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Then the door of the car opened, and I heard the sound of searching, "Yeon, Yeon." I was called three or four times in the noisy city, and I heard a kite. I even understood what you were saying while listening. It was Bohyun's voice. When I turned around, it was naturally Olke who opened the door of the taxi and raised his body half-full and called me. "Hey, sister." "It's your age." I heard you were going to Chae-ok's house to play. "I felt uncomfortable answering. I couldn't help but lie again. "I just came because your grandmother came. What about you?" "Come on up." I think Yeon will come a little late, so I'm on my way to the cotton shop during that time." Yeon went up to the taxi and sat down. The taxi slips back to close. "What did you buy so much?" asked Yeon, looking at a fairly large corner on Olke's lap. "Yeon is in a coma." "It's embarrassing." I just said this in the taxi. After returning home, Yeon only let the bookcloth into her room and followed her into the main room. "You're not here yet, are you?" This was the first thing Yeon asked as she entered and sat down. 'He didn't come.' 'Where did he go?' 'I don't know.' 'Sister, aren't you lonely if you don't come in?' 'Why not?' A lonely expression passed by on his face, which he wanted to describe as strange. "Again -." It was awkward to ask. As a maiden and a person under her hand, it was a difficult word to ask. Yeon only asked after a moment of hesitation.

Yeon understood the voice of Bohyeon, who called me in the midst of the uproar of the miscellaneous city.

One day, I went somewhere and went home at 9 p.m., and K came and was waiting. He sat on the upper neck, and his wife sat on the lower neck, and the wife, who was not seen by his wife, was sitting with her side steaming beautifully. "My wife...…. Let's say hello……." Mr. K smiled at me and the wife alternately. I gave a puzzled greeting. A few days later, I heard from K that after staying in another person's house for a long time, the clothing food was not right and I had a lot of money, so I got three rooms in Singyo-dong and started to live there again. When I heard that, I laughed to myself, saying that there were some strange people. Then in the fall of that year, they broke up again. One day, when I met K in Jongno, he said that he was not good at living, so he threw it away and his wife went somewhere. Not only the housekeeping but also the work he did, he gave up if he didn't like it. I remember the following year, but I went to a school outside the door and worked as a teacher. "It is the man who is dirty! Can you say that my throat is grape syrup……. You're acting like a terrible teacher again...…." Then he met me a little later and said, "I quit being a teacher for him...…. I'll starve to death……." I said. I have tasted the pain of doing something I don't care about for my mouth, so I have never felt ashamed that I don't have the courage to quit if I don't mind rather than blame him for being restless.

When I went home, K and his wife, who sat prettily steamed, were waiting.

"……The storm is raging from the night of the afternoons announcement until dawn. The boundary areas are the southeastern part of Jeil-gu and the coastal part of Jeil-gu.It will be worse in the southeast, and the wind speed is about 20 meters per hour, which can only shake large branches. Please be extra vigilant……." When the radio's weather warning rang loudly, Miran felt the force of the storm sweeping the streets outside, and she was anxious with various worries, and why did she break into Danju's room when she broke in. My heart flutters and my body starts to tremble. Dan-joo, who was obsessed with the same idea, also scattered his head and ran with trembling, turned off the radio's switch to turn off the loud sound of the weather specialist, but this time, music starts to be heard instead. It's a symphony. It's gradually known that it's all symphonic. "There are two storm detention centers." It was the part of the storm in the second movement. the sound of rain storming the field. The sound of the wind. All birds hide in the bushes and are hit by the rain of flowers and grass. The ditch immediately overflows the grass with water, and the more severe rain seems to break even rocks, the sound of rain, the sound of wind, the sound of thunder, the sound of rain, the sound of rain, the sound of thunder, the sound of floating all over the field...…It seems that thunder has already been mixed not only in the world of music but also in the world outside the door. It's going to be higher and higher...…rumbling.

As Danju switches the radio with a trembling heart, the storm of the second movement of the symphony begins to be heard.

Our workers, who had gathered, could not see his end, and said, "Hurry up and load up. "What are you looking at?" The director's harsh sound made me return to the form and began to carry my burden. The next day, I heard that Bong-joon's mother's body was buried at the Railway Bureau. And everything was fine. "If you have a bereaved family, you won't be able to give 300 won in alimony, so instead, we'll do well in the future," he said proudly, whether it's the stationmaster or the assistant. 300 won! Human life is such a cheap thing. After that, I developed a strange disease. I was scared and hated the train for nothing. I'm sick and tired of seeing him roll over. At the same time, my head and chest seem to be squashed on the wheel, and at the same time, the shadow like Bong-joon's mother comes to my mind. Sometimes the shadow looks like me. Yeah, I don't want to see the train every time I go out to work, so I leave the station work and go back to the Chido board like this. However, I don't feel comfortable at all even if I come to the Chidopan. I can't stand it because it's like a train there, too. It is a "Rowler" that strengthens the road, and when I see the big wheel rolling, my bones and meat seem to be closely laid there. Not only that, but even more and more other machines are hated and scared, so even when I look at a shovel or pickaxe, I feel as if he's shooting his back. If you don't even use a razor and hide it deep in the drawer, you can't sleep because the sparkling light strangely comes up in front of you.

