Bang-pyo looked at the object in front of him with a completely mesmerized look.
Bingjeong, a North Sea specialty and treasure, was literally piled up in front of him.
I never thought I'd see this in my life.’
It has already been years since he was in charge of the mine digging for ice. However, it was the first time to see such an ice sheet piled up.
It is also hard to dig two or three burrows a month even if so many people are mobilized to dig them. Isn't this amount at least six months' worth?
You dug it all up in less than three days?’
I didn't understand how this could happen.
"What did he say? Ten?
"Oh, my eyes are dim, so I can't really see how many of these are. More than ten? I think it's over and it's not."
With a flurry of teasing, Bang-pyo's veins finally stood on his forehead.
"No! No! No! No! You son of a b*tc*!’
That's more than twenty, at least.
His face turned red, but eventually Bang-pyo couldn't say anything and sighed.
"But you're quick on the uptake."
"There's nothing I can do because I said it myself. It's just ugly to make excuses here and there."
Bang-pyo slowly flicking his head and said,
"I'll give them a break, as you ask. Let's not work until you guys leave."
Chung-Myung squinted and said bluntly.
"…what's the difference?"
"I'm sure you said you'd let me rest as much as I wanted before.”
Bang-pyo, who was briefly speechless, gestured as if to come closer to Chung-Myung with a sour face.
Chung-Myung ran in front of him. He took his face close to Chung-Myung's ear and whispered very quietly.
"If the Lord of the Palace knows, I'm dead."
The world's Chung-Myung was also embarrassed by this remark.
"Wow……, the people in the north said it was practical, and that's how…….”
"I'm going to live and see."
Chung-Myung, who was lost in thought while looking at his desperate expression, smirked.
"Okay, then let's just let him rest until we leave. But you have to take care of the alcohol and meat you promised.”
"I promise you that.”
Chung-Myung shook his head as if this was enough.
Negotiations should touch the limits that the other party can give. If we went beyond this, unnecessary animosity and arguments would follow.
At that time, Bang-pyo turned his eyes slightly.
"Then this ice cube...….”
"Don't touch me! My hand is flying away."
Bang-pyo, who was secretly reaching for the ice rink, recalled his hand with a smattering of taste. Chung-Myung quickly swept the ice sheets he had left on the floor and pushed them into his sleeves.
"Oh, it's cold!"
Despite frowning and shivering, he never took out the ice again.
"Oh, I'm already freezing."
"Come on, then……..”
"Come on, hold on!"
When Bang-pyo called urgently, Chung-Myung stared at him with a sour look.
"I'll... I'll do whatever you want. Instead, can you tell me how you found this ice boat?""Well."
Chung-Myung, who pretended to be seriously troubled, grinned and said.
"See how good alcohol and meat are coming."
"…he, would that be enough?"
"Yes, you can. Why not?”
But I saw the ticket.
Chung-Myung smiles with a loving face and makes a round shape with his thumb and index finger.
"Ha ha ha. There's nothing in the world that can't be done. …...that's all you need."
The middle part was so small that I couldn't hear well, but I didn't know what it was. Bang-pyo nodded with a disastrous look.
"We're on the same wavelength. Hehe."
Chung-Myung grinned and turned around. A group of people who had been waiting from afar crept to the side.
"…Can I tell you the secret?"
Of course there was no reason not to tell. However, he did not want to do anything that would benefit the other person when it was unclear whether the North Sea Ice Palace was an enemy or an ally.
Chung-Myung grinned and whispered secretly.
"I can't tell you."
"Because, there's not much to it...….”
Chung-Myung, who was whispering with his head down, stretched his shoulders wide and stretched out his belly.
"It's just that I'm such a smart guy."
His disciples were speechless and just sighed at him.
But Hye Yeon-man smiled and agreed with Chung-Myung.
"That's not the right thing to say, Shizu. Shizu always says the right thing."
"Oh, we finally know something."
