Episode 205. Mudfish (2)
The villagers were wary of the fireman wearing a knife, but soon realized that the fireman was a doctor and stood in the yard to watch the sheep.
The painter carried the tools necessary for the operation, but did not have distilled spirits, anesthetic spirits, or distilled water.
As a matter of urgency, he called for help from the villagers.
“If someone has boiled some water and some clean cotton cloth, bring it and distilled liquor… no, distilled liquor is hard to find, so if you have leftover alcohol at home, please bring it and boil it for me. Quickly. If you want to save these people, please help me.”
People hesitated for a while, but soon after a woman said that she would boil water, you and I took care of our work one by one and went home.
When people left, the fireman began to provide first aid by finding the cut arteries and picking them up with Kelly or tying them with a thread.
“Keukkeukuk….. My prediction was correct.”
Old Man Namhwa smiled bitterly as he looked down at the slash-and-burn village from a tall tree.
As long as the fireman started touching the patient, there was no need to run away in a hurry.
After crossing this mountain, taking advantage of the darkness, he intended to disguise himself so that even if he met his disciples again, he would not be recognized.
Old Man Namhwa laughed softly once more as he descended from the tree and penetrated the darkness of the forest.
“Come to think of it, I’ve come to know that bastard’s biggest weakness…. That’s not going to happen, but if there’s an emergency, I’ll be able to use it from now on.”
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“Did you kill that old man named Namhwa…?”
When the painter returned, Eulji and Myeong-il looked at the painter’s somewhat dim face and asked cautiously.
“I missed it.”
“You missed No? This is so sad. I thought I had caught him because he didn’t come back until dawn…” ”
I’ll release people right now to find out where the old man went.”
“Please.”
“By the way, Congressman, where are you hurt?”
Eulji tilted his head when he saw that the fireman’s clothes were covered in blood only belatedly.
“The crazy old man ran away and attacked the little people. So I couldn’t keep chasing and came to treat the injured. The blood on the clothes belongs to those who were injured.”
“yes! Uh, how is that…..”
“There is a seriousness to work…”
Eulji and Myeongil were speechless for a moment.
I know that Hwabu is a doctor, but I still don’t understand why he gave up chasing enemies and came to treat patients. In fact, it was all the more so because it was an era where people died commonly.
“Whoa~. I don’t even know why I did it. Anyway… I’ll wash up and rest.”
“yes.”
“I’m glad you weren’t hurt.”
Eulji and Myeongil looked at the back of the fireman as they headed towards the well, and put on such a strange expression of bittersweet yet respectful expression.
‘Maybe that’s why we give up on the world and bow down to the congressman.’
Now is the time when feudal lords from all over the world point their swords at each other to become masters of the world.
Eulji and Myeongil had the power to put an end to the Yellow Turban rebellion in the past, but over the years, they listened to the advice of the fireman and strengthened their internal stability, and now they have grown to be as strong as any other feudal lord.
Myeong-il ordered his subordinates to track down old man Namhwa not only in Chohyeon but throughout Yeju.
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The flower pot realized that he had been too complacent after going through a crisis in the house and almost miscarrying his wife.
Therefore, the line was changed from the politics of giving to the people to the policy of strengthening the military and government forces.
When taxes suddenly became heavy and young people began to requisition, some noblemen, rich people, and Confucian students protested, but they blocked one ear and pushed forward with force.
‘Now is the era where you don’t have to be strong.’
And the second thing he did was to recruit an outstanding martial artist as a family member. It was because it was possible to prepare for an injustice like this.
‘shit! Cho hyung takes away all the coriander called coriander… The seed is dried.’
However, the pot had to taste frustration in the second promotion.
In fact, most of those who said they had learned some martial arts had entrusted themselves to the head of Jo or the head of Hahu.
When the head of the family moved to Jinryu-gun, they were all taken away, and the few remaining were the family members of the head of Hahu, so finding master masters was as difficult as finding a needle in the sand.
If the flower pot had no conscience, he would have recruited a person with excellent martial arts among the prefectural guard or the prefectural government officer, but he did not go that far.
‘huh?’
And while I was wandering around looking for masters like that, I realized that there were a lot of strangers around the painter’s house that was reconstructing for a while.
In normal times, I would have thought of them as carpenters or workers building a new house, but now I was paying close attention to everything.
‘Looks like they’ve learned martial arts…’
Most of the strangers’ bodies were stiff.
Flowerpot himself had learned martial arts to a deep level, so he knew the difference between a body trained through hard labor and a body strengthened through martial arts.
The flower pot noticed that such people often came and went to the painter’s shop under the name of a laborer, so I tried to figure out how many of them were there.
‘What is so much! There are over 100 people who can be called masters!’
And I was astonished.
There was no one who was not a master, including those who went in and out of the painter’s shop, the owner of a newly opened or changed inn near the painter’s shop, and the shopkeepers.
The masters he was looking for were scattered around the painter’s shop.
