Chapter 131

"Now, a freshly caught pig is 20 pennies a pound, cheap!"

"Oh my, how nice. Garakji fits so well. Originally, it was one nyang, but because her fingers are pretty, it's half nyang. how is it?"

"If I were to tell you about this single pill, even if I take just one pill, my mind clears up and my strength surges… … The streets were filled with endlessly lined street stalls and the loud cries of cast traders.

When I saw the streets of Taiyuan filled with people, I stuck out my tongue. There are so many people.'

The face is also quite diverse. There were not only street vendors, but also quack medicine sellers, people dressed in smooth silk, and beggars who were desperate.

 Murim people wearing swords at their waists were also seen, but people did not show much interest and continued their work.

'They say it's the capital of Shanxi Province.'

There are dozens of prefectures in Shanxi Province, but Taiyuan occupies a special place among them.

 Thanks to its many advantages, it was once the capital of a certain dynasty in the distant past.

Of course, that dynasty has long since perished, but even then Taiyuan has continued to develop… … I heard from the late Hyuk Moo-jin.

'That must be the reason Taewon Jinga was able to endure for 300 years.'

Abundant materials and manpower. and economic power.

Come to think of it, even though some idiot robbed the family money and poured it all into Giru, he still had the strength to wage war against the Hangsan checkpoint.

If it wasn't Taewon's Jinga, but Hangsan's Jinga, he'd have already walked out on the streets wearing a side bag.

 'You cannot pass through Taiyuan without stepping on the land of Taiyuan Jinga.'

Hyuk Moo-jin asked me as I remembered what I heard the other day.

"What do you think?"

"It's good to have good land speculation. what kind of thoughts."

"yes?"

"There is such a thing, you… …

"You don't have to know?"

"I know."

"I'm tired of saying that now."

 "Yeah, I'm bored of you too."

"Then why did you bring me?"

"Even if your mouth is crooked, let's speak right. I didn't bring it, my eldest brother gave it to me."

 Qin Yujing sent me first in preparation for tomorrow's luncheon with the Lord of Shanxi Province. Since he is a child with a lot of capriciousness, it seems that he intends to adjust as much as possible without making any noise.

Anyway, because of that, Hyuk Moo-jin accompanied me. A native of Taewon, he was a perfect fit for an attendant in many ways.

"Come to think of it, isn't this your hometown?"

 "It's my hometown, that's right."

Hyuk Moo-jin stared at the street with complicated eyes.

"It's only been five years… … A lot has changed."

"I must have stopped by several times in between."

"No, I've never been there before."

I was surprised by the unexpected story.

 "Not once in five years?"

"I started martial arts a little late. Any tips on how to catch up with others? I have no choice but to work tenfold or twentyfold."

Mmm."

 "I didn't expect you to come back like this."

It's been a long time no, it's almost the first time I've seen a serious look.

If you think about it, Hyuk Moo-jin was a top-notch master who behaved flawlessly in everything he did. It's because there are so many monsters around him, but he's not at a low level.

 It must have been possible because of the hard work and hard work. Adding to that…

'He seems to have some talent.'

[Lv.48 Hyukmujin]

 The rapidly increasing level is proof of that.

Isn't this guy suddenly becoming a master at this?

Despite my new gaze, Hyuk Moo-jin, who had visited his hometown for the first time in a long time, was busy with sentimentality.

"Oh, that lady is still there."

It's a happy yet sad voice.

Hyuk Mu-jin raised his hand and pointed to a gray-haired middle-aged woman selling various snacks in front of a small stall.

 "Do you like bingdang horo (? 糖葫芦)?"

Normally, I would have asked to stop talking nonsense and go on my way, but the atmosphere is unusual. I responded as kindly as possible.

"I have never eaten it since I was born."

 "When I was young, I wanted to eat Bingdang horo that much. If I squatted in front of the stall and sucked my fingers, the lady would give me one or two."

Hyuk Moo-jin smiled bitterly and continued.

"You don't know how much I envied the other kids at times like that. The image of them holding their parents' hands tightly and walking around the streets buying sweets and snacks… I still remember them."

What should I do with this atmosphere?

I thought there would be a story to some extent, but I didn't expect the story to flow like this.

'I should have noticed that you've been here for the first time in five years.'

There are exceptionally many orphans here in Moorim. Even if you just look around right now, you can easily spot children in scruffy rags walking around the streets.

'Perhaps he was in a similar situation.'

No family, no reason to come back. When I come, I only recall painful memories of my childhood when I wandered in front of the stalls, wanting to eat Bingdang Horo.

So it may be that he tried to forget the pain through training.

To him, Taewon and Jinga were his home and his colleagues were his family.

'I don't even know… … I've treated you so carelessly.'

 Damn, it makes my nose tingle for no reason.

Hyuk Moo-jin noticed this change in me right away.

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"Why are you like that?"

"No, just. Maybe it's because the fine dust is so bad today, my nose tickles."

 "Fine dust?"

"Let's skip that, shall we eat Bingdang Horo or something?"

"I think it would be better to stop by in advance. If we don't book a room before sunset, we won't have a seat."

 "Hey, how long does it take to eat one of those? It's not that expensive either. Wouldn't you have been well paid for it anyway?"

"That's right."

"Now, let's eat whatever we want and play to our heart's content. I'll give you a lot of sales to repay what you ate from that lady when you were little."

"I wonder if I can use the money I was given to spend on the necessary places like this… …

"Use it, use it all. If anyone says something later, bring it to me."

"What does Gongja Lee say?"

"… … Take that person out and bring him."

Hyuk Moo-jin laughed and spoke in a brighter voice.

"Then, shall we eat Bingdang Horo or something?"

 "Yeah, I'm drooling because I've been watching it since earlier."

