Nothing has changed about Hwasan. The wind is still the same, and the antique halls are still the same.
It wasn't just the Hwasan that changed, it was the man.
"Whoops!"
Jo-Gol is out of uniform. Sweat flows out as I grab the martial arts thrown off. After training from dawn, your whole body is soaked in sweat and you can't stand without changing your clothes.
"Oh, today's training was really tough."
"I don't know if I should do this early in the morning."
Jo-Gol smiled bitterly as he heard the words. His surroundings were full of clothes-washing motives like him. Together, they washed their whole bodies with icy streams and washed their sweaty robes clean.
Jo-Gol put on his new clothes and packed the laundry well.
"Let's go up."
"Yes, death penalty."
Celadon boats picked up their laundered robes and began climbing the Hawasan. Looking at it from behind, Jo-Gol had no choice but to think about it.
'That's a lot of changes.'
I wouldn't have dreamed of seeing this before. Celadon boats were not enthusiastic about learning martial arts, although they were Hwasan's Mundo. The same was true of even the metabolites, Yoon-jong or Jo-Gol.
But now, everyone has voluntarily left early in the morning to train. There was no end to complaints, but no one led to rebellion.
What do you call this scene?
It's like nothing to do with it.'
Jo-Gol was smirking.
Seeing the three great disciples of Hawasan, I can't believe I'm looking like an uncrowned figure. So until now, Hawasan has not been uncrowned?
"Why are you laughing like that?"
Jo-Gol turned his head to the sound coming from the side. Ambassador Yoon-jong was looking back at Jo-Gol with great success.
"Oh, the death penalty. ...It's a little embarrassing to say, but I think everyone now has a no-view."
"Is that so?"
"It's a little strange, though."
"No. I was just thinking the same thing."
"Haha...."
Jo-Gol ended up laughing out loud.
Not long ago, Jo-Gol had never imagined training in Wasan by sweating. The training instructed by the White House was done without exception, but it was more of an effort than a quota.
Jo-Gol's goal was to kill time moderately and then descend and return home. No, it would have been everyone else's goal, not just Jo-Gol.
So can there be passion?
However, I think something has changed recently. Not only that, but the eyes of other death penalty have changed a lot.
I guess this is all about him.'
Jo-Gol's face, which reminds me of Chung-Myung, is slightly distorted.
Chung-Myung was changing Hawasan. It's obviously only a small wind now, but no one knows yet whether it will end up as a breeze or become a huge typhoon that will shake the entire city of Hawasan.
But in the cool future, it will surely have its effect.
Jo-Gol, who jumped up the mountain and entered Hawasan's prose, straightened his shoulders. A corner of my heart was overwhelmed.
But the pride soon flew high into the sky.
"Hey, you can't hold it there!"
"Fly, fly, fly! We're going to push all the materials inside and then start! Are you deaf?"
"There! If you break there, you'll have no pay for a month! It was so hard to climb up here. What are you doing?"
Jo-Gol stared blankly at the sight of Hawasan. It's very busy and chaotic."...."
His gaze shifts greatly from left to right.
What are these people?'
People I've never seen before are coming in and out of prose. Everyone had tools and materials in their hands for the first time.
"There. No, not there! That way!"
It is comforting to know someone among them. Unam was standing among the people and giving instructions urgently.
"... death penalty?"
Yoon-jong, who was looked at by Jo-Gol, walks toward Unam with a blank face.
"Sasukjo."
"Hmm? Is it Yoon-jong?"
"What's all this about?"
"Oh."
Unam smiled brightly.
Normally, I would not have explained one by one to Yoon-jong, who was only the three greatest disciples, but Unam was in a very good mood now. So there's nothing I can't explain.
"It's the workers."
"Worker?"
"Well, you know, aren't the halls very old?"
"That's right."
It's not just that it's old.
It's so old that it's almost crumbly that something breaks and is swept away when the wind blows. At least the places where the disciples lived and where they trained somehow maintained their form. Most Cabinet offices were left unattended without minimal management due to a lack of manpower to manage.
"I'm going to take this opportunity to make a big pay. Re-establish the prose."
"Yes?"
"Don't just look and go and carry the material. The workers must have had a hard time bringing the materials all the way here. Most wood can be made by cutting nearby, but there must be wood that doesn't grow here."
"Yes?"
"Move fast, move fast! Come on!"
Jo-Gol gave a blank look to Unam, who was smiling and shouting.
Perhaps change is coming faster than he thought.
"What's going on?"
Jo-Gol looked at the table with absurd eyes.
Hunger soared to the neck thanks to one more effort to carry the materials. However, the food on the table is more absurd than hungry.
"What is this?"
"...Am I dreaming?"
"No matter how many times you look at it, it's something called meat."
Other death penalty reactions were similar. Their eyes were fixed on the table.
