Episode 7. lucky ticket? clairvoyance? (1)
“Yes.”
“The shape can be made similar to the picture, but it takes a lot of work to make it thin, so you have to pay more than a normal needle.”
“How much more should I give?”
“I’ll have to give you twice the price of a regular needle.”
“All right. I’ll give you twice as much, so please make me about ten needles.”
“yes.”
Next, the fireman selected a knife suitable for wearing around his waist from among the knives hanging in the forge.
Even though he was resurrected, he was obviously killed by bandits, so he thought that he would have to wear a sword from now on.
“How much is this?”
“It’s ten cats.”
“Ten cats. It’s pretty expensive.”
“To make that knife, my husband has to melt the iron with a bellows and hammer all day.”
“I guess so.”
The painter suddenly thought that the twenty-two kittens he had might not be enough.
“Then how much is this knife and everything I ordered?”
“It’s twenty-five nyang.”
“I only have twenty-two nyang, so could you cut it down by three?”
“Hmm~. How can I cut off one nyang, but up to three nyang is too much.”
“Then, I’ll bring two more when I come to pick them up.”
The painter handed over the twenty-two pieces he had.
“yes.”
“When can I come pick you up?”
“It will take at least three days because there are other orders. Come back in four days.”
“All right. Hey, by the way, won’t you write me a confirmation that I ordered something from here?”
The painter made a slightly puzzled expression when the woman took the money and wrote nothing.
“A confirmation?”
“yes. When I come later, the lady might not be there or she might not remember that I ordered.”
“Oh~. I think you are referring to the certificate of promise that merchants use to trade goods in bulk. I could use it if I wanted to, but I usually don’t use it for small deals like this.”
“It’s a big deal for me. Please write.”
“All right.”
She brought another piece of yellow bamboo, wrote down what the painter had ordered and the amount received, and made the decision.
“Then I’ll be back in four days.”
“yes.”
After the fireman left, a satisfied smile appeared in the woman’s eyes.
Big hum.
After a while, the husband, the night manager, appeared.
He had a slightly worried expression on his face, as if he had been listening to the negotiation process between his wife and the painter.
“Isn’t twenty-four cats too much?”
“How are you? Anyway, I’m a Confucian student who doesn’t know the world. no, it’s a righteous life Well, anyway, I’ll take care of the business, so you just care about making things.”
“Keuheum, I’m afraid I’ll find out the price later and come back and do harm.”
“They are Confucian scholars who live for their great taste, but I would only harm them with something like this. Don’t worry unnecessarily, and today’s sales are good, so please come and have a glass of rice wine with this.”
When the woman handed out a nyang, the worry disappeared from her husband’s face.
“Well, since you’re a Confucian student who came without a servant, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll drink it soon.”
* * *
The fireman, who did not know that he had used Dumteogi, received a certificate of promise and came out, tapping the knife at his waist with his hand.
“Certainly, wearing a sword feels reassuring. By the way, I ordered a surgical knife and needles, and an anesthetic next. It would be nice to know a grass like cannabis, but seeing that there is no grass called cannabis in my memory, it seems that people in this era do not know or call it by a different name… How do I find it. I don’t even know what cannabis looks like.”
The painter went to look for the herbalists, but realized that the sun was setting and went home.
Until he fell asleep, his mind was only thinking about preparing for his mother’s surgery.
‘The hospital has all the facilities, so I only had to do a good surgery, but here I have to make my own anesthetic right away… Ehh~. How else to make disinfectant? Really, the more I think about it, the more I’m in the middle of the mountain.’
* * *
“Ask for money?”
After breakfast, when the painter asked for money, Hwabok, the eldest brother, put on a slightly puzzled expression.
“yes. I need a little something.”
“What to use… no. How much do you need?”
“The more the better. Please give me thirty first.”
“Thirty Nyang. I got it.”
The older brother tried to say something else, but closed his mouth and nodded.
The painter took thirty nyang, left the house, and went to the nearest doctor’s office.
‘I wish there was an herb that has an anesthetic effect.’
Even though it was morning, there were patients and some herbalists in the doctor’s room.
Patients were being examined by doctors, and herbalists were bargaining while showing the herbs they had brought to medical doctors.
“See how wet it is? The herbs you brought are in poor storage condition, so I can’t pay more than two.”
“It’s the best thing dried in the shade, but it’s too bad to beat it because it’s not stored well. If you don’t pay three, I’ll go to another doctor’s office.”
“follow your heart.”
Watching the tense war of nerves between the medical doctor and the herbalist, the fireman waited for a while, unable to intervene.
“Damn I lost. I’ll give you two cents. There are bandits on the Maseok Mountain side these days, so I can’t even go there.”
“What kind of herbs are there only in Maseok Mountain?”
“Are you going to give it or not?”
“Here you are. Two nyang dot poon.”
When the medical doctor offered the money, the herbalist accepted the money and withdrew.
As he stepped back, another herbalist waiting behind took out the herbs in the bag.
Some of the herbs were moderately dry, while others had soil at the roots that were still wet, as if they had just been dug up.
The painter pretended to be an opportunity to intervene, and as he approached, the medical doctor raised his head and opened his eyes.
“What are you doing here, Mr. Hwa?”
When the painter seemed to know him, the painter hurriedly searched for his memory.
