Chapter 34: The Crisis Of The Man With Black Hair (3)
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Chapter 34: The Crisis Of The Man With Black Hair (3)
The 60th birthday feast of Im Gapsu, the head of Gapsu Trading Company, was a grand event.
Many people flocked to the Gapsu Trading Companys birthday feast in Chilgok County.
Business associates, surrounding martial artists, courier service agents, and officials of Chilgok County were among the numerous dignitaries who came to celebrate Im Gapsus 60th birthday and to brighten the occasion.
On such a festive day, even uninvited guests were not turned away. Local poor people swarmed to the Gapsu Trading Companys feast to enjoy a bowl of noodles.
When I used to wander the Central Plains, I would stop by such feasts for a bowl of noodles. It was a pity that, with black hair, I couldnt disguise myself and come back for another bowl.
A bowl of noodles here!
For the renowned Gapsu Trading Company, add a piece of meat!
As I made my way inside the feast, I saw beggars eating noodles outside the feast house.
Especially on feast days, beggars always gathered. When else would beggars get to eat heartily, if not on these feast days?
Did you hear? Im Gapsus 60th birthday is in two days.
In a week, theres a rich familys childs first birthday in the next village.
Beggars seemed to have their own network for sharing feast house information.
Within a few days, they shared information about who in Chilgok County was having a 60th birthday, a first birthday, or a wedding.
In fact, the way beggars shared information might have greatly inspired the depiction of the Beggars Sect in martial arts fiction as a group with an extensive information network.
On feast days, numerous beggars swarmed in front of the house. The hosts had to feed the beggars well to prevent them from causing trouble.
If the beggars were driven away, it could lead to a big commotion. If someone tried, the beggars would beat loud instruments like gongs to disturb the feast. They even threw filth at invited guests or started quarrels.
No host wanted to have bloodshed on a festive day. Thus, they provided some noodles or pieces of meat to the uninvited guests before sending them on their way.
Those who arrived uninvited to celebrate were treated with a measure of courtesy and tradition.
Of course, not turning away uninvited guests did not equate to welcoming everyone. These visitors simply received a modest meal before being sent off.
Guests with invitations from Gapsu Trading Company or other distinguished attendees were escorted inside to savor delicious food and witness rare spectacles during the main banquet.
Over here.
I followed a servants lead into the inner part of the banquet hall.
There, guests in luxurious attire were indulging in fine cuisine and marveling at unusual performances.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
I, too, wished to join them as one of the guests, but alas, I was not a VIP; I was part of the rare spectacle.
Our performance has ended!
The acrobatic troupe that had performed before me had just concluded their act.
In the world of martial arts, even the circus held a distinct quality. The masters I had observed at the Moyong Family hadnt displayed their swords openly, which made their show seem less impressive. However, the stunts choreographed for the performance were commendable in their own right.
I found myself clapping for them from behind the stage.
Was it my turn next? The pressure was a hundredfold.
Next, its your turn. Go on out.
The servant from Gapsu Trading Company, who had escorted me here, beckoned me forth.
Yes, Im going.
What pressure? As a unique attraction, if youre treated well, you must earn your keep.
I am the storyteller from Joseon, Kang Mo.
With a snap! I unfurled my fan with flair to capture the audiences attention before offering my greeting.
If youre going to invite a storyteller, at least choose one from the Central Plains. Where did you find this barbarian?
Couldnt the renowned Gapsu Trading Company secure a more competent storyteller?
That looks like garb Ive seen in the marketplace once or twice.
There were a few who recognized me, but many did not. I usually wander around the marketplace, and these days, people dont recognize a popular figure.
The reaction before the performance was somewhat cold. Their eyes seemed to say, Lets see what you can do.
Ill tell you the story of the famous Hamurin, the young master of Chilgok County!
Oh!
Finally, he has taken his revenge!
He got his revenge on his stepmother and uncle!
But now Hamurins life is in danger.
Hamurin is poisoned
Surely, he doesnt die in vain after taking his revenge?
Yes, guests, you are right. Hamurin died too. The story of Hamurin was a tragedy.
Ugh! To die like this, poisoned.
I intentionally staggered and knelt on one knee.
No!! Why die after avenging your father!!
Alas! Such a sad story on a festive day!
The audience began to sigh. A few of the female guests were on the verge of crying. Their makeup was getting ruined.
Some invited guests couldnt bear to watch the story anymore and covered their eyes.
But this story didnt end in tragedy.
A paid subscriber said it was too much to show a tragedy on a festive occasion and offered more money to change it to a comedy.
I must use the Beokdokju (), a relic of my father.
I feigned using Beokdokju, a fictional all-cure poison antidote from martial arts novels.
