Late at night.
Chung-Myung sneaked into the back of the writer's house without anyone knowing.
His face covered in nocturnal clothing couldn't stop smiling.
Why didn't I think of this?'
No. It's not that I didn't think about it. I just didn't have to think.
So far, there has been no need for a season in Hwasan, and even if it is, it has not been able to cut off a season in its later years.
Even if there's a huge amount of later life buried under that little hill.
"Oh, my God!"
Chung-Myung looked at the small mountain behind Jang's place with a new look.
'If it weren't for you, you'd be twice as hard.'
No. What's double?
I was almost robbed and kicked out of everything. Thinking about that time makes my nose cold...…. No, it was Chung-Myung who started pulling his back.
'Oh, come on.'
Come to think of it, I've come this far.
Didn't he grab the head of Moonpa who was about to fall on the street because he didn't have the money to eat and dragged him here?
"Phew, but there's a long way to go. There's a long way to go."
Anyway, I'm sure I'll get better after I figure this out!
Chung-Myung glared at the mountain with his eyes tightened.
"Yeah, this isn't the time!"
With his sword pulled out, he took a deep breath and hardened his complexion.
Whip, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
A pile of dirt spouted out like a pouring stream. Chung-Myung swung the sword like a pickaxe and cut the soil like tofu.
Chung-Myung, who dug into the mountain in an instant, turns and moves forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of soil sprinkling sounded like rain.
I had a hard time then.'
It's not work now. I could instantly realize how strong he has become over the past two years and months.
Chung-Myung, who cut off the rock blocking the front with a sword, measured the direction.
At this point...….'
Down. There you go.
I used to open up the front organ and go in, but this time I was going to change my method. If you keep touching the institution, there's a high possibility that Hyun Jong will notice, and he doesn't have to go through the institution anymore.
"I think it was around here."
Chung-Myung picked up a sword and poked it over his head.
Deep. Deep. Deep.
Chung-Myung's eyes are young.
You dug it well.'
A hard thing got stuck at the end of the sword. There is no way that a rock can stop his sword with a sword on it, so what has now been caught must be the secret fund window of the long-running death penalty that went in the past.…. No, it would be a long note from Hwasan.
Chung-Myung shakes his sword lightly.
Then piles of dirt poured down on his head, revealing a black, square ceiling.
Chung-Myung said admirably, looking at the exposed ceiling, the floor of the Bigo.
"Wow! Long sentence! I can't believe you're so generous!"
You took out all the treasures in the warehouse and now you're going to cut the notes!
I don't know what to do with this priest!
- Hey, you're like a robber. - Hey. - Hey.….
"Oh, I'll talk to you later, later. I'm busy right now."
Chung-Myung, who pushed away the auditory hallucination, picks up the sword and pokes at the bottom of the comment.
'It's definitely solid.'
The season of later life is the season of later life. If it had not raised its history recently, it would not have even been able to cut it.
"But not now."
Chung-Myung opened his eyes slightly thin.
And slowly moved the sword.The history of Danjeon began to rise like wildfire in response to his movement. In an instant, the history of the whole body quickly swept into the sword.
A clear check rang out from Chung-Myung's sword.
Chung-Myung slowly lifted up the sword with a slightly blank expression.
His sword slowly drew a smooth line.
Chung-Myung, who wielded the sword once, recovered it and pushed it into the sword.
Chung-Myung, who opened his eyes wide again, raises his head with a happy face.
At that moment, the fountain Hancheol, which was cut into a circle, falls on Chung-Myung's head.
Chung-Myung's toes flinched as it fell to the floor.
"Turn it off."
He whined away the season that covered his body and spat out insults.
"No! You're wearing your hair as a decoration!"
If you cut the ceiling, of course you'll fall! Rotten!
Rubbed down nosebleeds and looked at the season when they fell on the floor.
"Anyway... I think that's enough."
It's almost the size of a person lying down. This size can make any number of large pots.