I had no memory of being a medical doctor in my head, but when I remembered that my mother was making and taking medicine with a prescription written by a doctor at this hospital, I thought that he might recognize me.
“Oh, I’m looking for some herbs.”
“What herb are you looking for?”
“Isn’t there such a herb that paralyzes the body if eaten?”
“It is poison that paralyzes the body when eaten. All poisons, such as snake venom and poisonous mushrooms, paralyze the body.”
“Are there any poisonous plants that do not have a lethal effect on the body enough to be called poison, but are paralyzed for a while and then released?”
“well. A very small amount of poison can paralyze the body and then release it… but it can also lead to death. But why are you suddenly looking for a poisonous weed?”
“I just need some.”
“There is no poisonous herb in our medical room…”
As the medical doctor was speechless, one of the herbalists interrupted.
“How much will you give me if you dig poisonous weed?”
The painter looked at the herbalist and had several thoughts in his head.
‘Even if I save poisonous weed, I’ll have to do a lot of clinical trials using animals like rats and dogs to find something that has an effect similar to an anesthetic and to figure out the side effects and even the lethal dose… I have no choice but to save it.’
“It’s not that we need a lot, it’s that we need a lot of variety. It seems like they charge about 1 kita for every keun of medicinal herbs, but if you collect several kinds of poisonous plants and bring them, I’ll give you 1 kita for every 3 keun.”
“It’s one cat for every three pounds… It’s too harsh.”
“A poisonous weed is something you don’t pick up even if you see it anyway.”
“Sometimes hunters find poisonous plants.”
“It is sometimes. If you don’t like it, don’t. It’s a little annoying, but can I go to the mountain and dig it myself?”
“A person like Confucius would climb a mountain?”
“Let’s ride for exercise. what.”
“Just give me one for every two pounds. Then I will dig poisonous weeds.”
“It’s one in two and a half. Otherwise I’ll just ride the mountain.”
“You look different than you look. All right. One in two and a half. If we get poisonous weeds, can we go to the painter’s shop and find Confucius?”
“yes.”
“By the way, how many pounds do you need?”
“Get about 10 pounds first, half a pound of each type.”
“All right.”
“Wouldn’t it take some time for Zhang to get all the poisonous plants by himself?”
At that time, another herbalist who was listening to the two people next to them insinuated.
“Why do you do it together?”
“huh.”
“If it’s ten pounds, it’s a bit too much to eat alone. okay.”
The fireman opened his mouth to the herbalist who intervened.
“The poisonous weeds you two saved shouldn’t overlap.”
“You speak plainly. Don’t worry, we’ll discuss that much.”
“yes. But then, when can we get the poisonous plants?”
“I’m going to climb the mountain tomorrow, so I’ll take it the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow. All right.”
After leaving the medical room, the painter thought for a while and then headed for the inn.
While thinking about how to make disinfectant all night, he realized that strong alcohol has the same effect as disinfectant, so he went to get it.
“People of this era call distilled spirits like whiskey baekju.”
Fermented liquor called hwangju has a low alcohol content, and mixed liquor called cheongju has a slightly higher alcohol content, but it is not suitable as a disinfectant due to impurities.
The distilled liquor called baekju is over 40 degrees and has no impurities, so it was suitable as a disinfectant.
After breakfast, most of the merchants and travelers had left, so the inn was quiet.
“welcome.”
Jeom So-yi, who looked a little younger than the painter, greeted him after wiping.
“Do you have baekju?”
In an instant, Jeomsoi’s eyes widened.
“Are you going to have a strong drink in the morning?”
“It’s not something to drink, it’s something to use.”
“There is no white wine, but there is bamboo leaf rice wine, but would you like that?”
“no. It must be a hundred weeks. Could you tell me where to go to get baekju?”
“There are a lot of baekju in the kitchen, but they must all be closed now.”
“ah! You must be in the airfield. why didn’t i think of that If I had known it was in the store, I would have bought it yesterday. When does the kibang open?”
“It opens in the late afternoon or early evening.”
“That’s right. thank you.”
“yes.”
When the painter said goodbye and left, Jeom So-yi tilted his head a few times before starting to mop again.
“You look like a student, but why are you wearing a sword? Besides, why do you drink solo in the morning? What a strange thing.”
* * *
“We decided to go to the kibang at night, so now we just need to get a mouse?”
The painter walked toward the outskirts of Chohyeon.
“What are you trying to do to save the mouse?”
“It’s because I have something to write about.”
“Let’s go through the golden recommendation over there. The people over there are good at catching mice.”
“Kuhk that’s right. That one grips well.”
The herbalists replied by whispering among themselves.
In the outskirts of Chohyeon, there are so-called slums where people who cannot even farm live together, but make a living by selling goods or doing dirty chores.
Looking back on my memory, it was clear that the people there often ate rats, frogs, snakes, and insects.
Occasionally, they catch fish or catch wild animals, but they do not eat them and sell them to buy grain.
seal.
The burner’s face slightly frowned as he walked towards the slums.
Looking back on his memory, the slums were a much poorer environment than he expected.
‘Hmm, a place where one or two people die of starvation come out every day. At this level, it’s not much different from the beggars in the upper reaches of the river.’
When I arrived in the slums, I saw children skinny and in tattered clothes, and I saw people buzzing under the trees.
As I approached the crowd, I saw a man moaning, his right leg covered in blood.
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