to the lurid stories of the older men.
Mr. Ju, how much longer will you go on about that? You didnt even succeed and ended up getting caught by her husband and beaten.
Ah, why the spoiler?
I listened intently, eavesdropping on the cool kids jokes while lying on a classroom desk.
Then who else is there to talk about?
Thats true.
Silence fell in the room full of uncles. What, were there no more juicy stories?
Doesnt anyone have an interesting story?
As the silence lingered, a deep voice came from a corner of the room.
Ah! Master Carpenter, did you wake up? Were we too loud?
Sorry!!
We were too noisy.
Everyone promptly stood and apologized to the master carpenter lying down. The master carpenter was the most experienced craftsman among us.
Unlike someone like me, who just moved things around and assisted the uncles for a wage, he was a highly skilled professional whose services were costly.
Even though the foreman handled the wages and supervision at the construction site, it was the master carpenter who led the work. Thats why he was the most respected person there.
No need. I wasnt sleeping. Dont feel pressured; everyone rest comfortably.
The master carpenter gestured with his hand, and everyone sat down. Why wasnt everyone lying down?
Was this like the everyone rest comfortably directive from a military officer?
Skills really were power.
Its true that people should learn a skill. Father, I didnt listen when you said it while writing a novel, and I got hit on the back of the head, but you were right.
Ah, why is it so quiet? I thought we might hear a story before going to sleep.
You tell one.
Hey. How can you ask someone to tell a story in front of the Master Carpenter?
The uncles kept passing the buck, and no one wanted to tell a story.
How many people would dare to show off their talents in front of a brigade commander?
Lets make it interesting. Depending on how entertaining the story is, I will give a reward.
Since no one was stepping forward to speak, the Master Carpenter announced a reward.
Huh?
A brigade commanders reward?
I couldnt miss this.
Ill give it a try.
Immediately, I raised my hand.
A new face here. Who might you be?
Im Kang Yun-ho, from Joseon. Ill tell you a story from Joseon.
You see, in South Korea, I was once a web novel author. Though my work was generic.
A story from Joseon? Does this story have a name?
The Master Carpenter asked, his curiosity piqued.
The title of the story is
Everyone in the room was older than me, most of them married.
So, which story should I tell?
Its Winning the Lottery After Divorce.
That was the one.
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Chapter 19: The Black-Haired Barbarian Of Hubei Province (1)
Which of the following could the black-haired barbarian do?
- Regeneration Marksman
- Mount Hua Storm Sword
- Chang Clan Bodyguard
- Manual Laborer
Hey, barbarian! Arent you going to carry the materials faster?
At the construction site, while I was drinking water, the foreman in charge of the site yelled at me.
Ill just finish this sip and get back to work.
Talking back, you barbarian brat?
The foreman rushed over and kicked me.
Ugh!
I spat out the water I was swallowing and rolled on the ground. Damn it. I had been working for an hour without water, and this happened just for taking a sip?
Shouldnt you barbarians be running around so fast your feet dont touch the ground when given work? What about water? Ha, the world has gotten too kind.
I will get back to work right away.
I held back the curses rising in my throat; I needed to endure to avoid going hungry today.
Whats going on here?
A martial artist with a sword approached.
Hehe. Nothing at all. Just had to scold a barbarian who was slacking off.
The foreman quickly changed from his menacing demeanor to a friendly face and spoke to the martial artist.
This is the construction site for the Chang Clans villa. We dont tolerate disturbances here.
That so. Ill make sure nothing like that happens.
The foreman groveled as much as possible, rubbing his palms together as if possessed by a fly.
Be careful.
After the martial artist returned to his spot, the foreman resumed his menacing tone.
If I were still as hot-headed as before, Id be getting rid of a corpse now! If those martial artists werent watching, you would have died by my hand, you get it?
I will work diligently.
I tell you, these black-haired brats only straighten up when beaten! Ive memorized your face. If you cross me again, you wont find work in this town!
The foreman pointed at his eye then at me, gesturing that he would remember me.