Ah. The Ha family heads relic included a Beokdokju.
That makes sense. How could it end in tragedy? If it had, I wouldve kicked the storytellers cheek!
Ha-ha! Thats an exaggeration!
No joke.
.
Hearing that, I broke out in a cold sweat for a moment. It was a good thing I changed the ending.
Ugh. The poison has been neutralized. I have achieved my revenge. I reached the seventh level of Has sword technique before turning thirty. Oh heavens! Dear departed father! Please watch over me from above! The Ha Family will now rise as the greatest house in Joseon!
I finished the story with my hands raised, looking up at the sky.
Wow! That was interesting!
Much more engaging than the acrobatic troupe!
The stories from Joseon are really fascinating!
I received a round of applause from the guests as I left the stage. I thought I had acted quite well. This is why being in good condition matters.
As I came off the stage, a servant from the Gapsu Trading Company greeted me.
Ive never seen a storyteller who tells stories as well as you!
The servant excitedly patted my shoulder.
Ha-ha. You flatter me.
Not at all! Weve invited many storytellers to Gapsu Trading Company banquets, but Ive never seen anyone tell stories as tastefully as you!
Thank you.
I think I performed well today. It was a performance with all my heart.
Heres a money pouch with your compensation.
I received the money pouch from the servant. Oh wow, its a lot. This was about a months earnings from the marketplace.
The head of Gapsu Trading Company was very satisfied! Theres a special table () prepared for the performers in the small banquet hall. You can eat and drink to your hearts content and stay another day.
Ill enjoy it, thank you.
Now that theres nothing to worry about, I might as well celebrate and have a good time.
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Chapter 34: The Crisis Of The Man With Black Hair (3)
The 60th birthday feast of Im Gapsu, the head of Gapsu Trading Company, was a grand event.
Many people flocked to the Gapsu Trading Companys birthday feast in Chilgok County.
Business associates, surrounding martial artists, courier service agents, and officials of Chilgok County were among the numerous dignitaries who came to celebrate Im Gapsus 60th birthday and to brighten the occasion.
On such a festive day, even uninvited guests were not turned away. Local poor people swarmed to the Gapsu Trading Companys feast to enjoy a bowl of noodles.
When I used to wander the Central Plains, I would stop by such feasts for a bowl of noodles. It was a pity that, with black hair, I couldnt disguise myself and come back for another bowl.
A bowl of noodles here!
For the renowned Gapsu Trading Company, add a piece of meat!
As I made my way inside the feast, I saw beggars eating noodles outside the feast house.
Especially on feast days, beggars always gathered. When else would beggars get to eat heartily, if not on these feast days?
Did you hear? Im Gapsus 60th birthday is in two days.
In a week, theres a rich familys childs first birthday in the next village.
Beggars seemed to have their own network for sharing feast house information.
Within a few days, they shared information about who in Chilgok County was having a 60th birthday, a first birthday, or a wedding.
In fact, the way beggars shared information might have greatly inspired the depiction of the Beggars Sect in martial arts fiction as a group with an extensive information network.
On feast days, numerous beggars swarmed in front of the house. The hosts had to feed the beggars well to prevent them from causing trouble.
If the beggars were driven away, it could lead to a big commotion. If someone tried, the beggars would beat loud instruments like gongs to disturb the feast. They even threw filth at invited guests or started quarrels.
No host wanted to have bloodshed on a festive day. Thus, they provided some noodles or pieces of meat to the uninvited guests before sending them on their way.
Those who arrived uninvited to celebrate were treated with a measure of courtesy and tradition.
Of course, not turning away uninvited guests did not equate to welcoming everyone. These visitors simply received a modest meal before being sent off.
Guests with invitations from Gapsu Trading Company or other distinguished attendees were escorted inside to savor delicious food and witness rare spectacles during the main banquet.
Over here.
I followed a servants lead into the inner part of the banquet hall.
There, guests in luxurious attire were indulging in fine cuisine and marveling at unusual performances.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
I, too, wished to join them as one of the guests, but alas, I was not a VIP; I was part of the rare spectacle.
Our performance has ended!
The acrobatic troupe that had performed before me had just concluded their act.
In the world of martial arts, even the circus held a distinct quality. The masters I had observed at the Moyong Family hadnt displayed their swords openly, which made their show seem less impressive. However, the stunts choreographed for the performance were commendable in their own right.
I found myself clapping for them from behind the stage.
Was it my turn next? The pressure was a hundredfold.
Next, its your turn. Go on out.
The servant from Gapsu Trading Company, who had escorted me here, beckoned me forth.
Yes, Im going.