Bong-jun's mother's body was held by the Railway Bureau, but Bong-jun has since become not only afraid and disliked the train, but also hated and scared of other machines.

At the time of parting, he broke up and took us to his house, told us his house, and asked us to come and play from tomorrow. Having promised to go on a trip, I abandoned my promise with my friend R, whom I hadn't met for a long time, the next day, and ended Nampo's success that night and returned to Pyongyang the next day. Therefore, the promise to visit him at his house was not fulfilled. In order to sign a contract with Geumcheondaejwa in Pyongyang for the first trip of the first month of the Gregorian calendar and to sign a contract with Hangjwa for "No. 2 box office," I went to Jinnampo one day at the end of the year. The contract with Hangjwa ended safely. And when I returned to the inn, I thought about visiting Bae-ok's house for the time until the evening tea. At that time, I was ashamed to admit to myself the strange attachment I had to Bae-ok, who was 28 years old, Bae-ok was ten years old, and Bae-ok had a car of ten years. As a writer, I, who constantly laughed at criticism of my feelings and actions, did not refuse to laugh at strict criticism, even on top of the strange affection I have for Bae Ok. And as a result, what I had for him was the kind of affection parents have for their children, the eldest for their younger brother, or the adult for their younger brother. However, in the meantime, I could not ignore the strange assumption that reason only has about reason, so I couldn't take my foot off to Baeok's house. "Isn't it all right?" Just hang out....' I encouraged myself like this, but I didn't have the courage to stand up. 'A little longer,' 'a little longer,' I was making my own excuses, unable to take my butt off the warm inn's lower neck.

He took us to his house, told us the house, and asked us to come over from tomorrow, but I couldn't keep my promise and returned to Pyongyang.

"Why couldn't you ask me to go for a minute?……" Eun-ju regretted that her idea of time and distance was somewhat roughed up. "I don't know!" Eun-joo's high heels kicked one of Fave's rock stones as the tension she had been carrying since the morning eased. "What you can't do is what you can't do!" It was Eun-ju's temper that took much less time to give up than others. However, Eun-ju can't help but feel a lump under her breast, which can't be given up simply like when she cut the wrong place due to poor scissors while cutting Sujeongcheon. The idea of "Haengnyeo?" led Eun-ju to cross the electronic road and walk toward Eulji-ro. If you look at the left side of the road, you might meet your soul if you pass on the right side. "Yes. Isn't the car running too fast?" Eun-joo had the fluke of finally catching Younghoon while walking while fixing the calculation of distance and time again. 'What's the matter with you?' 'No...…" "Then let's go to lunch. Let's buy two bottles of beer. Yesterday was my payday……" 'Thank you.' 'How many times have you already said thank you? He got married and made breakfast table. I guess he'll quit?" "Ah, hahaha...…" "There is a reason why I express my gratitude more than necessary...…but this is not my story, it's my wife's lesson." "Wow. Hahaha...…" Younghoon was stabbed.

Eun-ju, who takes much less time to give up than others, pecked a pebble, regretting that her ideas were loosed.

It was very plausible to dance noodles on a winter night of chicken collection for Lunar New Year's Day. In addition, it was perfect when the seasoning was chicken and the soup was dongchimi. Even in this winter, as the noodles were pressed at the tavern in front of the village, young people who worked in the love of Wook's family also added flavor to these noodles. When the ship was hungry near midnight, the taste of the noodles was strong, so I didn't want to work in the city. I couldn't hold it in, so everyone took off their hands as if they were waiting for such an offer to come out whenever someone said, "Oh, yeah, let's eat it." Then they would rush out into the tavern. However, it was difficult to think about the noodle dance every night with just hitting the knee and twisting the baby's feet. Although it is a trauma, even if there is no world until New Year's Eve, it is a burden that is overflowing with strength. It was no laughing matter. There was also an axis to return it to Geonmyeong Taegae and Squid Mari because it was impossible to continue, but their Gumi, which tasted noodles, was not the object of Ingen Gumi as squid mari or pollack. Nevertheless, they eventually obtained this plan, which had only been trying to find a way to eat noodles. Chicken and dongchimi are in anyone's house, and noodles are bought only with sari and rolled by hand, which was not much different from the cost of squid or pollack. They decided to implement the plan from that night, lamenting that they had been reluctant to do so earlier. Let's buy noodles at a tavern with only sari and roll them at Wook's house, and each person can bring eight sari noodles, a container of kimchi, and a chicken. It wasn't a difficult job. However, it was a problem. Since Wook is the owner of the house, it was only in the question of whether Wook's share should be taken out or not. Wook's mother would have to wait for the noodles every night, so even if the public offering fee was natural, Wook's case was different from that. Although he is the owner, he is a worker in the same Sarangbang and a gambler of the same friends. It should not be missed even if it is righteousness, but Wook's mother was against it. The reason was that Wook was the owner who provided the Sarangbang, a workplace.