If there's only one problem...….
"It's thinner than I thought."
It's this size of vibrations, and if it's this thick, you have to fly a couple of pillar roots even if it's made by Shaolin, not Hwasan. If HWASAN does such a thing, he goes bankrupt at once.
Chung-Myung frowned at the iron plate, which had been pulled out to the limit.
Originally, it was planned to dig a thick sheet of iron with a sword and make it into a pot. But it's so thin that there's no place to dig.
"…do I have to bend this?"
Later in life?
Chung-Myung's eyes tremble.
The only way left is to tap the iron plate, bend it, and cast it in a pot shape.
The sad truth is that no one can do such a thing, not to mention this Wasan, but the whole island.
Oh, there must be a place that's possible. Don't you think you can do it if you're a veteran or an elder?
I'll do it with great pleasure.
What a pleasure to be able to help Hwasan. You son of a b*tc*!'
In the end, Chung-Myung sighed deeply, realizing that there was no answer but to do it himself.
"……Yes, I'd rather die than be sick."
Then he sat there and pulled the iron plate and hung it on his lap.
His left hand grabs the bottom of the iron plate.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoosh!
His hands were almost white, exuding enormous heat. At the same time, the iron plate slowly began to heat up red.
Use your right hand to hit the heated part of the iron plate.
"There's nothing going on without me!"
A tearful touch hit the season in full bloom. At the same time, the firmness of the millennium began to bend little by little.
As big as an ant's eye booger.
"No, you son of a b*tc*?"
Fireworks rose in Chung-Myung's eyes.
Who is he?
It's a situation, it's a nonsense, and once you meet something that doesn't go your way, aren't you the one who goes first?
"Oh! Let's see if you win or I win!"
Chung-Myung, who raised his history as much as he could, grabbed his fist and began beating the iron plate to death.
Can! Can! Can! Can! Can! Can! Whoops!
* * *"Well."
Ungak, the owner of Yakdang, woke up with a heavy face.
He hardly slept last night.
The more I think about it, the farther it is.'
In order to make a wedding party, special steel pots such as hancheol and mukcheol are needed.
The problem is that Han-cheol and Muk-cheol are almost impossible to get as much as they want, even if they have money.
Can Chung-Myung really save Han Cheol?'
There is a task left to make a pot out of that one season, but it is something to look for first.
However, no matter how much Chung-Myung is like a goblin, Han-cheol is not a rock on the side of the road, but can he get it in one night?
You should say it's okay.'
It must have been an effort since I boasted, but I think I should comfort myself in moderation because failure is a given.
Ungak sighed low and opened the door and went outside.
"Yeah, just what he's done for me...…. Wow! What a surprise! What's this?"
Ungak, who was walking outside calmly, was startled and stepped back.
His round eyes slowly went down.
Chung-Myung, who snored and fell asleep, was lying down.
What the hell did you do overnight to make it look like a beggar?
My whole body is covered with dirt. And how much sweat I've been sweating, the dirt is stuck in the dirt. Yesterday…….
Woon-gak's eyes slightly turned to the side.
I see a big pot next to Chung-Myung.
It's very big.
Every time there was light in the black pot, there was a blue glow of blue. It was a season that I had never seen before.
"Stop, don't tell me."
Ungak's body trembled.
Oh, I don't think so.
Ungak slowly pulled out the sword at the waist. Then he pushed his history into the sword.
Swallowing his dry mouth, he struck the pot with a determined determination.
In time he stared blankly at my sword, which had been neatly broken and broken in two.
Is it breaking?
The sword you pushed in the sword broke?
"Ha, ha……. Han….…."
"Hey, for the rest of your life?"
This crazy guy really made a pot out of a thousand years old?
He rushed into the pot and hit it several times. However, only his hands hurt as if they were going to break, but he didn't even go to the pot.
"Come on, Jang Moon-in! Long moon, yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Long moon, yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi!"
A frightened Ungak held a pot and started running toward Jang's place.
