I made a loud noise, but oh no.

Cheong felt embarrassed.

Cheong learned carpentry in Naknyeong.

And in Naknyeong, houses are built with wood.

But when I tried to repair the real estate, why was it that all I could see was bricks? … .

Of course, it wouldn’t have been built entirely with bricks.

It is clear that the frame was made of wood and filled with bricks.

Was this just a pile of bricks? What did you put it on?

Are there wooden walls inside?

I guess I’ll have to open one to find out… … .

The government has participated in the entire process of tearing down several already flooded houses and building new ones from the ground up in order to build it in the Henan Province style.

“Matriarch, can I take a look at it?”

“Please. hmm. Take a look at the west Haanchae. “There will be a lot of damage there.”

Jinjiajou Jinjiagang readily accepted.

In fact, there are doubts about Cheong’s carpentry skills.

Wasn’t he a young Kigi who greatly shortened Moorim’s record as the youngest person to reach the peak?

He must have slept less, ate quickly, and devoted himself to martial arts while he was awake or awake.

(Actually, I just slept and ate a lot in a hurry and ate the martial arts raw)

So, if you know how to do carpentry, you can’t help but think that the dexterity you had when you were young was just looking over your shoulder.

It was a natural thought.

I’m 21 this year, but isn’t the time in my life not enough to master other skills?

A master in his 60s or 70s would probably say that because he hammers a bit whenever he’s bored, he can go somewhere and call himself a carpenter.

So I didn’t have much expectations about the reconstruction work.

Rather, I just liked the idea of ​​taking revenge and breaking this curse in the same way.

Is a curse a curse for nothing?

The trigger may have been the tricks of the Sapa bastards, but now it has become a real curse.

I would just be grateful if Cheonhwageom could be a small opportunity to pull me out of that quagmire.

Cheong wandered around Jinjiajang.

It’s like a guest walking around alone in a manor. If others see it, they might wonder what kind of hospitality this is, but since the owner of the house Jin was busy with his work and even bowed his head to his junior (albeit a senior in terms of distribution) asking for understanding, I wouldn’t say it’s such a big disrespect. only.

However, if others see it, it may make them click their tongues.

However, it is even more embarrassing that Cheong is a person who does not pay attention to such etiquette at all, and that he is holding on to one person for no reason, pretending to be a guest even though Sega is busy.

So, I was wandering around the manor to actually physically take a look at the Haanchae located somewhere in the west.

Jin is the head of the family who has not even been able to receive new servants, let alone construction workers, as the manor is cursed.

The son-in-law is quiet because he doesn’t show any signs of being popular, and a musty, rotten stench subtly passes through his nose, making him unpleasant and downright bitchy.

So, even though the day was clear and bright, the saturation was low and it was gloomy, like a pale screen, so it felt like there was a shadow.

Only now, I think I understand why he rejected the application from the Murim League because he was embarrassed to receive guests.

But face is face, and since Jangwon is in this state right now, shouldn’t they have done something to get support first?

Even though it is too much to take care of the business with the current staff, everyone has left and customers are left to wander around the manor alone.

It was a shame that I visited because of the rumor that Cheong was having a difficult time, otherwise I wonder how long he would have been slowly shrinking in this cursed manor.

Mr. Jang seemed like a very nice person because he was quiet and quiet, but maybe he was a bit bad at work.

Buildings that emit foul odors even when closed are already damaged, so it would be better to tear them down.

It was at a time when Cheong was having somewhat profane thoughts.

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard through Cheong’s superhuman hearing.

Black, dark, dark. It’s the sound of crying under your breath.

“Oh.”

Cheong rubbed his forearm.

what? ghost? Is it really there?

I wonder if there are ghosts in a world where there is a conduit, energy, and the Tathagata Kidney is like a Buddha.

Since he is a Tathagata with the energy of perm, do you think he can slay ghosts?

Cheong cautiously approaches the sound.

When I watch a scary story on screen, I wonder why I open the door and step into a haunted place when the characters immediately feel uncomfortable, tremble with fear, and swallow their saliva with nervousness.

I understand because I have actually encountered such a situation.

It’s much scarier to run away without confirming whether this is real or not.

Following the sound of Cheongi, I slightly open the door of a building with a particularly strong odor –

Sigh.