They were only looking for a way to eat noodles, but they decided to bring noodles, kimchi, and chicken one by one every night and roll it at Wook's house and implement it from that night.

Chapter 8 On the 10th day, I had a good rest for the first time. Various Allied planes have been connected since dawn. "Rest here today!" It was a small valley overlooking a small rural town. There were quite a few trees. It really felt like I had a herring on my back. "Where is the example?" Old man Yoon finally opened his mouth. But no one is answering. It's all looking around for what to do on its own, but who doesn't answer. "It's the land of Hwanghae-do." It's only been a while that someone says it's dying. "Where are you, what are you doing?" Hyuk also lied down. I closed my eyes. I fell asleep praying in my heart that it would last forever. I'm wide awake. Everyone is wiping away their tears as they turn around because they can hear the crying sound. The young person who was in the last row was doomed. It was a banker. Turns out it was S. His breath was broken, but his chest was still a little warm. Gil Dong-moo, who was sharing his fate, died, but they were without even entertainment to cover their faces. No, they didn't even have the freedom to make a will to a dying man. Not even they need a will. "Reactionist!" The escort snapped the wire with a pincher. He remained clinging to the wire until the last moment. He died hanging from a wire. "You're so blue!" The convoy kicked the body with its feet. The dead body is in the wild. The second kick was rolling on the floor. So, the body was rolling down the bone.

When young S died on the land of Hwanghae-do, everyone shed tears, but the convoy kicked the body and the body was shaken.

"Where does that sound like a cat? That's the sound of a cat cousin! Yangwoong Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa "Yes, that's the voice of a cat! This is how you do it!" Ah-ah clasped her nose with her mother's and her wisdom, and screamed, "Yang-ong!" The sharp snoring sound was natural enough to make it difficult for a human ear to tell what it was like for a cat's ear. "Where? Yang-Ong!" The Westerner also held his nose and screamed, but it was like the nasal voice of a girl carrying a jar because it was dull. "Hae-hae-yang-Ong! Let's do this!" Ah was in high spirits. But the point of the question was whether the mouse would hear the sound of the cat or not. It was a long night. In the meantime, there was no rat sound, perhaps because there was a human sound. However, as the inside and outside took their seats and became quiet, the mouse was lifted again. "Yang-Ong!" cried Ah-ah, gesturing for her husband to stay still. But the mouse was still lifted. "Yang-Ong! Yang-Ong-Ong!" Ah-ah laughed. The rat stopped for a while and then it started to come out again. "Yang...." When Ah-ah shouted again, the west said, "Honey, stop it. It's all wrong!" he said sarcastically, imitating a rural dialect. "Don't tell me! Rats know what people say!" "Whew, don't worry! You're cheating! What should I do! Huh." And the West jumped up and banged the banjja with his fist, laughing, "This is the best!"

Mrs. Ah held her nose tightly with her mother's and wisdom and screamed, saying, "It's the sound of a cat."

Moujido - Rural 12th Yahwa 1 "Oh yes, you would have hugged her forever! Don't worry about a little girl!" "Oh, she's not a little girl." "Oh, she's not coming out! She's got a girl on him…" Cheomji whispers. Still, Cheomji-cheo, who is famous for not kicking, said, "Hmm, why do you think your child is awake. "Why do you say that because you raised it well?" Cheomji's wife, who was walking in the sesame field last fall, shouted, "I can't stand this six-year-old wife!" and she stood up with a flag while tying the field from this side of her wife stood up. "Oh, come on, yeah!" his wife batts her chest. I ran hurriedly, wondering if I had been bitten by a serpent, and said, "Look at you. Can you bear this six-sitcher?" It is a blue worm that is a span of tongs. Cheomji picked up the worm while making a loud noise, lifted it up, and smashed it all over the head of the field. "Punch!" the caterpillar burst its intestines and died instantly on the spot. As if Cheomji was still not satisfied, he responded with his bare feet, saying, "Hey! You know how much blood and sweat I have on a head of sesame!" Imagine the terrible face of her husband when Cheomji-cheo caught and killed a worm at the moment, and it was terrible to write words that could not be put in his mouth to a child who received his blood, no matter how much she was a girl. "You're born the wrong two mother, Avil, and you get all kinds of punishment. You were born into a rich family. You'll enjoy all kinds of luxury because you'll be happy…" Cheomji-cheo imagined Lee Yeon-yi, the daughter of Lee Ju-ju, a big village in Dong-ri. Where do you open it? It's a person. I thought our Bok-soon would tell this year. However, he won't let me sit at his bedside for a while, let alone be unable to give him a dose of medicine even though his life is hard. This year, a single cough was enough to make the town hospital El Gapne-dong-ri noisy.