A great deal happened on the table.
The meat has come up.
"Do you mean there's such a thing to be angry about?"
"The crystal of evil business that killed the living and ripped the body off is on the table of the holy Doga."
"It's a windfall!
"...."
Jo-Gol let out a grin.
There was no particular ban on plantation or meat in Hawasan.
There is a discipline that recommends vegetarianism and bans meat-eating in the whole way that Hwasan succeeded it, but it has changed a lot in his generation. Vegetarianism is recommended, but meat eating is not prohibited.
But not forbidding cannot be the same as putting meat on the table.
It's been several years since I entered Hawasan, but this is the first time I've seen meat on the Hawaiian table.
"Can I eat this?"
"I think you put it on the table to eat."
Everyone looks at Yoon-jong's eyes. The decision maker is Yoon-jong unless the private servants are here.
Yoon-jong nodded with a wry smile.
"Let's eat for now. It's going to cool down."
"Yes."
Jo-Gol, once seated by Yoon-Jong, felt a sudden prickly stare and raised his head. All the death penalty is Jo-Gol...…. No, exactly, I'm looking at Yoon-jong sitting next to Jo-Gol.
Knowing the intentions of the death penalty, Yoon-jong grabbed a chopstick and picked up a piece of meat. And the moment the meat goes into Yoon-jong's mouth.Papapapapapapad!
Chopsticks fly into the bowl from all directions!
There were even guys who used gold threads to catch fish. Jo-Gol almost screamed at the sight. But his body was more honest than his head. Jo-Gol's chopsticks also flew into the bowl like lightning.
You can't eat if you're late!'
"Get out of my way, my meat!
"Meat! Meat!
Yoon-jong closed his eyes as he looked at the fragments of the meat scattering everywhere.
Hwasan이.
His wasan is turning into something strange.
"Well, it's a long life and a business."
"You're right."
"They start construction all of a sudden, and there's no meat on the table. Even two new uniforms were given out today, right?"
"I did."
Yoon-jong opened his eyes as if he was thinking something. Jo-Gol, who was looking at the mysterious look,
"What are you thinking?"
"I think money is very good."
"Huh."
Jo-Gol stopped laughing.
I don't know if it's anyone else, but it feels weird to hear this from Yoon-jong.
Do it, it's the same with the others.
"No matter how much money I had, I didn't expect my superiors to change anything so quickly."
"Do you think they should have kept their disciples poor? It couldn't be helped without it."
That's right.
It's not that meat didn't come out because it's against the law. It didn't come out because the meat was expensive.
"I couldn't do it because I didn't have enough money, so I do it when I have money. But what's so weird about it?"
Jo-Gol nodded.
"...Didn't you see Unam Sangho can't help but smile?"
That's right.
I saw it.
Jo-Gol, I swear, had never seen Unam smile so brightly in his life. It could be someone who doesn't know how to laugh. Have you ever thought about it?
What a laugh you have made of such a man!
What is clear is that the present-day Hawasan is on the road to change.
"Death penalty."
"Hmm?"
"What do you think will happen now?"
It was an incoherent question, but Yoon-jong understood what Jo-Gol meant.
"You know that, don't you? Hwasan is already changing rapidly."
"Yes."
"So we need to be prepared."
"Be prepared..."
"It's not just a matter of money. Didn't you see it, too. In the crate."
"Yes, there was a rain check."
I still can see the scene where Jang Moon-in was moving back saying the name of the warrior.
"Hwasan is changing. And it will change. We can't avoid change either. Therefore, we must strengthen our will and work hard. Then can't we see something different than we expected?"
Jo-Gol nodded.
"Is this all because of him?'
Jo-Gol could not help but suspect that the whole situation was caused by Chung-Myung's manipulation some time ago. I frown automatically when I think of the obvious performance.
"What did he do?"
"Do they understand?"
There was no subject, but it wasn't Yoon-jong who didn't know who it was referring to.
"What's certain is that he's not something we can guess ahead of time. You'd better get your act together. He could be swept away by the luck he creates with his clumsy determination."
"Don't worry, death penalty. I'm Jo-Gol."
"Yes, I did."
Yoon-jong smiled and headed for the white plum. A slightly different idea lingered in Jo-Gol's mind, who followed him quietly.'We can't have a clue.'
Jo-Gol's idea was a little different.
Maybe Chung-Myung can't handle not only them but also the elders and the elders. Maybe.
"By the way."
"Huh?"
"Where is he?" I haven't seen you since this morning."
"Didn't you hear that? A man of long letters found him today. Probably in the place of a long writer by now."
"You're a long man? Why would a long writer look for him again?"
"Do they understand?"
Jo-Gol let out a low sigh as Yoon-Jong shrugged.
"I'm so out of my mind."