I briefly rubbed the spot where I had been hit and ran towards the materials. It was unfair, but I had no choice.
Here, I was neither the eldest scion of the Kang family,
Nor the spoiled fianc of the Moyong Family,
But a black-haired barbarian.
Hey, barbarian. Where are you from?
After stacking the materials and taking a break, a nearby worker spoke to me.
It had been a year since I came to the Central Plains, but I never got used to being called a barbarian.
From Joseon.
Joseon? Where is that country? Do you know where the Jiang familys Joseon is?
Isnt it somewhere north of Mongolia? Wheres the Huang familys Joseon?
Why are you asking me? It must be either north, west, or east since the south is the sea.
Barbarian. Where is Joseon located?
After questioning everyone in our group of four, they turned to me again. They shouldve just asked me in the first place.
Do you know Goryeo? Its a country established where Goryeo used to be.
Ah! You shouldve just said Goryeo. I know Goryeo. Isnt that where ginseng comes from? I knew right away you were a barbarian with black hair, but this guy, hes a Goryeo barbarian.
Unlike Yodong Castle or coastal cities close to Joseon, people in the inland often didnt recognize the name Joseon.
Even though I consciously said Joseon, some understood me better when I mentioned Goryeo.
Dont keep saying barbarian. Its uncomfortable to keep hearing that.
Mr. Jiang, who had been listening nearby, interjected. Wow, he was like the top 10% of Chinese people.
Its because youre a barbarian. Well, if it makes you uncomfortable, whats your name?
The guy who had been calling me a barbarian looked at my expression and then asked for my name.
My name is Kang Yun-ho.
I had thought about changing my name when I came to the Central Plains, but this wasnt Joseon or Yodong Castle. Who would recognize me at a construction site? So, I simply used my real name.
So, Yun-ho, why did you come to Hubei Province? Its neither the north nor a coastal port.
I came from a village decimated by a plague. My mother and father passed away, and my siblings starved to death. Thinking I was going to die too, I decided to see the vast Central Plains before dying, but somehow, I ended up surviving and drifted here.
I should have earned some money for food and proper lodging. Yet, in the Central Plains, discrimination against barbarians was commonplace.
Surrounded by a sea of multicolored hair, my black hair marked me as a barbarian, preventing me from obtaining decent work.
Yun-ho, youre here. Come, lie down in this empty spot.
Finding work on a construction site was pure fortune. The foreman, despite his grumbling about having to hire barbarians due to labor shortages, provided an unpleasant backdrop.
After a long days work, I reached the laborers lodging.
Upon opening the door, Mr. Ju, who had previously referred to me as a barbarian, signaled for me to join him.
This was why I favored construction work. Since the job required an early start and it was challenging to find laborers, they offered food and lodging to retain the same workers from the previous day.
I nearly retched from the stench of the laborers sweat during dinner, but having a place to sleep felt like a blessing.
The work supplied both sustenance and shelter. It seemed like a job sent from heaven.
I did this when she was without a husband, boasted one, clutching at his chest dramatically.
Quietly lying in a corner, I listened to the lurid stories of the older men.
Mr. Ju, how much longer will you go on about that? You didnt even succeed and ended up getting caught by her husband and beaten.
Ah, why the spoiler?
I listened intently, eavesdropping on the cool kids jokes while lying on a classroom desk.
Then who else is there to talk about?
Thats true.
Silence fell in the room full of uncles. What, were there no more juicy stories?
Doesnt anyone have an interesting story?
As the silence lingered, a deep voice came from a corner of the room.
Ah! Master Carpenter, did you wake up? Were we too loud?
Sorry!!
We were too noisy.
Everyone promptly stood and apologized to the master carpenter lying down. The master carpenter was the most experienced craftsman among us.
Unlike someone like me, who just moved things around and assisted the uncles for a wage, he was a highly skilled professional whose services were costly.
Even though the foreman handled the wages and supervision at the construction site, it was the master carpenter who led the work. Thats why he was the most respected person there.
No need. I wasnt sleeping. Dont feel pressured; everyone rest comfortably.