"But Shizu, do you know that?"
"The man who says the right thing was the first to die."
No, it's a medium-sized...How did this happen? Anyway, I've learned bad things from somewhere.….
Chung-Myung, who stared blankly at him for a moment, clicked his tongue.
He had no sense of what he had done.
Hawsan's disciples approached the prisoners with a bright face. Then they looked at each other with puzzled faces.
"……what's going on?"
"Well, can I really take a rest?"
I looked at the guards, but the guards, who would normally have used all kinds of harsh words, were also watching with a stiff face and did not speak.
So they had no choice but to focus their attention on Chung-Myung, who was just swirling towards this side.
Chung-Myung opened his mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"You heard everything, why are you doing that? Everyone can take a rest from now on.”
But they were also adamant.
Chung-Myung frowned slightly and looked back and told Bang-pyo.
"What about Bob? When's Bob coming?"
"Ugh…….I'm on my way, so please wait a little longer."
"Don't be so quick.”
Bangpyo sighs deeply.
All the prisoners couldn't believe the sight at all.
Isn't the Bangpyo, the devil of hell, playing into the hands of that young heavyweight?
Chung-Myung smiled brightly at the prisoners as he polished his ticket.
"Well, let's talk about it.”
Bangpyo succeeded in air-delivering alcohol and food before sunset, as if proving that he was never an incompetent person.
Looking at the mountains of food and alcohol, the prisoners opened their mouths as wide as they could, and Chung-Myung nodded satisfactorily.Of course, that doesn't mean Chung-Myung's bullying towards the vote is over.
"…Get out of here?"
"Why should I?"
"You said you'd let me rest.”
"……But isn't that a different matter?"
"What a strange thing to say. How can I rest comfortably when the guards who were whipping me are right next to me? I'm going to have an upset stomach!"
I was going to reply to the ticket, but I just let out a deep sigh.
If it weren't for ice skating...….’
Nothing was more important to him, who was in charge of the ice mine. I don't know how to find out, but if he could learn that method, it was clear that his position in the bingo would rise vertically.
"If it weren't for you, you'd have locked him up and put him in the door."’
Unfortunately, however, they came as guests of the Bingo. If you touch the guest of the Bingo, your neck will be cut off.
For now, it would have been best to report and receive instructions from the Bingo owner without going against their will.
"…I see. I'll do that."
"Come on, Elder?"
"Empty your seat!"
"And if we get out of here...….”
The bill raised an eyebrow.
"Escape! How do you get out of this deep valley? If you're so worried, it's your job to keep your stomach safe!"
At that moment, he stared fiercely at the guard who opened his mouth to other guards.
Don't you think you'll end up standing on a blizzard valley for no reason?
"Nothing to say. Do it!"
All the guards grabbed the rope and started climbing the cliff.
The prisoners stared blankly at the guards gradually disappearing onto the cliffs. Finally, when they all disappeared, the prisoners' eyes moved on to naturally stacked foods.
There was a mouthwatering sound here and there, but no one was willing to touch the food.
"What are you doing?"
"Hurry up and eat. It's going to cool down."
Baek Cheon said, frowning.
"Chung-Myung아. It's not that it's not, it's already cold. It's like a chunk of ice."
Jung-Myung's sound of self-sickness leaked out of his mouth.
"Anyway, nothing is easy. Do you have a proper cave or something? Can everyone get in?
"Rather than a cave...…there's a little less wind in front of us."
Chung-Myung nodded as if he had done well. And he glanced at the disciples of Hwasan.
"What are you doing? Move it."
As soon as the horses ran out, the Wasans began to carry the food busily. The prisoners, who were slowly wary, also moved food with them.
After moving to a less cold place, Chung-Myung looked around.
"…is there any firewood here?"
"It's a place where trees can't grow."
With a deep sigh, he scrutinized the people.
Judging from the haggard appearance, it was clear that eating this icy meat would cause immediate trouble.