Only Chung-Myung's snoring was quietly ringing in the yard of the silent pharmacy.
* * *
"Oh, my God, it's the season. I've never seen such a sheep before."
"This is enough, right?"
Elder people gathered around the pot and patted it wonderfully.
"No, Chung-Myung. Where the hell did you get this from?"
You didn't save me!
I knocked it up, you guys!
Oh, my God! The old one is punching the pot all night, and the young ones fall asleep!
Chung-Myung, who sighed deeply, said in a nonchalant way.
"That's not really important."
"He, he is. Yeah, that's not the point!"
Hyun Jong turned his head.
"Woongak! No, Yakdangju!"
"Yes! Long story!"
"Is that enough?"
"I'd like to experiment one last time.""Umm. Got it!"
Hyun Jong approached the pot and touched the bottom. And began to push history as far as it could go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
The pot is starting to heat up.
"Oh! Hang in there!"
"What a time of life! It's so thin that you can withstand it!"
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang couldn't hide their joy.
"It's working! It's working! Jang Moon-in! It's time to go! No, I can make a squadron!"
Hyun Jong's eyes are wet.
You son of a b*tc*... Well, most of the hard work was done by Chung-Myung alone, but after all this hard work, I finally got to start making a marriage troupe!
'With this, Hwasan will take another leap forward!'
"Your forefathers took care of you."
Hyun Jong turned his head slightly.
Did I hear something wrong?
Chung-Myung, who has been exhausted from bending Han-cheol by using his history all night, shakes his hands.
"Let's get started. Quickly……."
"Yes, you should! The head of the pharmacy!
"Yes! Long-written man! I'll get ready right away."
Chung-Myung shook his head as he watched Yakdangju pouring ingredients into the pot and Hyun Jong, who never stopped nagging.
"The ancestor is the ancestor of the b*tc*!…. Huh? Am I your forefather?'
Uh... Then it's right.
"Well, here's public oil and Hwashin-su…….and put in the dawn leaves……."
Yakdangju, who mixed the ingredients with careful touch until the end, quickly stepped back and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Then he reached out and grabbed a long iron spatula.
All preparations are complete.
After a couple of deep breaths, he shouted firmly.
"Please get started!"
"Yes, Jang Moon-in!"
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang grab the pot from both sides and boost their strength. The two men, who soon converted their history into heat, grabbed the pot tightly with a serious face.
Go, go, go.
Massive firepower gathers in the center of the pot and the ingredients begin to boil.
"All right! Just like this!"
The pharmacist stirred the ingredients in the pot with a delighted face.
"Just this much! Please keep this!"
"Just ten days!"
"Oh! Yes, ten...…."
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang looked up at Yakdangju at the same time.
"…Didn't you say it would take 10 days to make an English platform? But this process alone takes ten days?"
"Yeah! That's the whole process!"
Then you should have told me beforehand, man!
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang looked at Yakdangju with trembling eyes in embarrassment.
"Well, if you pause and start again...…."
"No! You can't stop once you start! Ten days! It's definitely ten days from now!"
There was madness in the eyes of the pharmacist.
This is the moment when achievements will be made that will not be in his life again. What's the big deal about stirring a pot for 10 days?
"Uh…. He? Huh?"
It was the moment Hyun Jong was about to say something. A murmur came from behind.
Hyun Jong slowly turns his head.
There stood Chung-Myung with a devilish face.
by facial expression
'If you miss the ingredients that you've been through a lot of trouble, then Hwasan will fly away.'
Chung-Myung, who embodies, grins his teeth.
"You can do it! Long story!"
"For sure! For sure! Somehow!"
"A person who doesn't sleep for ten days doesn't die! Please hold the pot and try your best to die! I will never forget that this disciple, Jang Moon-in, lived only for Hwasan!"I'm not dead yet, man!
Moisture formed around Hyun Jong's eyes.
You're gonna be struck by lightning!