It may be something you might like, but the flower pot was surprised to the point where the fluff stood up.
In a chaotic time like these days, if you are rich and powerful, you will turn on the light in your eyes to recruit masters. Of course, cilantro was hard to see and even harder to find.
But to think that such masters were around the painter’s shop in this and that form with more than spirit! This can only be seen as someone artificially moving them.
And that someone even has the financial power to easily buy several stores and guesthouses.
‘Who the hell are you? Who is driving them?’
If they showed signs of harming the painter’s shop, they would have brought the guards right away, but there was no sign of that.
‘uh? Could it be that Ming Danju is moving them?’
He noticed that Myeong-il’s henchman, Joong-geon, was leading the masters in the dark.
The owner of the middle gun was Myeong-il.
Myeong-il was known to Flower Pot as the owner of the Myeongga guild in Yeoju Yeo-Nam County.
‘Why is Myeong Danju?’
I heard that Myeongdanju had been greatly favored by the fireman in the past, but it was too much to do this.
Before meeting Myeong-il and asking about his intentions, Flower Pot first met with his younger brother and asked what kind of relationship he had with him.
“Hey, brother, your eyesight has gotten better.”
The potter’s eyes slightly furrowed at the fireman’s answer.
“I guess you knew that the worker, the owner of the inn, and even Jeom Soi, who did the chores, were masters?”
“yes. It’s what I did.”
“you? Well… Of course, you’re a Buddhist monk… And even though there is grace in the myeongdanju, it’s difficult to find people and money like that… isn’t it?”
The flowerpot was absolutely unbelievable.
My younger brother is amazing, but if he had been kind to me, he would have been treating people as a doctor.
No matter how much life is saved, it is really too much for people like that to do chores.
“Danju Myeong and I have a pretty close relationship. We can risk our lives for each other now that we have built up trust in each other.”
In response to the fireman’s answer, the potted plant instantly became puffy.
It’s easy to say, where in the world is there such a relationship?
“Could it be that Danju Ming is going to serve you as his lord?”
This was something I couldn’t understand at all.
“Could that be? I have only the seeers under my command. Well, these days, the world is so heinous that poets aren’t able to function properly.”
“Then, did you mean that the owner of Myeong spent an enormous amount of money and manpower to protect the painter shop simply with a relationship of trust?”
“yes.”
“Oh, that’s ridiculous!”
“What are you trying to understand? There is such a relationship. Isn’t that the case just by looking at Joe? How many people around you are risking their lives for you?”
“How can you be the same as Joe, who has already risen to the rank of feudal lord?”
“Of course it is different. But what about the relationship between people? You can do more than Joe.”
“Huh~. You’re right. Haha I really… I can’t believe it. However, if there is even a little disrespect towards them, I will kick them out according to the law of the country. So I hope you take good care of it.”
“Of course it should.”
“Heh, it’s all right… Your insides… No, now I can’t even measure your bowl. Do you have a similar relationship with Eulga Sangsanju and Myeongdanju?”
“You can do that.”
At the fireman’s calm answer, the flower pot shook its head.
Even without competing directly, I felt how strong Eulji’s men always escorting the fireman were.
“Unbeknownst to me, you are as good as any other feudal lord… no. A sound will come out of your mouth I will stop going.”
“yes. I will take care of the family, so brother, take care of the affairs of the prefecture and be careful not to be swept away by the clumsy feudal lords.”
“I get it.”
“Oh, and if Joe raises an army, the people of the Xiahu family will escape en masse. Be prepared for that time as well.”
“You’ve already slipped out a lot, but you’re slipping out again?”
“Yes, from now on, you will have to prepare for it by thinking that the Xiahou family is also not in Chohyeon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure.”
“Ha~. I get it.”
The flower pot disappeared with complicated eyes, and after a while, Myeong-il and Eul-ji appeared.
“Mr. Hwa.”
“Yes Bishop.”
“How about putting my men in the place where the people of the Xiahu family would have left?”
At Myeong-il’s words, the painter thought for a moment and then shook his head.
“Hyung is doing well, so let’s keep an eye on him. We are always ready to help if you really need anything.”
“All right. Then, just in case, I will set up a branch of the Myeongga guild in Chohyeon.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
At that time, Eulji, who was next to him, agreed.
“I will also set up a branch of the Eulga upper class here.”
“Wouldn’t it be cumbersome for you, Danju-nim, to be quite far away?”
“It has been said that two knives are sharper than one. How can you blame the street when it’s just in case?”
“All right. If that is the will of the Lord, then so be it.”
A smile of relief appeared on the painter’s lips. Now, even if he is not in Cho-hyeon, the painter and Cho-hyeon will not be swept away by the big storm.
‘Now, I guess I’ll just have to move the class head closer to the house.’
After a while, the painter wrote a letter and sent it personally to Vangal.
A grandfather who is a half-head of a family and is worried about the welfare of his only granddaughter would surely accept the housekeeper’s proposal.
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