episode_0409

A new signboard has gone up at Jingajang.

Cheonhajinga (天下振家).

These are four letters that majestically fill the frame.

I did write it down first.

Cheong is still cautious.

People say that his handwriting is good, but from Cheong’s perspective, isn’t it an ordinary font that he always saw in his hometown?

Since I have never studied handwriting, I thought it was just a shell that imitated the outside, without any philosophy or imagery behind its shape.

Although martial arts were cooked in a different way than other martial artists and eaten raw, in fact, the enlightenment itself that reached its peak was not Qing’s.

So, it is a way to feel proud that you have achieved something by yourself.

Although the carpenter work relied on his monstrous physical ability, he learned the tricks himself by watching and trying hard, and the same goes for the doctor’s job.

However, there is no effort at all in the handwriting, so I just write as it is written, but it is as if people around me are making a fuss and tapping my forehead vigorously.

It’s like they’re making such a fuss that they’re doing well just by breathing, so they can’t shake off the embarrassment.

However, Jin Ga-ju just smiles.

Although he was originally a gentle person with a smile on his face, he had the most excited expression that Cheong had ever seen.

“Is it okay if the writing is not on the sign board?”

The font used on the signboard is set to a few letters.

Even if it’s not the law of the land, is it something that should be done?

Otherwise, you will be criticized for making a nasty joke on the signboard with baseless writing and on the first impression that represents the group.

“This is better writing than any signboard font I have ever seen in my life. I guarantee it.”

However, if you talk to people in the central plains about the Qing hometown standard font, it is a whole new world that will make their eyes pop out.

It is not a handwriting that has been roughly weighted, but a font of a group whose form has been properly established through the heavy time spent on each and every stroke.

Even though the font used on the plaque is set, isn’t it said that the words written by a virtuous monk or a person as high as the Emperor are more valuable?

Cheong’s handwriting is worth it.

In fact, even if Cheong has the worst handwriting in the world and is at the level of writing or scribbling, isn’t this handwriting bestowed by the princess herself?

“I would like to treat you with the courtesy of a great master, but the Cheonhwageom would be burdensome, right?”

“Yes.”

Jin Ga-ju smiles as if he knew that would happen.

This easy-going young genius is very shallow about his abilities, and always humbly says that they are only at this level.

There is no rudeness or arrogance that comes from self-confidence that young masters usually have.

So how could it not be pretty?

How on earth could senior Yeo Gwang-gyeon have such a fairy-like disciple?

How could heaven give birth to Yeo Gwanggyeon and bring in Cheonhwageom as his disciple?

i envy you! I’m dying of envy!

Originally, children’s clothes were the best among all blessings in the world, and there was no distinction between children and disciples.

At the martial arts competition, the great mother had a smiling, elderly attitude and never once showed signs of madness, so I think it was entirely because of her disintegration in her later years and her transformation as a person.

Although the children are evaluated as being very upright in character, as they resemble their gentle and gentle father.

Compliments like, “You have a really good personality.” In fact, there’s nothing more to it than your personality… … The reason it sounds like a swear word is because it’s Abby’s heart.

Jinjagang’s eyes looking at Cheong are literally like a sharp diamond shape, like something you would see in a picture book about Cheong’s hometown.

Cheong, feeling extremely burdened, quietly averts his gaze.

Jinjagang’s attitude is not excessive.

The eyes of Jinga people looking at the signboard are red.

The tilted plaque was a sign of Jin family’s broken war spirit, but more than that, it was also a memorial to his deceased relatives.

Therefore, Jinga’s feelings as he looks at the new four letters are not just the end of getting a great letter, but it gives him a vague hope that things will go well again in the future.

Perhaps he really liked the writing, or perhaps he wanted to show off that his true value was still intact, he opened the front door in a completely unusual way.

It can be said to be a very unconventional measure, considering that even ordinary citizens or workers cannot enter the main gate with tools when they reach a prestigious household.

