Chapter 465
After giving the gift, the eunuch immediately placed the next box in front of King Zhou.
“Oh oh! “Look at the second-class award ceremony.”
“I wonder what the award will be.”
“Even if it’s worse than first place, it’s definitely an unrivaled treasure.”
Who will take it this time?
Everyone’s eyes lit up.
King Zhou didn’t have to wait long and immediately called his name.
“Second-class meritorious Baeklin Uigak Incinerator Jin Cheon-hee, please come forward.”
Oh oh oh oh–!
Everyone cheered with joy, but it must have been the same praise that the teacher received.
“Aren’t you putting too much pressure on Baekrin’s Pavilion?”
“The ball is so clear that it’s hard to disagree.”
“Would it be better if it were a shaman’s advice…?”
“Now, how many people have not been treated by Xiao Bailong? It is said that he also made a great contribution in securing the supply and demand of the last enemy general. “It’s a heavy ball to express a different opinion…”
“Even so. Big….”
“Because it’s the imperial palace, it’s inevitable that we don’t know much about the balance of power and strength.”
Although he said it in a very low voice, Jin Cheon-hee was not unable to hear it.
Jin Cheon-hee stepped forward without showing any signs.
“How many of the powerful Sogakjus today have this much merit? “He was skilled in martial arts, and his resourcefulness was also truly bold.”
There were some who honestly acknowledged Jin Cheon-hee’s contributions.
However, most people seemed concerned about the growing power of Baekrin’s faction.
“I will punish second-class meritorious Jin Cheon-hee.”
Dry pain.
The moment those words ended, it became quiet for a moment.
Those who knew about Qian Kunhuan were shocked and kept their mouths shut, while the majority who did not know looked to those around them to decide what to make.
Waaaa–!
Soon the shouts rang out again.
Someone said amidst the shouts.
“Geongonhwan?! “Isn’t that… legendary notation?”
“Do you know what that is?”
“This piece of music is said to have been lost in Gangho. It is said that if you practice your inner strength while wearing it, you can build up your inner strength more quickly. If you have already accumulated your inner strength to the limit, your purity will be doubled…”
“But what was lost was in the imperial palace?”
“Who doesn’t know that a classmate is secretly working for a powerhouse?”
“Huh… Anyway…”
Amidst the murmur, Jin Cheon-hee received the box.
‘Well, you didn’t tell me to open it this time?’
Jin Cheonhee glanced up.
Then, he made eye contact with His Majesty the King.
She said with a playful smile.
“Go in.”
In this way, the opportunity to find out what Qiangonhwan looked like was lost.
“Isn’t this obvious favoritism?”
“The person who treated His Majesty King Zhou’s sire is Il Gwang. Of course they will look into the situation.”
“Why can’t Hwaju’s Pavilion do that?… Tsk.”
Several members of the House of Representatives sitting in the last row cleared their throats as if they were uncomfortable.
Then the words of resentment towards Hwaju-gak disappeared.
“The sunlight is amazing.”
“He said he cured Hyeolrin Gwangsal’s nine syllable veins, so it must be true.”
“How many treasures have been given to Baeklin’s Pavilion now?”
Amidst the whispering, Jin Cheonhee turned her head.
I saw my teacher and my comrades who fought together there.
There were people who purely celebrated amidst checks and jealousy.
Waaaaah–!
daylight! daylight! daylight!
The shouts ring out again.
On the surface, it is indeed a celebration.
Isn’t that enough?
Jin Cheon-hee thought so and went back inside.
Danga sent a message.
[Sacheondangmun expresses its gratitude to Baekrin Uigak. This time, you saved the lives of many of our warriors.]
[Thank you.]
[This means that you should not pay any attention to what the small talkers say. [Kuhm.]
I laughed a little at that.
This quick-witted child was worried that Jin Cheon-hee might be offended by some leaked checks.
If Jin Cheon-hee were an ordinary warrior of that age, she would have been upset.
But I am already an old soul for that.
[In essence, Gangho is sensitive to non-class elixir items. Don’t worry, I think it’s natural.]
[If there’s someone you want to kill, tell this King of Blood. Opponent of fate!]
I intentionally sing brightly.
‘Good boy.’ Indeed…’
It’s paradoxical that a child like this cries out for blood and darkness.
Well, I guess it’s okay.
Those who are dissatisfied will get a taste of Danga’s whip.
“The third-class meritorious recipients are Myeong Gil Jin-in of the Shaman sect and Sogaju Danga of the Sacheon Dang family. “Please come forward.”
Myeonggiljinin refers to shaman Gwonje.
Two people bow.
“Each third-class meritorious person will be awarded a piece of land near their clan!”
Wow!
Land sergeant!
This is quite big.
And since it is land granted by the imperial family to a third-class meritorious person, they will not give it for nothing.
By taking care of the practical aspects, the two factions would be able to expand significantly.
Land documents were handed down to the two warriors.
You may not think much of it since Shaman Gwonje lived half a life of isolation from the secular world, but Danga’s position is different.
Now, there would be no one who could argue with Dang-ah as the head of the small family.
“It was like that originally, but this will solidify the power structure within the Sichuan party.”
“yes. Who would dare fight against the King of Blood?”
“It’s a pity that Emperor Ha Gwon didn’t receive the second prize.”
I moved on to the next amidst the crowds of dancers.