When Cheomji scolded her, saying, "Is it a big deal to die of a girl?" Cheomji-cheo felt terrible for her husband to say mean things to her blood-related child.

Mansu, who heard it half-asleep, woke up at first glance with a strange sound passing by. The wind just screams wretchedly. The black air flowing in the room is frighteningly gloomy. Mansu opened his eyes and his heart was wriggling at the strange sound of the wind. He raised his head and looked at the window. A dog sleeping on the floor barks and runs out. The moment I hear a dog sounding plaintively in the sound of the wind! The powerful blue light passing through Mansu's brain at first glance lifted Mansu's body like a shiver of fear throughout Mansu's body. Standing up, Mansu unconsciously touched the door handle. The dog, which had been barking bitterly like a gunshots with a flash of light in the dark window, remained silent, leaving a sad sound of "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Mansu, who touched the doorknob, hurriedly took off three or four marks over there, then turned around and touched the doorknob. The blue light flowing in his eyes, piercing through the window, shone frightfully in the darkness. "Take off the door" Kim Sosa grabs Jung Moon-soo, who sleeps. The sound heard in the sound of the harsh wind pressed the surrounding air heavily like the heart of a lion falling on the sick person. Mansu realized who the swing was at right angles. His extremities, which were nervous when he was a brain in 'Is he here?' were relaxed in his pulse, which was extremely beating. "Does Inje get caught! Yes, why did I come home?" He gritted his teeth again. He unconsciously tried to put his hand in his side. He was devastated when his hand touched his side slid down without a hitch. It was as if the master who lost his Invasion from North Korea on the angry water was in such despair.

Mansu, who woke up to a strange sound in his ears, raised his head and looked at the window.

I thought it was a little strange that every day it went up by a penny, only to give it away, but I didn't realize it. But it was the day after giving the last 30 games. While doing this baby, my wife suddenly remembered at the end and asked, "Oh, you're burning money every day these days, aren't you?" 'Yes!' 'What does he spend his money on? Maybe it was sold to snacks?" "What do you mean, you don't have the sense to buy the eldest son or something like that?" "I don't." "I started with the first 12 days. I paid 30 times a day yesterday."…" "You're a loser, too. How come you're so comfortable with young Al's money?" I also thought it was cheap to blame my wife, and I said, "Hey, do you want me to search my hand bowl and desk?" "Yeah, I've already searched both!" "Really?" "I don't have a penny!" I guess it's really snacking!" "Where's snacking these days?" "There's more!" "But don't you know that it's going up once a day?" If it's for snacks, it's 10 jeons, and if it's 20 jeons, it's 20 jeons. That's right. "How come 12 or 13?" And then the child came back from school. As if something good had happened, he came in with a single voice, and as soon as he saw me, he reached out his hand, "Father, I have a penny, huh?" All of a sudden, it dropped to one game. I was silently looking at my face, and my wife ran and asked me in a wooden manner, "What did you spend that money on?"

When the child came back from school, his wife asked him, "What did you spend your money on?"

It was a suitable autumn weather, neither warm nor cloudy. It was a time when leaves began to color or fall, and new fruits began to pile up in front of the fruit store. When they passed the common gate and went out to the field, the three carried beef pots, grill, charcoal, alcohol, and rice, and their legs were refreshed. Poems have soft weeds under their feet, and the smell of ripe grain flows from afar. The opening of unknown red tree fruits in places also delights the mind like a child. Until it passes through the field bank and reaches the foot of the mountain, the story of the new west never progresses. When I was on the street, the story that I didn't even dare to tell began to bloom between the three of them once I left the street, but among them, all kinds of pleasant stories when Shin Seo-bang's miscalculation always catch my ears. Despite his short career, he seems to have lived there for a long time, and the stories that follow are engraved in my eyes one after another like pictures. There was a story about a catcher who was good at hunting ducks in the West Sea when he went fishing with a colleague and went to a bar to drink for a day as a compliment, and the story of Han went back to the house without a gun That day was the story of leaving Osan. The sweet sound of words is indescribably rare, and I can hear every word in my ear.

