Episode 19. Looking for an intern, no, an assistant (1)
“I will only be staying for a short ti and experinting, so I can do simple cleaning alone…”
Obo shrugged his shoulders as he listened to the fireman’s words.
“Cleaning is for people like . Senator, please rest next to .”
“You have been working all day today. Give the broom.”
“It’s not possible.”
“I’ll use it, so you just mop.”
When the painter forcibly took the broom, Obo hesitated for a mont and then nodded.
“All right. Senator.”
In fact, Obo was very tired right now.
The house where the grandmother and the little girls lived was long neglected and there was a lot of cobwebs and a lot of dust.
The painter, who had been cleaning for a while, opened the kitchen door and made a slightly puzzled expression.
The bowls and cutlery were dusty, but they were there.
Given that this is a slum, those things shouldn’t have been there.
“Look.”
“Yes, Senator.”
“It seems that the kitchen utensils are still there.”
“ah! that one It’s because Hae-su and Hae-won leave it to and my father before they go to the gibang.”
“You left it?”
When the painter made a puzzled expression, Obo gave an additional explanation.
“When I enter your room as a sibling, I can hardly go out, but I said that I would definitely co here for the anniversary of my grandmother. So I told my father and I to keep them so that others would not take them.”
“Ah, since this is the place where I have mories with my grandmother, I will co to visit her on her anniversary.”
“yes. And in fact, even if you take earthenware bowls or pottery like that, it won’t make any money, so even the villagers don’t think about taking them.”
“I will do that too.”
After the painter finished the rough cleaning, he looked at the rat squeaking in the large square.
“How can I feed barley rice soaked in boya poisonous vinegar to that mouse?”
“Don’t you just eat it if I give it to you?”
“I gave it to them, but they didn’t eat it, as if they knew it was poisonous. So I forcibly fed them, but they vomited as if they were trying to survive.”
“Are rats that smart?”
“It’s not that you’re smart, it’s that you have developed instincts.”
“Hmmm, wouldn’t it be okay if I put it in so deeply that I can’t vomit?”
“depth! Would you like to try it?”
“I’ll try if you hold the mouse from biting my finger.”
“okay.”
The fireman took out one of the rats, grabbed it by the head, and pulled its mouth from side to side, forcing it open.
The mouse struggled and struggled, but could not overco the fireman’s strength.
“Ugh, hurry up.”
“yes.”
The painter frowned, as if keeping the rat’s mouth open was such an ordeal.
Obo picked up five barley grains stained with poison and pushed them deep into the rat’s mouth.
The rat struggled madly, but Obo inserted it deep enough that he couldn’t see his index finger, then withdrew his hand.
Squeak, squeak, squeak…..
Fortunately, I squeaked a few tis, but I couldn’t vomit the barley.
When the fireman put the mouse in the clay pot, the free rat ran frantically inside the pot trying to get out.
Of course, it didn’t co out because of the sloping surface.
The painter was counting the ti in his mind as he looked at the mouse.
‘Since I fed him 5 pieces of barley rice, a reaction should co soon.’
The venom that the mice ate was the sap of the rhizo flower root.
It was so poisonous that even a person would die if they ate it, so I thought that even a rat wouldn’t be able to endure it for long.
Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry,
as expected, the rat’s movent, which had been moving like crazy, stopped shortly after and fell down.
‘Is he dead?’
The squeaking and squeaking eyes didn’t seem dead yet, but it didn’t seem like it would last long.
‘Five is not that much, but it can’t last for five minutes.’
“Mr. It seems dead.”
“Yeah, I’m barely breathing, but it’ll stop soon. This ti, will you only feed 4 barley rice?”
“yes.”
When the fireman took out another mouse and forced it to open, Obo fed it four barley grains.
Even though the rat ate 4, it did not last long and collapsed.
The fireman nodded his head as he saw that the mouse that had eaten two barley rice had not collapsed after an hour or so.
“Two is a very small amount, but it’s a really great poison.”
“Boy, aren’t you done cleaning yet?”
Just then, a voice was heard from afar.
When the painter heard the voice of the five intestines, he realized that it was very late in the evening.