What pressure? As a unique attraction, if youre treated well, you must earn your keep.
I am the storyteller from Joseon, Kang Mo.
With a snap! I unfurled my fan with flair to capture the audiences attention before offering my greeting.
If youre going to invite a storyteller, at least choose one from the Central Plains. Where did you find this barbarian?
Couldnt the renowned Gapsu Trading Company secure a more competent storyteller?
That looks like garb Ive seen in the marketplace once or twice.
There were a few who recognized me, but many did not. I usually wander around the marketplace, and these days, people dont recognize a popular figure.
The reaction before the performance was somewhat cold. Their eyes seemed to say, Lets see what you can do.
Ill tell you the story of the famous Hamurin, the young master of Chilgok County!
Oh!
Finally, he has taken his revenge!
He got his revenge on his stepmother and uncle!
But now Hamurins life is in danger.
Hamurin is poisoned
Surely, he doesnt die in vain after taking his revenge?
Yes, guests, you are right. Hamurin died too. The story of Hamurin was a tragedy.
Ugh! To die like this, poisoned.
I intentionally staggered and knelt on one knee.
No!! Why die after avenging your father!!
Alas! Such a sad story on a festive day!
The audience began to sigh. A few of the female guests were on the verge of crying. Their makeup was getting ruined.
Some invited guests couldnt bear to watch the story anymore and covered their eyes.
But this story didnt end in tragedy.
A paid subscriber said it was too much to show a tragedy on a festive occasion and offered more money to change it to a comedy.
I must use the Beokdokju (), a relic of my father.
I feigned using Beokdokju, a fictional all-cure poison antidote from martial arts novels.
Ah. The Ha family heads relic included a Beokdokju.
That makes sense. How could it end in tragedy? If it had, I wouldve kicked the storytellers cheek!
Ha-ha! Thats an exaggeration!
No joke.
.
Hearing that, I broke out in a cold sweat for a moment. It was a good thing I changed the ending.
Ugh. The poison has been neutralized. I have achieved my revenge. I reached the seventh level of Has sword technique before turning thirty. Oh heavens! Dear departed father! Please watch over me from above! The Ha Family will now rise as the greatest house in Joseon!
I finished the story with my hands raised, looking up at the sky.
Wow! That was interesting!
Much more engaging than the acrobatic troupe!
The stories from Joseon are really fascinating!
I received a round of applause from the guests as I left the stage. I thought I had acted quite well. This is why being in good condition matters.
As I came off the stage, a servant from the Gapsu Trading Company greeted me.
Ive never seen a storyteller who tells stories as well as you!
The servant excitedly patted my shoulder.
Ha-ha. You flatter me.
Not at all! Weve invited many storytellers to Gapsu Trading Company banquets, but Ive never seen anyone tell stories as tastefully as you!
Thank you.
I think I performed well today. It was a performance with all my heart.
Heres a money pouch with your compensation.
I received the money pouch from the servant. Oh wow, its a lot. This was about a months earnings from the marketplace.
The head of Gapsu Trading Company was very satisfied! Theres a special table () prepared for the performers in the small banquet hall. You can eat and drink to your hearts content and stay another day.
Ill enjoy it, thank you.
Now that theres nothing to worry about, I might as well celebrate and have a good time.
Chapter 34: The Crisis Of The Man With Black Hair 3The 60th birthday feast of Im Gapsu, the head of Gapsu Trading Company, was a grand event.Many people flocked to the Gapsu Trading Companys birthday feast in Chilgok County.Business associates, surrounding martial artists, courier service agents, and officials of Chilgok County were among the numerous dignitaries who came to celebrate Im Gapsus 60th birthday and to brighten the occasion.On such a festive day, even uninvited guests were not turned away. Local poor people swarmed to the Gapsu Trading Companys feast to enjoy a bowl of noodles.When I used to wander the Central Plains, I would stop by such feasts for a bowl of noodles. It was a pity that, with black hair, I couldnt disguise myself and come back for another bowl.A bowl of noodles here!For the renowned Gapsu Trading Company, add a piece of meat!As I made my way inside the feast, I saw beggars eating noodles outside the feast house.Especially on feast days, beggars always gathered. When else would beggars get to eat heartily, if not on these feast days?Did you hear? Im Gapsus 60th birthday is in two days.In a week, theres a rich familys childs first birthday in the next village.Beggars seemed to have their own network for sharing feast house information.Within a few days, they shared information about who in Chilgok County was having a 60th birthday, a first birthday, or a wedding.In fact, the way beggars shared information might have greatly inspired the depiction of the Beggars Sect in martial arts fiction as a group with an extensive information network.On feast days, numerous beggars swarmed in front of the house. The hosts had to feed the beggars well to prevent them from