Since my son-in-law is quiet, the sound of the door opening really bothers me.

And inside the dark building, there was a boy sitting alone on the other side.

hmm. It was a person. what. That’s right.

“who is this?”

“Ah, Sojeo Seomun. “Sigh, what’s going on here?”

“Oh, you. Was it Hwacheon?”

Jinhwacheon. I heard he was the Jin family’s oldest son, but I can’t even remember because they are a big family with about 14 or 15 sons and daughters in total.

“What are you doing here? “Why are you crying?”

“I didn’t cry.”

Jinhua Cheon said that with swollen eyes.

“It’s going to snow.”

“Well, you saw it wrong.”

After Jinhwacheon said that, he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve.

“okay. “If that’s you, then that’s probably it.”

“I didn’t cry.”

“Okay, okay. “I didn’t see anything.”

His youthful face twitched.

But Cheong just lifted the corner of his mouth.

What can you do if you wriggle?

“What are you doing here?”

“me? I was looking for where Haanchae was. They’re all so similar that I don’t know where they are. “If you don’t have anything to do, can you give me some guidance?”

Jin Hua Cheon makes a puzzled expression.

“This is Haanchae, right?”

“ah. Are you here? Did you get it right? Why am I so good at finding my way? The path I take is the path. Kyaaa.”

Jinhua Cheon’s expression changed.

Cheong realized that a person can change from a bewildered expression to a more bewildered one.

“So, what’s going on here?”

“ah. I’m trying to do construction, but I don’t know what Guangdong style is. “I tried to take a closer look by opening one piece and looking at it slowly.”

“Tearing it down, dismantling the house…” … ?”

“huh.”

Jin Hua-cheon’s expression darkens at that.

“It’s not possible.”

“huh? what?”

“It’s not possible. You can’t do that. “That can’t be possible.”

“Eh. “You also took permission from the head of the family?”

“but.”

“Give up, boy. No one can stop my destruction. I will tear it all down and rebuild it. Destruction is the mother of creation. Have you ever seen Suzaku rising from the ashes?”

Cheong said anything.

It was a ridiculous statement.

“No!”

Jinhwacheon screams at him.

“If you destroy the house, then, ugh, then.”

And then tears welled up, my nostrils flared, and I took a deep breath.

ah. This is going to make you cry.

Cheong thought it was too late, but it was already too late.

Heungheung, the boy burst into tears.

It took some time for the boy to calm down.

“This is Hye-woon’s house, and if the house is torn down, you won’t remember it again. “I couldn’t even say hello.”

From what I heard, it seemed like it was my best friend’s house.

The children of Sega do not play outside of Sega, but the friends they grow up playing with, bickering among themselves, are ultimately collateral relatives.

“hmm.”

Cheong reflected deeply.

Of course, it’s not that I made the boy cry.

Why does a baby boy cry?

Crying is a special move reserved for women, so male children will not be tolerated even if they cry.

Rather, it was a reflection on myself, feeling frustrated and wondering why I wasn’t doing anything when my family was like this.

Guangdong Jinga is Sega.

It was a collection of people with the last name Jin, so even if they were cousins, they were cousins ​​to the nearest cousins, and even if they were distant cousins, they were neighbors and friends who had grown up together since childhood.

And it is family.

It must have taken about two months to travel slowly from Hanam to Guangdong, and if we returned around mid-August and discovered this tragedy, it would have been just over three months since we celebrated the 49th ancestral rites, the last of the central funeral rites.

It’s too short a time to forget the loss of a family member.

This was not a breakup that I had slowly prepared for due to illness or old age, but an unfair disaster that occurred due to a surprise attack by sectarians.

Even when the authorities found the body, it must have been in a miserable state, more like a liquid than a solid, having been left in the humid and hot Guangdong weather in the middle of summer.

Didn’t they even have fun watching the martial arts competition while the body was rotting?

Rather tear it down.

To the people of Jinga, each and every house must have been like a memorial.

I can only guess that he might be like that too, but there is no way to know how Cheong actually feels.

So, the current state of the Jin family is not a matter of the interference of the four factions or the lack of labor.

It will be close to some kind of helplessness or sadness.

But, does that mean I only use it because I keep getting beaten up?