The legs of the three people, carrying beef jars, alcohol and rice, were refreshing in the autumn weather when the leaves began to dye.

If you keep one dog diligently for a year, the tax is also a tax, so the available money of the change came out great. He is well acquainted with the commonality of this magazine. It was in the summer when Punpun took the example of the villagers with all his money and bought a flock of sheep from the Jongmyojang. By the time the oil was more precious than the person who cooled the black porcelain flowing through the cut, the male died in less than a month, perhaps because he missed the milk when he spread the straw in a corner of his room and even put it on top of it. Sik cherished the rest of the female and even fed her with water in a single set of rice bowls. When he was sick without drinking water, he stopped going to trees and took care of animals all day. After six months of raising, it was barely noticeable that a sow was born. Before Dalpo, Sik had been dragged to a seedling graveyard more than 10 li long for his first test. Fifty years before Pidon, it was not always easy to receive Naeseo seeds. Sik is angry. At the end of the day, a neighbor who had been spending time with him ran away somewhere. Sik was so upset that he couldn't work for a few days. He always replied coldly because he was sulky, and when I thought that he had never allowed that fine flesh and left his old father alone, he was disgusted. However, since it was a deep-seated Park Cho-si's affair, he had no idea what he had planned to do with his daughter's measures. The rumor that 10 won of money came to Park Cho-si a few days ago rather than going to Cheongjin or Seoul was a mystery, but I couldn't guess at all. I was so upset that I couldn't get enough of it. As he wanted to chew on two cheeks like Neunggeum flower, Sik couldn't control the deepening of the rise until today.

The male died and raised the female patient dearly and dragged her to the Jongmyo Shrine.

As such, he was much more interested in a page of Einstein or Fabre's Insects, which I read alone, than in Lawrence's lecture, where Professor ✕ was excited, or in Ko Si-jo, where the instructor (only Jae-ga was excited) memorized. Not only that, but he wasn't confident in any of his brushstrokes. Long after that, it was during this semester's vacation, but I was sleepy a few times to write a graduation review in a women's magazine, so even if I wrestled with the manuscript for five days, it became difficult to get four points in writing, let alone in a magazine. Yes, I had no choice but to tear up the manuscript and talk to my senior, the magazine's wife reporter, who just came to urge me, and finally got away with it. After that, a magazine came as a donation, so I opened it up, and it was embarrassing that the article was published in a big picture and one thing, and it was very easy to break the wish of a female writer. Then, the next thing would be to just flutter, read, and understand art and music because he knew how to understand fluke, but he was so uncomfortable and rich that he could not imagine people playing all year round without doing anything at all. You shouldn't have married and studied more and played without doing anything, so go to the last place (very different bloodline from the first ones) There was only a so-called job left.

He is not married and has no confidence in his brush skills, so all he has left is a job.

Next, Oh Seo-bang receives alcohol, inhales it with Choi Seo-bang's example, and chews the side dish...… The other thing I chew is my cheekbones are empty. Next, Obok receives a glass and inhales it while pretending to turn his head because it is in front of the older person. It would be enough to drink makgeolli one by one, but after drinking him one by one, he has a reassuring face that rises from his whole body, and there is no one in the world to cover up the taste of makgeolli (which is not even a product). Obok comes to pick up a bottle of liquor with a bowl in his hand to pour the cap, and the cap asks for the crown with a bowl of water, telling him to stay still. "Me? ..." Gwansu shakes his head with a smile. '...I can't drink.' 'I'm thirsty, too!' "I can't even put it in my mouth……" "Why don't you grab a new pair of socks?" Choi Seo-bang also offers. However, Gwansu says he can't eat it all the time, so he picks up one and dips it in red pepper paste and chews it. "These days, young people are like Shin Tong-du!" It is a word that Gapsoe's mother praises Gwansu. However, it is not a compliment for not drinking, but it is only a word that means that people who don't drink are so much like that. So, like a woman, it can be interpreted well as a sad word...… Gapsoe seems to have fallen into ssireum again, so he can't even bite inside, and he turns the swollen liquor to Choi Seo-bang. However, Obok likes it because even a sip does not dampen his share.

Choi Seo-bang also recommended alcohol to Gwansu, but Gwansu said he couldn't eat it often, so he picked up garlic and ate it.