“Now then, the Fourth Class Meritorious Service Award goes to Wang Gak-yeon, the Mysterious Archer of the Iljin Seonjeongmun Sect, and Gongsun Yeong, the Sun Sword of the Gongsun Family, and lastly, Namgung Un, the Changryong Sword of the Namgung Family. “Please come forward.”
Wang Gak-yeon Gongson-yeong Namgung-un.
Three people came out.
‘I’ve become a little estranged from Namgoong Woon since our conversation the other day.’
That’s what Kangho’s Jigi is like.
Only after they are not firm friends like Wang Gak-yeon do they eventually become distant and become closer due to the benevolence of the three families.
In particular, the Namgung family must keep each other in check with the expanding Zhuge family.
It could be said to be a difficult problem.
Namgoong Woon and Jin Cheonhee ended up moving away from each other, one step at a time.
‘It’s like a hedgehog’s distance. It’s like they’ve become distant and closer to the point where they don’t hurt each other…’
Namgoongwoon doesn’t have a housemaster.
However, there was a debt owed to the Nangong family during the time of the blood feud by Zhuge Emperor.
Namgoongun didn’t want to admit it.
Then that’s it.
‘okay. That’s what happened.’
Jin Cheon-hee repeated the same words to herself several more times.
“For those who have made meritorious contributions, we will grant a one-year tax exemption and a cash prize.”
“I am devastated.”
Wow!
Tax exemption and prize money!
The royal family would be most pleased with the prize money, and the Namgung family and the Gongsun family, who made large profits, would enjoy a large tax exemption.
After that, King Zhou proceeded with the event and praised each person for their contributions.
After finishing all the compliments, he patted his shoulder as if it was finally over.
“Now then, those whose names are not called, don’t be too disappointed. “I will give a big prize to everyone who comes here.”
Wow!
It’s the loudest shout I’ve ever heard.
With this, the event came to an end.
King Zhou said.
“Now eat and drink! Should a banquet be without dancing, singing, and drinking? “Let the wind chime sound!”
The band began playing cheerfully.
The entertainers came out to the center and started dancing.
Suddenly, Jin Cheon-hee saw the three of Tang-ah and Gongsunyoung and Wang Gak-yeon slowly approaching, holding bottles of alcohol in both hands.
‘No… Why are you coming towards me?’
Are you going to kill me by feeding me?
And so the banquet began.
034. Standing in the Potato Land
It is said to be a gathering of people.
The war that seemed like it would never end has now entered a lull.
Sporadic battles still continue on the border, but these are battles for the purpose of plunder, not invasion, and are familiar to the border forces.
It was clear that it would take a long time for someone to reunite the nomadic tribes, including the Sukshin tribe, and raise an army to invade.
The strongmen whose convocation order was lifted each received compensation and returned to their respective clans.
The survivors would live their lives bragging about how bravely they had defeated the Sukshin tribe and their martial arts skills, and especially those who had accomplished enough feats to be invited to the imperial palace would be proud of it.
“Oh, the potatoes have finally sprouted. “Master.”
“You mean the red potatoes you buried back then?”
“yes. “I want to take special care of this guy.”
After coming to this world, I realized that there are many types of potatoes.
As a result, I was curious about what strange-looking potatoes tasted like, and these red potatoes in particular were grown in earthen pots because they were cute.
“Hee, you’re just growing potatoes like orchids.”
“The purple potatoes I planted before seem to be growing well as flower stalks are emerging.”
“You don’t listen to your teacher.”
“Ahahaha.”
The disciple smiled and looked at the flower stalk sprouting from the potato for a long time.
The teacher sometimes grew orchids or bonsai, but his students liked children who could eat something like potatoes or tomatoes.
‘Potato flowers are pretty, but why does everyone look at them strangely?’
The black glazed flower pots that Baekrin Eui-seon specially ordered from the craftsman are worth as much as a house.
It is so beautiful that its pitch-black body is filled with sparkling light, making it look like a star in the night sky.
The bonsai pot of dreams that every writer has dreamed of.
Bonsai with this will make any withered elm tree show off its majestic appearance.
In addition, it has excellent ventilation and drainage, so it has a functional aspect, making it a flowerpot that cannot be bought even with gold.
The disciple is planting potatoes in the flower pot that his teacher gave him.
I also cut up potato chunks and planted the pieces.
And after carefully caring for it, as if it were a bonsai, the potatoes finally bloomed.
However, isn’t a potato flower something that blooms on its own even if you just put it in the field?
Jin Cheon-hee looked at the potato flowers and smiled, wondering what was so fun about it.
“When you look at a potato, doesn’t it somehow feel like a person’s life?”
“Not an orchid?”
“No. People are potatoes. These potatoes grow well even when there is little water and the soil is barren. Potatoes are what shine even in a drought, Master. This guy grows well even if you roughly cut it and put it in. But these potatoes also have a drawback.”
“Hmm…what is that?”
“If you water it too much, it rots. “If there is not enough, it will grow well, but if there is too much, it will not grow.”
“That’s what it means to be human.”
“yes. “Deficiency really hurts people, but sometimes it can be a reason to put down roots, sprout, and bloom.”
For some reason, Zhuge Lin felt that this might not just be a story about an ordinary person, but a story about the disciple himself.
“People are strong in adversity but weak in abundance.”
Jin Cheon-hee said this and carefully examined the potatoes.