He was so focused on the rat experint that he didn’t even notice the passage of ti.
“Cleaning is already over, and now I’m helping the congressman with his experints.”
“Yes, the potatoes have been ripe for a while, so take them and give them to the congressman.”
“yes. I’ll go get you so potatoes.”
“No, I’ll go ho and eat, so there’s no need to bring it.”
Skip the flea’s liver, but it seed that you shouldn’t eat their food.
“Since you didn’t eat dinner, you shouldn’t be very hungry either. Eat so and go.”
“No, I will go ho and eat. You should see more than that.”
“yes.”
“I think I have to go ho now, too. Can you see when this rat dies?”
“yes? I have to go to work early tomorrow morning.”
When Obo made a slightly troubled expression, the painter took out one nyang from his bosom.
“I’ll give you a daily wage tomorrow, so see when this rat dies.”
When Obo saw the money, he was surprised and waved his hand.
“My daily wage is not so much.”
“It is up to the person who sets the daily wage. I set it at 1 nyang, so hurry up and take it.”
“Then I’ll accept it regardless of sha.”
When Obo received the money and put it in his bosom, the painter opened his mouth after seeing the mouse eating two barley.
“I will co back tomorrow. Be sure to find out when he died and let know.”
“yes.”
“Oh, and for the ti being, I will continue to pay you, so don’t think about going sowhere else.”
“Is it because of this experint?”
“huh. Turns out, you should have been there.”
“Then give a daily wage of one nyang every two days.”
“I told you earlier. The daily wage is determined by the giver.”
“But then I would be too presumptuous.”
“You don’t have to be sorry at all because you are paying enough money. Then go.”
“yes.”
“Eat the potatoes deliciously.”
“yes.”
After parting with Obo, the painter went back ho and pondered.
‘I need soone to assist in my surgery. Should I use Obo as my assistant?’
I looked back at the ti when Obo put barley rice in the mouse’s mouth.
Even though he was holding the snout, he could have been bitten. And again, since the animal itself, the rat, gave off a disgusting feeling, it could have been very reluctant to do that.
However, Obo hid his displeasure and followed his words well.
‘I’ll look into it a bit more and if it seems to have a decent personality, I’ll use it as an assistant.’
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“No!”
At the master’s resolute refusal, he hung on, falling to the point of aegyo without potted plants.
“Teacher, my younger brother does not have an aspiration for martial arts, but wants to beco a doctor. So please let do it for my health. yes.”
“So it doesn’t work. If you’re interested in martial arts, I can give it to you considering I’m your younger brother, but what kind of skills are needed for a doctor who can heal people? It’s better to study dicine while practicing qigong.”
“When you treat people, your stamina…”
“If it doesn’t work, I know it won’t work. Furthermore, the qigong I taught has the property of harming the body if it is not moved vigorously and the accumulated energy is not emitted outward. So, rather, it will be poison to your brother.”
The potted plant’s eyes, which continued to cling to the master’s words, widened.
It was the first ti I heard that the qigong he had learned had this kind of quality.
“If you don’t radiate energy, you’ll harm your body?”
“okay. Of course, when you reach a certain level like , it becos a dicine rather than a poison, but until then, you have to sweat a lot every day like you now.”
After listening to the master’s words, Flower Pot thought about his younger brother’s tendencies.
Although he’s been sweating a lot these days, fighting against himself, he usually concentrates on reading and doesn’t use his body very much.
“After listening to Master’s words, I understand that qigong is not suitable for my younger brother.”
“This is the qigong that made it possible for you who have been training for less than 10 years. As much as growth is fast, there are side effects. Of course, since you practice diligently every day, in the next 10 years, you will reach a higher level and have no side effects, but how can an ordinary person practice the rigorous training you do every day?”
“okay. All right. I’m sorry for my brother, but I’ll tell you that I can’t teach him.”
“Do it. And since I have a place to go for the ti being, practice alone while I am gone.”
“yes.”
“It’s very late today, so stop going.”
“yes. Thank you for teaching .”
The flower pot bowed to the master and left, letting out a long sigh.