"That cow is very good. Now, look." There is no good cow for Cheomji. As long as you have a good reputation, you can have a bull, a cow, and a calf. Kudzu is good because it is kudzu, and Nurung is good because it is yellow. "Never in my life can I wear a guy like that in my life?" There are not many times when I saw a cow and didn't sigh like this. A cow crawled into the kumji early in the fall of one year. The Baenaekso, which had been requested since Lee Tae-jeon while entering and leaving the house like a bodhisattva, was taken. At that time, the remaining eight-year-old fortune-teller used the yard from dawn to prepare for threshing, put out a mortar, and laid a straw mat. Did the fortune-teller, who went to call a late worker, understand Cheomji's cow-telling psychology even on the young shelf? "Father, this cow is reciting!" and ran out! What a strange thing!" he said, as if a puppy had a calf. No matter how busy he was, he couldn't bear to go through it with his own eyes.From that day on, Cheomji became a complete servant of this injection. No, it became the body of this injection house's yellow cow. He killed iron, sprained, and even interfered with the Gilma, and even when a fly sat down, he said, "A fly to kill this neck, a seed pillow is not a waste for the mother, and a mother to suck something, and this neck." The family is the family away. "Cheomji, if Cheomji had done half of the sincerity he gave to your mother to the cow, there would have been a filial piety gate," Lee Ju-ju's house teased. Then Cheomji smiles like a cow, saying, "Is that all?"

The remaining eight-year-old fortune teller ran to his father, who was busy preparing for threshing from dawn, and was amazed that the cow in this injection gave birth to a cow.

The horse driver, Eungpal, raises his horse with the reins in one hand, spreads his broken hand again, and shoots with his eyes down there. A gleam of fifty-year-old silver, which appeared with a flash, was placed on the palm of the hand in sweat, and the round spot of money rarely disappeared in the middle of the two fingers that touched it up no matter how hard it was broken. After seeing this, Eungpal made a heavy mockery of his dark blue lips in his rough beard, which had never been trimmed, and smiled at himself with satisfaction, saying, "Where is my intelligence that has been shaved like this. Even today, while Jang Gade drove the groom and walked 10 miles to get money, he probably repeated this five more times. So there are still ten miles left to reach the house. I don't know how many times I have to do this again. If anything is precious, Eungpal cannot put two pockets on the left and right sides of the vest. If you are away from your hands, you can't relax. You can feel relieved that the object is not completely leaving you when you have the touch of the flesh. However, this doubt of Nepal was never beneficial to him. Once again, I drove a person and got a piece 50 minutes ago, held it in my hand, and suddenly stopped talking and opened the zoom. I had no money in my hand. I remembered that I forgot the money that I had held when I was pulling out my waist while I was zooming in a while ago. Therefore, it was clear that the money fell at that time, but even after that, he couldn't put the money in his pocket and didn't forget to break it in the zoom, and only did it often.

The coachman, Eungpal, pulled up his horse and grabbed the silver from his palm.

It would also be said that it was a partial rejection that I was not moved by finding such a country again. After losing the ten-year-old Majigi from the rice paddies, it was painful, but things were pitiful in the future. There was no chance of a rice field or a mere seven horses. I had to get other people's land and supplement it. However, other people's setto had to bite Doji, so the strength was as good as when I built my rice paddies, but it was less than half of what I could take in the fall. However, it was impossible not to tenant other people's setos. Thus, Hansaengwonne was a poor tenant farmer from the time he was in his own country without ruining his country's reputation. In Gyeongsul, the country collapsed, and for 36 years, he was the same poor tenant farmer under Japanese rule. In addition, the Korean Academy thought that although the country was restored thanks to others, it would not be a small country considering only the country of the end of Korea, and that it would still be common for poor tenant farmers to eat other people's setos. In the 3rd and 4th years before Japan surrendered, there was a sudden sense of wariness and anxiety, and there was no other way for Han Saeng-won to live as a subordinate people of Japan after the country collapsed and disappeared. Still building someone else's seto, biting more than half of the doji. There was nothing worse than the pride and pressure of the poor tenant who believed in the rest, and there was nothing worse than the pride and pressure of the inspector, the one-man, and the civil servants.

It was impossible to make up for the rice paddies of the Seven Magi, so it had to be supplemented by getting other people's setos, but in other people's setos, less than half of them were taken up in the fall.

