episode_0289

It had been raining continuously for several days, and it was a heavy downpour, so it was not surprising that the soft ground of the mountain collapsed in one place.

Fortunately, it was a sound I heard from far away, but it was true that I felt uneasy afterwards.

Are you okay here?

It won’t just fall apart, right?

But there is no other way.

In ancient times, night was nothing but darkness without any light source other than the moonlight.

The only lighting an individual can carry is a torch or a lantern, so on a night with heavy rain, even that is completely helpless.

Therefore, you cannot go down the mountain at night, and there is no guarantee that it will be safe if you do so.

It would be safer at the top of the mountain.

At least you didn’t build a mountain house on a place that was about to collapse, right? Even if they are ignorant bandits?

After making his decision, Cheong headed inside the mountain lodge.

Should I say it’s under a huge roof?

Under a roof built without walls, the entrance to a building with a large bonfire lit on one side is clearly visible.

It is only natural that bandits would not sleep on the ground in a shelter with only the roof raised.

So is it a bandit? Just a barbarian.

hmm? I guess it’s a barbarian.

Anyway, the way to find the best room was obvious, so all I had to do was follow the hallway and find the fanciest door.

Since people without authority tend to be hung up on authority, at the end of the hallway there is a large door decorated in gold and red with a lantern hanging on it, saying, ‘I’m here, this is the room that the big man uses.’ and reveals its presence.

Since it was not my house and I was not a guest anyway, Cheong, who had both hands sealed to Seoliri, boldly kicked the door with a restrained movement.

When the sole hits the flesh accurately, the door collapses like a drawbridge, revealing the inside.

And inside –

“Mrs. The smell of a widower… … ”

There is a lot of contempt for Cheong’s one and only beauty.

As soon as I knocked down the door, I felt like my nose was going to run out from the strong smell of a widower.

At least the bed looks good.

It’s wide, tall, and high, so you can see it’s a luxurious bed, and it’s soft, but it’s covered in silk. hmm.

The feeling that it was a high-quality product suitable for the bed remained, and the color turned yellow from the center to the end of the bed. As I got closer, I realized that the source of this strong, strong widower’s smell was the blanket that had been roughly lumped together with the bed and thrown away.

When Cheong picked up the blanket and spread it out, he suddenly smelled something similar to a chestnut flower, but much more fishy and unpleasant, with a damp smell.

Oh, it’s dirty, it’s dirty.

This is a blanket, a rag.

Cheong carefully put down Seoliri and picked up the blanket and wrapped it around Seoliri.

The child, who was in such rags and got drenched in the rain, had to maintain his body temperature first.

Seoliri turns her head with difficulty and follows Cheong with her big eyes.

“Smell… … .”

“What if it smells a bit? Well, no matter how dirty it is, it’s a blanket, so why would you pee on it? The best you can do is the sweat and saliva shed by the bandit leader. Well, that much. I just limped a bit badly.”

Cheong’s expression was bitter as he said that.

It’s not that it’s not, ugh, after saying it out loud, it was more creepy and dirty than I thought.

Seoliri, whose eyes were wide with tears, was startled and tried to squirm, but frowned while making a painful groan.

“Look. Even though I’m not feeling well. I’m waiting for you. Because I’m bringing a change of clothes, no, I’m bringing a change of clothes.”

I’m so desperate to get out of this smelly space as quickly as possible that I’m at a loss for words.

Cheong, who was heading back to the carriage, suddenly looked outside.

“This damn rain is really pouring down.”

This was the first time in five years that we had seen such endless rain.

Well, around the fifth year, it was time to experience heavy rain.

But do you think the master is still alive?

Since my clothes were wet anyway, I went off the roof toward the puddle where Cheong had roughly thrown.

The rain was so strong that it hit your face with a cool sound.

I saw three corpses with missing limbs, and the master foaming with blood lying among them.

With a little over 300 points of bad karma, wow, I’m still alive.

Maybe it’s because he’s a bad guy, but his strings are tough.

However, even if the name of the world was in front of me right now, it would be difficult to live.

If I thought I could survive in the first place, I wouldn’t have thrown it, so it was just a whim and a hassle to finish it, but it wasn’t neglect, telling me to live if I live and die if I die.

what. It’s insignificant.

Cheong, who lost interest, turned around.

After taking his clothes from the carriage and rushing back inside, Cheong kicked down every door he could see and looked inside.

No matter how high-quality the bed, it’s so dirty and smelly, it’s not like any other smell, it’s like a widower’s smell, so I feel like my lungs are being polluted, so I just can’t sleep there.

However, if the boss is like that, what difference does it make if it is in a different room?