“Wow, the handwriting is very masterful. How long does it cost to write something like this?”

“Wake up from your dream. Does it mean that there is only gold and silver? It’s all connections, connections.”

“Who wants it? I’m curious as to how much it would be like if there was only one letter in scroll form. I don’t know why our ancestors didn’t leave even a single piece of paper behind?”

“ Are you going to leave it behind when this bastard is trying to sell it off? Wow, the writing looks very black and glaring. These are the best three things in Guangdong.”

And so Jinga’s full-scale construction began.

—-

Restoration of Jinjiajang begins with the wall.

The old tiles are taken down and a new, shiny head that has never been used after coming out of the kiln is placed.

If you spray seawater on the wall to wash off the dust and apply ash to refurbish it, regardless of whether it looks bad on the inside, from the outside it will look straight and look like a newly built wall.

It is a large-scale mobilization of personnel that seems to be showing off.

His son, Ho So-in, has already disappeared, so Cheong thinks he may not want to help with the restoration project.

In the first place, he was the one who was in charge and all.

Because I can’t imagine hanging out with the workers, carrying and stacking tiles.

Gyeon Po-hee says that no matter what she does, she is happy as long as she has Cheong.

But Cheong is not fun at all.

It is not a job that requires any skill, nor is it a job of tapping and tasting.

Painting the wall brings back bad memories, and putting up roof tiles is just a series of simple repetitive tasks.

Also, the good karma of his sister-in-law, who always sticks next to Cheong, and the number approaching 500 are very nerve-wracking.

My sister-in-law, who had just over a hundred points of bad karma when I first saw her, is already close to reaching 500 points of good karma.

However, it cannot be said that the mother-in-law is evil in nature, just because she lacks love.

However, when looking at Gyeon Po-hee’s numbers, Yeom Hwi-young’s numbers inevitably come to mind as well.

But what about the son appellant?

Is it possible to replace 1,000 points of bad karma with 1,000 points of good karma?

If a person accumulates 1,000 points of bad karma and 1,100 points of good karma, and the score is 100, can we really say that he is a good person?

Or, on the contrary, if I accumulate 1,000 points of good karma and 1,100 bad karma, and the 100 points are crossed over in red, will I become an evil person who can just be harassed and killed as usual?

Is it a matter of simply adding and subtracting and in the end it can be said that the jeweler loses 30 pieces of gold?

It reminds me of the fantasy of Emperor Mucheon or Emperor Mucheon, who scoffed at me for saying something stupid.

How on earth could the old man be so confident in dismissing it as an idiot?

Cheong’s hand, which was laying the roof tile, slows down and eventually stops, staring blankly into space.

With her hands trembling, Gyeon Po-hee asks with a worried expression.

“Sister-in-law? Where does it hurt?”

“Huh? no. just. a little. I feel.”

“How are you feeling? Then no! What do we do? Should I hug you?”

“Huh? Yes.”

Being held in my sister-in-law’s arms makes me feel a little calm.

But, do you plan to keep putting it off?

After learning about Yeom Hwi-young’s identity, I tried not to think about it.

Fortunately, my mom is just as shocked as me, so, wow, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

is not it? Did I do something wrong? If Gu Ning or Nana had said she was the mother, would I have been so shocked? Isn’t this man-hating?

No, no. Don’t try to avoid it again.

Cheong gathered his instincts to dodge away.

We have to come to a conclusion somehow.

Even if you keep avoiding it because you don’t want to think about it, there will eventually come a time when you can’t avoid it.

“Matriarch, I’m going to go home early today.”

“Are you okay? My complexion is not good.”

“Well, a little. So I’m going to rest early.”

“Well, I would like to give the audience a chance, but it would still stink. Rest well, and if you’re still feeling unwell, you don’t have to come out, so just get yourself together first.”

Jinjagang kindly encourages you to get some rest.

So I returned home in my mother-in-law’s arms.