"Mom, Bob Joo, Hmph!" This year, four-year-old Hakbeom is starting to pester again. The mother of the school criminal, who has already starved three meals, was hungry and couldn't, so now her legs are shaking to walk while holding her stomach. "Bob Heung, why is Bob Bob?" At first, the mother of the school criminal saw her son's lips dry and belly attached to her back, and when she saw her husband coming in with an empty frame and dark, she wet her clothes when her eyes flowed in silent sorrow, and now it's withering. Rather than withering, the medicine, which occurs due to extreme poverty, rose to the top of my head, making me angry and annoyed at nothing. "Uhhh! Mom- Give me food. Yes, mom-." The sound seems to be forced to squeeze. "Puck can't stand it. I'm asking your father! I don't know now either." The mother of the crane criminal, who lay down a piece of harness and lay down in the pit, jumped up and down, shouting like a nuisance. My heart was empty and my head was dizzy, and my eyes suddenly turned black. He grabbed his head and collapsed on the spot. "Ang-ah-ah-ah-ah-hung-ing, Heung-hung-ing-." Hakbeom sees his mother lying down without any response and struggles, screaming louder to squeeze it out. It is like a dusk-colored dusk that is getting dark inside by attaching a huge gate the size of a nostril. Everyone loses their light, so even the person who moves in it feels like a ghost.

When the four-year-old student began to beg for food, the mother of the student, who lay down, jumped up and sat down screaming that she didn't know now.

It was a novel about love. How ignorant and useless the world has been about their relationship, protests against such common sense and malice, and advocacy of free will of love - that was the theme of the story. Despite dizzy rumors and slander, the two finally decided to get married, and when the heroine went on a trip for a while, the male protagonist's heart was in pain to the point of bleeding. The heart to express love to the world is 10,000 words, and Jun-bo has already written many novels of love, but he thought it was rare to be as true as that one. It was also true that such a literary self added a layer of satisfaction to the day. After sending the manuscript by document mail from the bureau, I feel refreshed as if I were taking off a heavy load. Expectations that you don't have to rest and fret for the time being until the next thing happens have relieved your mind at once. The streets seem to be more pleasant than ever with a light heart. It's a feast on the ground. It seems to me that I can hear the torch burning and the sound of laughter bursting out from somewhere. The expression of the busy intersection is colorful and fussy. Those who are invited to the feast dress up their emotions and walk lightly according to the atmosphere. From far away in the sky at the Earth's festival today, a congratulatory envoy is peeking through the clouds with a blue face. Junbo is also swept away by people with a bright expression as if he were one of the guests. He may be the most enjoyable person than anyone else who can write novels of love and understand people's feelings.

It is refreshing to see the man and woman who have overcome rumors and slander and decided to get married by mail the main character, the man and woman.

When I first came to see it in the shape of something I had already started before, I sometimes wore a half-squeezed one, but then I put it in for a while and forgot it, so I took it out again these days and pretended to float diligently. "Okay, I'm done...… What are you going to do?" "How old are there no guns like that?" "…" 'Do you know it's our girlfriend?' 'Oh, by the way!'… But if you have a lot of lovers, it's a business?" "Oh, my! "You said you only despise me!" Even if he said that he was a lover because he was doing the so-called love affair, it was not something to worry about for Park Ju-ju. Therefore, there was no need to pay attention to my behavior and make a puncture. If you don't see embarrassing behavior in your eyes, you just ignore it. And then I take my hands off whenever I want. It was absurd that an elderly person played with a young girl in the hwaryu world and went to the city, so Park Jusa's salinity was nonchalantly indifferent. However, if you do that and get hurt, it's the sound of a girl making fun of her mouth because she's acting up, but she didn't seem to have anything like that. However, if you get hurt on the way, it was not like you had a little different sense. So I couldn't even conclude that it was like that. For a while, Ok-jin focused on her own work, and then left her eyes on the work and called out, "Inspiration?" Park Jusa didn't answer, so I looked around and laughed and said, "Oh, I'm not an inspiration...…" And then the call was "Father?" "What? I wanted to mess with you again!"…" "I'm your daughter, aren't I?" "...…" "Father, won't you let me get married?" "...…" Seeing that Jusa Park can't give a glaring answer and says that she knows how to say anything to herself, I guess there is a lover who is affectionate...… He laughs more while thinking about this.

Park Jusa was indifferent to the fact that the old man played with a young girl in the hwaryu world, and it was not fair to say "blue and white" to the city.

Because of this, the pretty thought that she might have been caught again. Whether you're stuck or not, you don't wait because you miss humans. The heart of waiting for the chicken to cry two times last night and now from dawn is waiting to see what you earn and come back with. Even so, while Deok-soe was starving, he got a bowl of rice and split him into three and ate two portions with his mother-in-law. Sometimes, he waits for the other portion because he doesn't eat and goes around. The leaves all fall down, and only the fence collapses and collapses, and the dawn bark at one fence. Pretty came out to the kitchen with a stick and looked out, wondering if something good was going to happen today. The magpie flies away in surprise by the stick. Once every three days, a tofu seller who comes to Idong-ri once every four days memorizes "Tofu Saapsu" and passes out of the fence. Without even thinking about it, I called "Tofu seller!" and worried about what I was going to call a tofu seller before I fell out of words. The tofu seller answers yes and snoop through the private door. He comes to sell tofu in winter after three to four years, and he sings it in a house where he never buys a head of tofu. Pretty ran the fire crawling out of the furnace, pushed it in, and reluctantly came back. "How much is it?" It's been more than 20 years since I transferred to a bean curd, but when I asked without knowing it, the two managers quickly laughed to themselves, saying they met a precious customer.