causing trouble.If the beggars were driven away, it could lead to a big commotion. If someone tried, the beggars would beat loud instruments like gongs to disturb the feast. They even threw filth at invited guests or started quarrels.No host wanted to have bloodshed on a festive day. Thus, they provided some noodles or pieces of meat to the uninvited guests before sending them on their way.Those who arrived uninvited to celebrate were treated with a measure of courtesy and tradition.Of course, not turning away uninvited guests did not equate to welcoming everyone. These visitors simply received a modest meal before being sent off.Guests with invitations from Gapsu Trading Company or other distinguished attendees were escorted inside to savor delicious food and witness rare spectacles during the main banquet.Over here.I followed a servants lead into the inner part of the banquet hall.There, guests in luxurious attire were indulging in fine cuisine and marveling at unusual performances.Updated from novelbIn.comI, too, wished to join them as one of the guests, but alas, I was not a VIP; I was part of the rare spectacle.Our performance has ended!The acrobatic troupe that had performed before me had just concluded their act.In the world of martial arts, even the circus held a distinct quality. The masters I had observed at the Moyong Family hadnt displayed their swords openly, which made their show seem less impressive. However, the stunts choreographed for the performance were commendable in their own right.I found myself clapping for them from behind the stage.Was it my turn next? The pressure was a hundredfold.Next, its your turn. Go on out.The servant from Gapsu Trading Company, who had escorted me here, beckoned me forth.Yes, Im going.What pressure? As a unique attraction, if youre treated well, you must earn your keep.I am the storyteller from Joseon, Kang Mo.With a snap! I unfurled my fan with flair to capture the audiences attention before offering my greeting.If youre going to invite a storyteller, at least choose one from the Central Plains. Where did you find this barbarian?Couldnt the renowned Gapsu Trading Company secure a more competent storyteller?That looks like garb Ive seen in the marketplace once or twice.There were a few who recognized me, but many did not. I usually wander around the marketplace, and these days, people dont recognize a popular figure.The reaction before the performance was somewhat cold. Their eyes seemed to say, Lets see what you can do.Ill tell you the story of the famous Hamurin, the young master of Chilgok County!Oh!Finally, he has taken his revenge!He got his revenge on his stepmother and uncle!But now Hamurins life is in danger.Hamurin is poisonedSurely, he doesnt die in vain after taking his revenge?Yes, guests, you are right. Hamurin died too. The story of Hamurin was a tragedy.Ugh! To die like this, poisoned.I intentionally staggered and knelt on one knee.No!! Why die after avenging your father!!Alas! Such a sad story on a festive day!The audience began to sigh. A few of the female guests were on the verge of crying. Their makeup was getting ruined.Some invited guests couldnt bear to watch the story anymore and covered their eyes.But this story didnt end in tragedy.A paid subscriber said it was too much to show a tragedy on a festive occasion and offered more money to change it to a comedy.I must use the Beokdokju , a relic of my father.I feigned using Beokdokju, a fictional all-cure poison antidote from martial arts novels.Ah. The Ha family heads relic included a Beokdokju.That makes sense. How could it end in tragedy? If it had, I wouldve kicked the storytellers cheek!Ha-ha! Thats an exaggeration!No joke..Hearing that, I broke out in a cold sweat for a moment. It was a good thing I changed the ending.Ugh. The poison has been neutralized. I have achieved my revenge. I reached the seventh level of Has sword technique before turning thirty. Oh heavens! Dear departed father! Please watch over me from above! The Ha Family will now rise as the greatest house in Joseon!I finished the story with my hands raised, looking up at the sky.Wow! That was interesting!Much more engaging than the acrobatic troupe!The stories from Joseon are really fascinating!I received a round of applause from the guests as I left the stage. I thought I had acted quite well. This is why being in good condition matters.As I came off the stage, a servant from the Gapsu Trading Company greeted me.Ive never seen a storyteller who tells stories as well as you!The servant excitedly patted my shoulder.Ha-ha. You flatter me.Not at all! Weve invited many storytellers to Gapsu Trading Company banquets, but Ive never seen anyone tell stories as tastefully as you!Thank you.I think I performed well today. It was a performance with all my heart.Heres a money pouch with your compensation.I received the money pouch from the servant. Oh wow, its a lot. This was about a months earnings from the marketplace.The head of Gapsu Trading Company was very satisfied! Theres a special table prepared for the performers in the small banquet hall. You can eat and drink to your hearts content and stay another day.Ill enjoy it, thank you.Now that theres nothing to worry about, I might as well celebrate and have a good time.