As I was lying in my sister-in-law’s arms on a soft bed and trying to organize my thoughts, hmmm.

If you do a lot of good things, can you say it’s okay to do some bad things?

If you have about 1,000 points of good karma, even if you kill a good citizen out of boredom and lose about 100 points, you still have 900 points, right?

On the other hand, I also think it is a ridiculous leap.

The way people live is not a series of choices, like choosing a fingerprint on a screen.

If you leave a person with high good karma alone, his or her good karma will continue to increase, because a good person will continue to stick to a good way of life.

The same would be true for the wicked.

Unless you suddenly lose your mind or there is some equally shocking event.

But it can change, right?

Hasn’t everyone changed?

My mother-in-law, her son Ho-ho, that bastard, my grandfather, and the escapees from the Seol family business.

Did all the evil people I killed, the people I tortured for fun and throw away like trash, ever have a chance to change?

I, I.

Am I good?

Assassin, also a pleasure killer. It was just good luck… … .

“Sister-in-law? Sister-in-law!?”

“Huh?”

When Cheong suddenly came to his senses at the sound of a desperately calling voice, he found himself in the arms of Gyeon Po-hee, who was hugging him tightly.

“My sister-in-law, isn’t it a little tight?”

“Ah. Are you out of your mind? Sister-in-law, I was so nervous. While breaking out in a cold sweat. are you okay? Where does it hurt? Seizure again? Is it like that again when you were at Shingyo?”

Gyeon Po-hee’s expression as she looks at Cheong looks like she might burst into tears at any moment.

Cheong, reflected in Gyeon Po-hee’s eyes, also had the same expression, but Cheong somehow did not notice as he lowered his head and was unable to meet Eui-mae’s eyes.

Lady, I didn’t want to think about this because I was afraid it would happen.

However, a person’s mind is not designed to stop paying attention just because they don’t want to think about it.

So no matter how hard you try to get rid of them, dirty thoughts that you don’t want to think about keep coming.

Cheong finally made a decision.

“Sister-in-law. Can I touch your breasts?”

It’s embarrassing, but didn’t they say that running away is also helpful?

I really don’t know anything.

Should we trust these numbers?

Even if you believe it, why, why on earth are you teaching me that this guy is a bad guy and this guy is a good person?

If you want to show it, you can either separate it into good and bad karma and show it separately.

Is it really necessary to put them all together and make people feel dirty, confused, and irritated?

I don’t know, I’ll just massage my breasts. do.

—-

As the restoration work of Jinjiajang began in earnest, there is another group that has lost its footing.

This is Gwangju Seonbang.

The Salwol Sect is on a watch-and-see basis, and a great disaster has struck Geumjeokbang and is continuing to strike.

But we don’t know each other’s circumstances.

Because the relationship between the three factions is not very good.

It’s not that it’s not good, but in fact, it’s unpleasant to be grouped into the three major schools.

There must be only one tiger on one peak. (Tigers’ opinions may differ.)

After driving out Jinga, there must be only one force that will ultimately hold hegemony over the land of Gwangju.

Therefore, Gwangju Seonarkju openly sacrificed itself.

The intention is to see what is going on and store up strength until Jin-ga retreats, and then attack him later.

Of course, since his intentions were so obvious, the two remaining factions were actually seething inside, and they had reached an unspoken agreement that once Jinga was kicked out, they would join hands and take down that bastard first.

However, that is also the story after Jinga was kicked out.

If Jinga is wriggling around like this and looks like he’s going to show off again, no matter how much he watches, Gwangju Seonbang, who said he’ll kill Gwangju and eat Gwangju, can’t just watch.

And originally, people live the way they used to live.

Just as good people always stop to help when they see someone in need, the actions of evil-minded people do the same thing as if they were orchestrated.

So, I just use the same method I had fun with before.

However, the situation is different now than before.

At least when I was carrying out the trick earlier, there was no office in the city.

And now there was Cheong.