‘Won-hwa seed to want to learn qigong very much, so I’ll have to explain it well so he won’t be disappointed.’
After walking for a long ti, I was able to find a burner ahead of when I arrived at the house.
“Wonhwa.”
“uh! older brother.”
“Are you coming now?”
“yes. Is your brother coming too?”
“huh. Did you eat?”
“no. I haven’t eaten yet.”
“I haven’t eaten yet, but it was good. Shall we go to Hongseo Gaekjan and eat?”
“You can eat rice at ho.”
“Would the servants like it if I asked them to cook it at this hour? Follow . My brother will buy you sothing delicious.”
“yes.”
‘Do you have anything to talk about?’
For so reason, the painter felt as if his brother had sothing he wanted to say, and followed.
Hongseo Gaekjan, where the flower pot arrives with the painter, is famous for its delicious Hwagwatang in Chohyeon. However, the price is high, so ordinary people cannot easily cross the threshold.
Despite the high price in the inn, many people were eating food with alcohol.
“What do you want to eat?”
“I just need son.”
“This is a place where son noodles are not sold. And since there is money hidden from my brother, let’s eat at.”
“Even if it’s hidden money, it’s coming out of my eldest brother’s pocket anyway.”
“Can I buy a horse in the stable with my eldest brother’s money?”
“Co to think of it, I was a bit puzzled when you said that your older brother had bought you a horse.”
“Even though I can’t contribute to the family’s livelihood, I’m earning money, so I can buy you plenty of at.”
“What do you do to make money?”
“That’s a secret.”
“You’re not doing anything bad, are you?”
I didn’t think it would be such a good thing if a brother who was good at martial arts was an easy way to make money.
“It’s a bit embarrassing to tell you, but don’t worry, it’s absolutely not a bad thing. And it’s sothing my eldest brother didn’t object to.”
“If my older brother doesn’t oppose it, then I don’t have to know about it.”
“I didn’t really oppose it, but I actually find it a bit distasteful. You know how old-fashioned your brother is.”
“It is. Still, I want to know what my brother does to make money.”
“I’ll let you know when the ti cos. It’s a secret now.”
“Sheesh, I know. If you don’t want to talk, you can’t help it. I’ll order a lot of at and eat until I’m full.”
“Yes, do a lot.”
The painter ordered an assorted hwagwatang, which many others ordered, and the flower pot ordered alcohol as well.
Hwagwatang is a dish served with a charcoal fire. A large soup bowl containing various vegetables is placed over a charcoal fire, and when the soup starts to boil, thinly sliced at is added and lightly blanched.
After a while, as the water started to boil, the flower pot poured the drink into her own glass.
“Brother, give a drink too.”
“Yeah you too! Are you drinking?”
“Drink so.”
“Since when… did you learn to drink in Seoju by any chance?”
“Hyung, what are you so surprised about while drinking?”
“Are you and I the sa? I’m an outcast, but you’re the future pampered mother and older brother.”
“From the mont you said you were going to be a mber of the council, you beca the one I put out, so give a drink.”
“I knew it. take a drink Instead, don’t ever tell your brother that I drank.”
“yes. I’m not even a kid, so I’m going to say that.”
As the flowerpot poured the wine, the painter raised the glass.
“What? Are you giving a drink?”
Flowerpot made a puzzled expression as she looked at the glass of wine her sister held out.
“The first drink should be a toast.”
“What is a toast?”
“We lightly clink our glasses together.”
“Did you learn this strange Judo in Xuzhou by any chance?”
“It’s the first ti I drink alcohol with my brother, so it’s a way to celebrate.”
“okay. It’s kind of odd, but it’s not bad.”
The flower pot lightly bumped the glass against his brother’s glass and drank it all the way.
After drinking alcohol at once, the painter also picked up the at and blanched it in boiling water.
“Oh, it is delicious. Is this lamb?”
“Have you ever eaten lamb?”
“Yes. Of course I ate.”
wajangchang.
“Did you see this dog …..”
“Kya -ah -ah …..”
At that ti, a sudden turmoil was written and the screams burst.
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