In fact, it was to the point where I could say that the boss’s room, which he shared alone, was better, and the rooms that were shared by several guys who didn’t wash were worse at best, not less, wow.

Then I came out to the kitchen and looked at the ingredients. Luckily, I think I’ll be able to eat a big breakfast. hmm? what?

There is another side door inside the food warehouse.

It was locked tightly, so Cheong pretended to be a barbarian again and kicked it.

“Evil.”

Basically, when you kick something, the more the object is smashed, the less impact it receives on your body.

On the other hand, if the target is fine, the impact of the kick will come back intact, so Cheong frowned at his throbbing ankle.

what? Looks like a piece of metal?

Cheong’s eyes lit up when he saw a lock the size of two fists on the door.

come. Did you hear something good? treasure house?

The lock was strong, but the iron ring attached to it was not. When Cheong grabbed the lock and turned it, the iron ring twisted and fell off.

So, the stairs leading to the basement were revealed, so I went down with a lantern and, wow, my goodness.

The entire small warehouse was glistening with yellowish brilliance catching the light. Wow, gold!

Cheong held in his hand a gold ingot called a golden crown.

Originally, gold was a very heavy object compared to its volume, so its precious weight felt heavy in the hand.

ah. This is why there were two peak peaks.

A rough count of the number of gold bars was over 40 crowns, so this was a huge amount of money that the two Chojeoljeongs had to protect.

and. these guys.

Did you collect this much gold by stealing?

How much did you tell me?

Cheong regretted it later.

They said they shouldn’t have killed him gracefully.

Even though it was called banditry, I thought they were doing it to make ends meet and make a living.

It’s a completely criminal enterprise. Very bastards.

Anyway, he was in the wrong today.

If you want to sleep on the street, it’s okay to sleep, but if you drag a woman into that black man’s sweat and spit, ugh, it’s disgusting, really.

I can’t sleep on a bed that’s so filthy, and besides, I’m not particularly tired just because I haven’t slept in a day.

I’m going to let Sojeo, who’s sick, sleep there, and I’m going to thoroughly raid the bandits’ den.

When I returned to the smell room, Seoliri was making a soft, cute snoring sound.

Now I see that it’s not because I have a cold, but because I tend to snore a little.

“Seol Sojeo. Change your clothes and sleep. I’m going to catch a cold again.”

“Yes… … ”

He seemed to be the type of person to answer when someone talked to him in his sleep, but he answered while snoring loudly.

Then, Cheong unwrapped the blanket wrapped around him and, uh, the smell… …

Wet and damp clothes don’t come off easily. The child is droopy and half-asleep, and if you raise his hand, he won’t respond by saying yes, but is just in a state of fainting.

At a time when it is difficult to breathe because of the smell, I wonder what kind of effort it is to take off wet clothes, wipe the body with cotton, and even change into dry clothes at this time of night.

Not a kid, really. It’s of no use.

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As a result of Cheong’s search of the living quarters last night, in addition to gold bars, he was able to find a reasonable amount of money, weapons that could be sold as scrap metal, and several books of secret value.

However, among them, there are only two blue martial arts that are included in the martial arts window, and the rest are the Great Power Sepulcher Art, the Light Dragon Sword Art, and the Eight-Buch Heavenly Janggon, and although the names are very grand, there is no reaction even if you touch, unfold, or look at them.

This meant that it was not a proper salary.

Well, what can bandits believe in to teach good martial arts to their subordinates?

Most likely, a defect was created by leaving out a key part or twisting the luck somewhere.

They moved all the gold bars into the wagon luggage compartment and piled up a lot of weapons to sell as scrap metal on top to serve as camouflage.

And then, because it was still the middle of the night, Cheong went into the carriage and spent some time covering himself with a blanket.

I may or may not have dozed off.

And then it is morning.

In the morning, the rain lessened and fell lightly, and the thick dark clouds that had been blocking the sky disappeared a bit, so even though it was cloudy, it felt like the day was bright.

ah. Wasn’t there a landslide last night?

Cheong puts on his hat and jumps up onto the watchtower, which he didn’t even know existed last night, and looks down the mountain.

ah. I guess it wasn’t a landslide.

Perhaps it was a strategic decision, but trees were placed so that one could clearly see down from the top of the watchtower.

As a result, the mountain path up the mountain was clearly visible, and while the bottom of the ridge was visible, there was a terrible scene at the bottom of the mountain that appeared through the morning mist.

It was a flood, not a landslide.

The tributary of the Yellow River flowing south of Gamsan overflowed.

It is literally a barren field, with grayish mud and fallen trees forming a thick band from the east to the west, all the way to the end of the field of view.