After all, isn’t the city full of horsemen who are trying to take down the family that is already in mourning over the disaster?

These bastards are willing to use any means possible, even cruelly harming innocent workers.

—-

Cheong dressed up in an outfit suitable for a civil engineering fairy and went out to downtown Gwangju.

It was indeed the appearance of Gigi Lee that caught the attention of the entire city.

In a gorgeous shaman ranch with multi-colored cloth hanging, a rope tied around her waist and dozens of seashells woven together to create a rainbow-colored sheen, the sound of shells crashing each time she walks is loud.

Meanwhile, on the hat worn on the head, an amulet with a sutra written on a piece of paper is attached to it, and as if that were not enough, it hangs long on the left, right, and back, reaching all the way to the shoulders and back.

After covering her face with dark cotton thread only in front, it was like a magical shaman taking on the role of author.

But if you are a shaman, you are a shaman, not a carpenter.

Actually, that’s how it came out.

There must be at least a special carpenter-like tool. As soon as everyone sees it, they think that a civil engineering fairy has arrived.

top? Just write a review. plane? Just write a review. chisel? affection? Geomgang is invincible.

But I need a hammer.

Although the Moonlight Sword Ten-Ho is a heavy weapon that weighs five pounds, it is a bit difficult to use it as a hammer in a barrel with a well-centered weight.

So, Cheong acts like that and sets foot on Cheolbang Street.

Amidst the exciting sound of iron hitting the ground and the thick smell of burning coal, Cheong slowly walked around and pretended to look at the ironware scattered around the stall.

Actually, I haven’t worked on the cage so I don’t know much about it even if I look at it from the outside.

First of all, it is a ploy to impress people with the appearance of a civil engineering fairy.

Then, Cheong approaches the largest iron cage and suddenly asks, speaking informally.

It was his own way of imitating a shaman.

“Hey, I want to see my long hammer.”

“How much do you see?”

“Fifteen pounds.”

“Hey. “Is there such a thing?”

“weird. “It’s used in Hanam.”

Of course I don’t use it.

Because if you swing a 15-pound hammer, it is clear that a person will not be able to hold on to an angle and will be blown up.

Moreover, just because a hammer is heavy doesn’t mean it’s the best, so if you use a hammer that heavy, it’s closer to breaking the material rather than hammering.

Even if you try to drive a single stake into it, it won’t get stuck, but will crack from the inside and split apart.

“Then what is the biggest hammer in Guangdong?”

“Eight geun. No, those Hanam guys make hammers worth 15 geun? “Where on earth do you use that?”

“Where can you use a hammer to build a house? “Are you going to break that idiot’s head?”

“under. Even if you use eight sacks, you’ll get tired and run out every time, so even if you search the entire street, you might come up with ten sacks, which is my recommendation. “What kind of 15 geun long pole are you using?”

“The main lady takes the port merchant to Shinju. “She is very sad that the 20-pound iron weight she originally used was broken, as the 15-pound weight is also light.”

“Twenty pounds? under. So, will you use about 8 geun like chopsticks? Where can I see that exciting hammering?”

“Tsk. I don’t mind seeing it. Since you doubted the minister, you will suffer great misfortune. Does it still matter?”

“joy. You shamans charm people that way. “Fuck you, what kind of quack-like bitch is dressed like a quack-”

The iron cage that was snorting suddenly stops speaking.

This is because the long, thin, and extremely fragile hands held the eight-strong long weight and lifted it lightly.

Then, it looks like a sheep clucking up and down, swinging a tree branch.

“I’m not buying any weight.”

Then, he throws an iron key placed next to him and hits it with the head of a hammer to keep it afloat.

The word for a hammer is different from other tools, so when it comes to eight pounds, only the weight of the hammer head is counted.

He holds the end of a hammer handle that is about four feet long with one hand, and continues to hit the long, heavy iron hammer by striking it at a height of half an inch.

With the cage’s mouth wide open, my head goes up and down, following the falling iron pole while flying in the sky.

The sound of metal being struck.

In addition to the outfit of a self-proclaimed spiritual shaman from the Qing Dynasty, which was already attracting attention, the iron leader of Cheolbang Street who saw the article, and the customers were also fascinated and watched the miracle.