Chung-Myung, with his short tongue in his mouth, swirled toward the food and reached outstretched his hand.
Soon hot energy began to radiate from his hands. It was a solar tension that melted the railroad in its later years. It wasn't a job to heat up cold food.
The problem is that it's too precious to be used for such a thing.
"Come and eat quickly!"
Chung-Myung shouted, but none of the prisoners tried to step up first.
Eventually, Chung-Myung, who couldn't stand it, looked at him."If you don't eat now, I'll have to reheat this! Do you have anything to kill?"
"Ji, what, can I have some?"
"Hurry up and eat! Quick!"
Prisoners rushed to the food as if the word had become a signal.
"Don't touch the cold! I'll heat it up for you! Sa-suk! What are you doing?"
At Chung-Myung's words, Baek Cheon moved swiftly. But before he could do anything, Yun-Jong already started helping people.
"Take your time. Slowly! If you don't have enough food, we'll take more. And don't touch the cold stuff. He'll heat it up for you!"
When Yoon-Jong stepped up, Jo-Gol quickly followed him to help people.
Prisoners who receive Chung-Myung's heated food look blankly at what they are holding.
"………… How long has it been since I've seen this food……"….”
"I've been busy eating everything and surviving.….”
"I can't believe this day comes in my life."
Some stole the snow to see if something was bothering them, and some ate their food like crazy.
"Eat slowly. I'm going to have an upset stomach."
"Yes, yes, I should. Go ahead and eat."
Baek Cheon, who watched them rush to eat for each other, glanced at the bottles of alcohol next to them. It was obvious that he was worried.
"Sasook, what's wrong?"
"Well, I don't know if they're going to have a drink.….”
I was worried that the weakened body might be poisoned.
But his troubles were solved quickly. Because Dang-Soso gave me an answer.
"That'll be fine.”
"Yes, they're originally unmanned, so there's no big problem."
Baek Cheon, who had let his troubles out of his mouth, dropped the alcohol by the people's side.
"Here you are. Please eat."
To the prisoners who looked at the drink in emotion, Baek Cheon quickly whispered. He didn't forget to glance back.
"You have to eat quickly. There's a man here who can't handle alcohol, so when all the food here is heated up, there won't be any alcohol left.….No! Monk Hye Yeon! What if a monk does that?"
Just in time, Hye Yeon, who was secretly hiding behind with a sultong, saw Baek Cheon's ax eye and put the sultong down.
"I'm just... Just to see how it tastes...….”
"If you eat it all by yourself, you won't even remember the taste."
"What's wrong with him.
Since entering the mine, Hwasan's disciples have been constantly discovering new aspects of Hye Yeon.
The faces of the prisoners, who were full of vigilance, began to soften as the food decreased to some extent and the alcohol circulated two or three times each.
"Thank you very much."
"…I'll never forget your kindness."
Every time they encountered Hwasan's disciple, they bowed their heads and did not hesitate to express their gratitude.
"No, what did we do?"
"Eat a lot."
Chung-Myung heated up the last dish and slowly put it down.
"Ugh……. It's harder than I thought."
It was the moment when I thought I had a lot of work to do since I came to the North Sea.
About two or three of the prisoners, who were gathered, looked around and stood up and approached Chung-Myung.
When Chung-Myung saw him in wonder, they lay flat on his face.
"Thank you for your kindness, Eungong!"
Chung-Myung flinched at the low position."…Wake up. If you're saying that I'm feeding you, would the rest of the world have a waist? There are some beggars who don't bow down even though they get everything they want to eat."
Hong Dae Kwang's ears in the far-off midfield were itchy.
But even with that, they didn't get up from their seats. He just looked at Chung-Myung with his head up on his face down.
"Or can I talk to you?"
An old man dressed in thick fur said in a hoarse voice.
Chung-Myung checked his face and rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"We can talk as much as we want.”
Especially if it's a helpful conversation.