The master carpenter gestured with his hand, and everyone sat down. Why wasnt everyone lying down?
Was this like the everyone rest comfortably directive from a military officer?
Skills really were power.
Its true that people should learn a skill. Father, I didnt listen when you said it while writing a novel, and I got hit on the back of the head, but you were right.
Ah, why is it so quiet? I thought we might hear a story before going to sleep.
You tell one.
Hey. How can you ask someone to tell a story in front of the Master Carpenter?
The uncles kept passing the buck, and no one wanted to tell a story.
How many people would dare to show off their talents in front of a brigade commander?
Lets make it interesting. Depending on how entertaining the story is, I will give a reward.
Since no one was stepping forward to speak, the Master Carpenter announced a reward.
Huh?
A brigade commanders reward?
I couldnt miss this.
Ill give it a try.
Immediately, I raised my hand.
A new face here. Who might you be?
Im Kang Yun-ho, from Joseon. Ill tell you a story from Joseon.
You see, in South Korea, I was once a web novel author. Though my work was generic.
A story from Joseon? Does this story have a name?
The Master Carpenter asked, his curiosity piqued.
The title of the story is
Everyone in the room was older than me, most of them married.
So, which story should I tell?
Its Winning the Lottery After Divorce.
That was the one.
Chapter 19: The Black-Haired Barbarian Of Hubei Province 1Which of the following could the black-haired barbarian do?- Regeneration Marksman- Mount Hua Storm Sword- Chang Clan Bodyguard- Manual LaborerHey, barbarian! Arent you going to carry the materials faster?At the construction site, while I was drinking water, the foreman in charge of the site yelled at me.Ill just finish this sip and get back to work.Talking back, you barbarian brat?The foreman rushed over and kicked me.Ugh!I spat out the water I was swallowing and rolled on the ground. Damn it. I had been working for an hour without water, and this happened just for taking a sip?Shouldnt you barbarians be running around so fast your feet dont touch the ground when given work? What about water? Ha, the world has gotten too kind.I will get back to work right away.I held back the curses rising in my throat; I needed to endure to avoid going hungry today.Whats going on here?A martial artist with a sword approached.Hehe. Nothing at all. Just had to scold a barbarian who was slacking off.The foreman quickly changed from his menacing demeanor to a friendly face and spoke to the martial artist.This is the construction site for the Chang Clans villa. We dont tolerate disturbances here.That so. Ill make sure nothing like that happens.The foreman groveled as much as possible, rubbing his palms together as if possessed by a fly.Be careful.After the martial artist returned to his spot, the foreman resumed his menacing tone.If I were still as hot-headed as before, Id be getting rid of a corpse now! If those martial artists werent watching, you would have died by my hand, you get it?I will work diligently.I tell you, these black-haired brats only straighten up when beaten! Ive memorized your face. If you cross me again, you wont find work in this town!The foreman pointed at his eye then at me, gesturing that he would remember me.I briefly rubbed the spot where I had been hit and ran towards the materials. It was unfair, but I had no choice.Here, I was neither the eldest scion of the Kang family,Nor the spoiled fianc of the Moyong Family,But a black-haired barbarian.Hey, barbarian. Where are you from?After stacking the materials and taking a break, a nearby worker spoke to me.It had been a year since I came to the Central Plains, but I never got used to being called a barbarian.From Joseon.Joseon? Where is that country? Do you know where the Jiang familys Joseon is?Isnt it somewhere north of Mongolia? Wheres the Huang familys Joseon?Why are you asking me? It must be either north, west, or east since the south is the sea.Barbarian. Where is Joseon located?After questioning everyone in our group of four, they turned to me again. They shouldve just asked me in the first place.Do you know Goryeo? Its a country established where Goryeo used to be.Ah! You shouldve just said Goryeo. I know Goryeo. Isnt that where ginseng comes from? I knew right away you were a barbarian with black hair, but this guy, hes a Goryeo barbarian.Unlike Yodong Castle or coastal cities close to Joseon, people in the inland often didnt recognize the name Joseon.Even though I consciously said Joseon, some understood me better when I mentioned