It was a word that was fully conscious of Hyuk Moo-jin.

The day after tomorrow, you'll be thirty, and you're salivating over fruit candy.

'It's okay if it makes me feel better.'

That guy also had a hard time following me. He was scolded and beaten whenever he had a chance, and he passed the test of death several times because he only met monsters when he did quests.

The first meeting with Hyuk Moo-jin was obviously bad luck, but not anymore.

 "Hey, Mujin."

Hyuk Moo-jin, who was about to walk toward the stall, hesitated.

"yes? why?"

 "That… the word "Please take good care of me from now on" lingers on the tip of my tongue.

After thinking about it, in the end, only the wrong sound came out.

"Let's eat two each. with a big one."

"Ah, yes."

A conversation between Hyuk Moo-jin and a middle-aged woman flowed into my ears as I looked at the distant mountains out of embarrassment.

"oh! Aren't you Mujin? Hyukmujin, right?"

"long time no see. madam."

"Oh my God, that's right. that's right. I almost didn't recognize you, kid."

"Your mother is still the same."

"Hohoho, thanks for the words. Mujin, how are you? From what I heard, he became unmanned."

"yes. Taewon belongs to Jinga. I'll be promoted to head of the gate soon."

"Tae, is Taewon Jin? sluice prism? OMG, OMG… … It remains to be seen whether or not he will be promoted to sluice gatekeeper, but it is a conversation that naturally puts a smile on his face.

'It sounds like a radio story.'

A kind-hearted lady who used to hand over Bingdang horo to an orphan who always hung around. The child who spent her impoverished childhood finally succeeds after her exhausting efforts and returns as a grown-up and is reunited.

It's a story I've heard at least once somewhere, but the fact that it's touching doesn't change.

"Khom, really, what's in your eye… … Is this yellow dust or fine dust? It must be a yellow dust because the factory hasn't been built yet.

It was at that moment that my eyes became slightly red without even realizing it.

"So, did you visit your parents?"

"Not yet. I plan to stop by today or tomorrow."

"Go quickly. Did you move into your house?"

"Are you moving? Where?"

"I went to a large manor on the other side of the road. Nishikigoi were also released in the pond and raised."

"Oh yeah?"

parents? move? Nishikigoi in a large manor?

for a moment. this is kinda weird Embarrassed, I asked Hyuk Moo-jin, who was returning with the Bingdang Holo.

"What are you talking about?"

"yes? What?"

"Are your parents alive?"

Hyuk Moo-jin looked at me like a madman.

"Why are you killing your perfectly fine parents?"

"No, that's not it… then what did you say earlier?"

"What do you mean?"

"Bingdang Lake. You said you sucked your finger all the time because you couldn't eat that?"

"I didn't eat. My parents forbade me to eat because my teeth were rotting. The merchants here know that my parents have extreme personalities, so they didn't sell it to me on purpose, but only he secretly took care of it one by one."

"… … Are you envious of the kids who hold hands with their parents?"

"The business in our house is so good that we don't have much time. I played alone, what."

 "So, you say you have family in Taewon and haven't come back for five years?"

"I left home and left a letter because I didn't want to inherit the family business. Since the head of the family is my father's ballroom friend, he must have known everything about me."

"You said so much for a year or two, but suddenly the youngest was born and I didn't have to carry on the family business, so after that you didn't say anything."

Hyuk Mu-jin, who was looking around with his neck stretched, raised his hand and pointed at something.

"Oh, there it is. See? That building belongs to my parents… … It got bigger while I was gone."

I turned my head following Hyuk Moo-jin's fingers.

A towering, huge five-story hall and a signboard written in large letters catch the eye.

[Hyukga Fabric Store]

Hyuk Moo-jin smiled proudly.

"This is the largest clothing store in Taewon.

There are also branches in Hanam and Hebuk."

This bastard is also a golden spoon… … .

In such a bloody neighborhood, it was enough to open a chain store.

'What have I done?'

A young boy who sucked his finger because he wanted to eat Bingdang horo?

In fact, the parents of successful entrepreneurs thought of their son's dental health and forbade him to eat.

'No Sibeol, what is this?'

As I stood with my mouth open, Hyuk Moo-jin handed me the Bingdang Horo in his hand.

"Okay, have one. I specially picked the biggest and brightest one.

In this area, the Bingdanghoro that he sells is the best."

"Such amber color… … "

He swallowed the swear words welling up to his throat and bit down on the Bingdang horo.

"Let's go quickly and get a room."

"Already? I just spent a few pennies… …

"mind! is that your money? It's a guard given to you when you need it, guard!"

"No, just a while ago, you said that we were going to spend a lot of time and play?"

"I've had enough fun with this. When the sun goes down, the rooms are full. If I'm late for lunch tomorrow because I'm having a bad night's sleep today, will you be responsible?"

Honghwa guest cup.

As can be seen from the name of the inn written on the board, this place was one of the places where Haomen reached out.

'Honghwaru at night. The lodging is a guesthouse in Honghwa.'

Hey, whoever thought it was, he was determined to rip and eat drunkards up to their spines.

"Let's go in."

It was the time when he was about to approach the entrance of the inn with Hyuk Moo-jin, whose snout had come out from earlier.

"Um, I'm sorry."

It was a strangely haunting voice. The owner of a dreamy, hazy, child-like voice was a sad young man.

'This feeling… … The moment I turned around and met his clear eyes, I couldn't breathe.

It was a different kind of momentum than Jin Mu-gyeong.

[Lv.??? Cheongpung]

The appearance of another climax. Amidst the tension, the lips of the young man, Cheongpung, opened.

"If you'll excuse me, can I eat one with Bingdangho?"

"...?"

what the f*ck are you doing again