If it was down there… …

Afterwards, I realized that if the coachman hadn’t dragged me alive, I would have been caught up in it.

The road ran right next to the drop river below Gamsan Mountain, so no matter how hard I looked for traces of it, I couldn’t see a single pebble on the road.

Mr. coachman. It had such a big meaning.

I didn’t even know that… … .

Since I did one good thing before I died, maybe King Yeomna will shorten my sentence by a little.

Cheong is not good at cooking, but that doesn’t mean he can’t cook.

Actually, Cheong is not that picky about his tastes.

It’s not that I’m not picky, it’s that I’m the type of person who doesn’t have a particular tongue and just rushes into whatever I eat, thinking it’s delicious or worth eating.

And it is difficult for this type to cook well.

However, Cheong also had an amazing memory of the taste of the various ingredients he ate.

As a result, dishes that are roughly stir-fried in oil in an iron pot turn out to be edible.

I put the dried meat in the pot, roughly chopped down the odorous plants, poured in the rice and barley water, and brought it to a boil, making a large pot of porridge.

“Seol Sojeo? Stop sleeping and eat breakfast. I should go down quickly. I have prepared porridge.”

“porridge.”

Seoliri opened her eyes at the sound of porridge and tried to get up, but then fell back into bed with a sigh.

“Seol Sojeo?Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

They keep saying it’s okay.

Yesterday, when I cleaned my body, I saw that there were black bruises all over my body.

It was difficult to find skin color on the entire back, shoulders, arms, and outside of the legs, but the inside of the torso and the inside of the arms and legs were fine and white.

This means that he could not fight back and just curled up in a circle and continued to be beaten.

So, you won’t get bone disease all over your body.

No, the drone has to counterattack.

If you’re imitating a bean bug, doesn’t that mean you have no choice but to be beaten until you die?

So grab your hair and drag me.

His skills are poor, but his attitude is also terrible.

Just the real face, the woman’s face… … .

“I can’t stand?Please lift me up?”

“No.”

Seoliri said that and with great difficulty, slowly and with difficulty, like an old man who was about to die, he barely managed to get up.

Then, he sticks to the wall and follows with his hands, barely able to take one step at a time.

Cheong also had no intention of hugging someone he didn’t like, so he just slowly took the lead.

So eat a big breakfast.

And then we have to leave.

“Can you drive the carriage?”

“I will.”

“No, if you do something wrong, you’ll end up getting along poorly. It’s not a question of whether you can or can’t, but can you or can’t you?”

Seoliri bit her lip.

The spirit is low, but what kind of carriage can a bitch drive when her spoon is shaking while she is eating porridge?

As Cheong’s eyes narrowed, Seoliri gave a different answer.

“I’ll let you know.”

“What?Driving a carriage?”

“Yes.”

“If I tell you that, will it be done all at once?”

“It’s easy.”

Cheong likes living evildoers, but does not like dead flesh and bones.

There was no way he could remain in the living mess, which was a mess with only corpses.

So, my first experience as a Qing coachman!

Surprisingly, it’s easy.

As expected, horses also have eyes.

Moreover, horses are very timid creatures.

Since creatures with eyes are very timid, they are aware of obstacles and will quickly take damage. If it seems dangerous, the horse will first refuse and will never try to go.

The reason why war horses are so expensive is because it is very difficult to train such a timid animal to charge at the enemy.

Lady, being a coachman was really a very raw job.

That was natural.

The reason that being a coachman is considered one of the five most humble jobs in the world is that it is an easy job that anyone can do.

Of course, it takes a lot of skill to drive at high speed, check the road conditions, and drive comfortably, but if the only purpose is to pull the carriage, the horse will pull it on its own just fine, as long as anyone holds the reins.

Horses also prefer to walk on well-paved, solid roads rather than among bushes or trees.

The road was slippery and downhill.

However, since the mountain village was a base for carriages to go up and down, it was possible to go down the winding, gentle slope.

The wheels kept getting stuck in the mud.

But here were the human transcendent Chojeolcheong, Yeohangjeok, and the human geojunggi Seomuncheong.

If it falls out while driving the carriage, you have to push it out, go back to the driver’s seat and look at the horse’s swaying buttocks, and then it falls out again.

They said the horse was smart, and it was indeed so.

As soon as the carriage pulls out, it stops, turns its head and looks at Cheong.

As if he was asking me why I wouldn’t get out of the car quickly.

After that, a tantrum creeps in.

No, what kind of trouble is this?

Seolhwa: Knowing how to drive a carriage was my only advantage, other than my face, but now I guess I can do it all.