Goryeo.Dont keep saying barbarian. Its uncomfortable to keep hearing that.Mr. Jiang, who had been listening nearby, interjected. Wow, he was like the top 10% of Chinese people.Its because youre a barbarian. Well, if it makes you uncomfortable, whats your name?The guy who had been calling me a barbarian looked at my expression and then asked for my name.My name is Kang Yun-ho.I had thought about changing my name when I came to the Central Plains, but this wasnt Joseon or Yodong Castle. Who would recognize me at a construction site? So, I simply used my real name.So, Yun-ho, why did you come to Hubei Province? Its neither the north nor a coastal port.I came from a village decimated by a plague. My mother and father passed away, and my siblings starved to death. Thinking I was going to die too, I decided to see the vast Central Plains before dying, but somehow, I ended up surviving and drifted here.I should have earned some money for food and proper lodging. Yet, in the Central Plains, discrimination against barbarians was commonplace.Surrounded by a sea of multicolored hair, my black hair marked me as a barbarian, preventing me from obtaining decent work.Yun-ho, youre here. Come, lie down in this empty spot.Finding work on a construction site was pure fortune. The foreman, despite his grumbling about having to hire barbarians due to labor shortages, provided an unpleasant backdrop.After a long days work, I reached the laborers lodging.Upon opening the door, Mr. Ju, who had previously referred to me as a barbarian, signaled for me to join him.This was why I favored construction work. Since the job required an early start and it was challenging to find laborers, they offered food and lodging to retain the same workers from the previous day.I nearly retched from the stench of the laborers sweat during dinner, but having a place to sleep felt like a blessing.The work supplied both sustenance and shelter. It seemed like a job sent from heaven.I did this when she was without a husband, boasted one, clutching at his chest dramatically.Quietly lying in a corner, I listened to the lurid stories of the older men.Mr. Ju, how much longer will you go on about that? You didnt even succeed and ended up getting caught by her husband and beaten.Ah, why the spoiler?I listened intently, eavesdropping on the cool kids jokes while lying on a classroom desk.Then who else is there to talk about?Thats true.Silence fell in the room full of uncles. What, were there no more juicy stories?Doesnt anyone have an interesting story?As the silence lingered, a deep voice came from a corner of the room.Ah! Master Carpenter, did you wake up? Were we too loud?Sorry!!We were too noisy.Everyone promptly stood and apologized to the master carpenter lying down. The master carpenter was the most experienced craftsman among us.Unlike someone like me, who just moved things around and assisted the uncles for a wage, he was a highly skilled professional whose services were costly.Even though the foreman handled the wages and supervision at the construction site, it was the master carpenter who led the work. Thats why he was the most respected person there.No need. I wasnt sleeping. Dont feel pressured; everyone rest comfortably.The master carpenter gestured with his hand, and everyone sat down. Why wasnt everyone lying down?Was this like the everyone rest comfortably directive from a military officer?Skills really were power.Its true that people should learn a skill. Father, I didnt listen when you said it while writing a novel, and I got hit on the back of the head, but you were right.Ah, why is it so quiet? I thought we might hear a story before going to sleep.You tell one.Hey. How can you ask someone to tell a story in front of the Master Carpenter?The uncles kept passing the buck, and no one wanted to tell a story.How many people would dare to show off their talents in front of a brigade commander?Lets make it interesting. Depending on how entertaining the story is, I will give a reward.Since no one was stepping forward to speak, the Master Carpenter announced a reward.Huh?A brigade commanders reward?I couldnt miss this.Ill give it a try.Immediately, I raised my hand.A new face here. Who might you be?Im Kang Yun-ho, from Joseon. Ill tell you a story from Joseon.You see, in South Korea, I was once a web novel author. Though my work was generic.A story from Joseon? Does this story have a name?The Master Carpenter asked, his curiosity piqued.The title of the story isEveryone in the room was older than me, most of them married.So, which story should I tell?Its Winning the Lottery After Divorce.That was the one.