When the tofu seller passed out of the fence, the pretty girl pushed the fire in the furnace and asked how much it was for a head of tofu.

put powder on one's face. Sitting in front of the Gyeongdae, which the owner bought, dressing up and looking in the mirror while using various cosmetics there, he looked pretty even in his own eyes. However, it is not named Pretty here, but a beautiful mountain hut. Rice is cooked. The side dishes are also quite good. You can't even look at the laundry. You only wash your hands when you wash your hands. When there are no customers during the day, they learn to sing with a janggu from another saxophone named Myeongok. Sleep also covers the bedding in another room and lives alone. It wasn't that difficult to pour alcohol, which I was most worried about. It was embarrassing to put the kettle in front of the customer for the first time, and yes, I shed a few times because my hand was shaking, but no one criticized me for doing so. He felt sorry for the customers that his hands were turned around, saying that it was because Chun-sam's family made him work. When I drank a glass or two of the drinks that the customers forced me to eat, I felt nervous at first, but after a few days, it was delicious. Chun-sam is called Aja here, and Chun-sam's family tells him to tell him if he buys something useful, clothes, or cigarettes, and he is willing to take care of him whenever he says so. Whenever that happens, they buy it and give it to them, and press a stamp on a small book. The seal was also engraved by Aza's Chun-sam. Cigarettes also pretend to eat. At first, he said he couldn't eat it if customers gave him cigarettes, but he had a habit of sucking one sip or two, so I thought he would learn if he stayed the same.

Pretty, who changed her name to Sanok, spent time learning to sing, pouring alcohol, and pretending to eat cigarettes.

However, even if you recommend the son to stop the sin he intends to do in the future, it will never be heard. The old woman, who was agonizing over whether she could not rescue her son or save her father from this painful position, finally opened her eyes to see Renjun's personality after hearing what Renjun said. "I presume, ma'am. The affection between mother and son and the wife - both of which cannot be cut off. There is no other way but to solve the case properly. What can't be helped by law or theory - a problem that will be solved smoothly as rain only when a special person comes forward and uses extraordinary means. I volunteered to be the so-called special broker. Chan-du should not be informed of the full extent of the incident." "Then what do you want me to do?" It was the first question from the old woman. The old lady negotiated with Renjun for an hour. Either way, the first urgent problem was for Kim So-chun to inflict on the life of the old uncle.I decided to study another strategy while preventing it. The old lady informed Renjun. Tonight at 10 o'clock, Sochun is scheduled to visit Chandu.... Although the father was different, it was disgusting for the old woman to be unhappy with both himself and his children, even one person. Fortunately, the old woman couldn't help but tell the person everything and ask for the future because a person who is not a police officer said he would come forward and do both sides.

The father was different, but the old woman, who was disgusted by the fact that even one person was unhappy because they were both children, said that she would do well on both sides.

A four-year-old Park with an upset stomach fed a young man with rotten rations. Rice paddy farming was a skilled technique and an unaffordable force, so I had to buy an expensive group, but I decided to do field farming with Anhae. They planted speed and potatoes to add rice paddies until they release a new song in autumn. Field rice was also planted. I also took care of my hair. Among them, as the fastest and easiest thing to eat, a lot of corn and pumpkin were planted in every corner. It was very difficult because I had never done it before. I had a bloody nose. Sometimes I got sick from body aches. It was the market that was more difficult than the exhausting. There were many days when breakfast was not floating and there was no lunch. In April and May, when the long sun was tightening, digging the ground and pulling grass, the prefecture's donation was made during the sunset. However, it was a single-round wrestling between starving to death after being comfortable or planting, caring, and surviving even while falling down in a field furrow, so it was not a game to care about the pain. In May, I took advantage of a little bit of work and walked to Seoul. I wanted to pack my luggage and leave it at someone else's house and fly it by temporary transportation. When I stopped by Maeil Shinbo, the social worker said that they met well and told me to tell them about the circumstances of their stay. Above all, the food situation was dire, and I planted 3,400 corn and 5,660 pumpkins with my hands, and leaned on the day when it grew, opened, ripened, and finally filled my hungry stomach, and I answered with all my heart.

Anhae and I fed four-year-old Park rotten corn rice and farmed in the field, but both of them were hard because they had never done it before.

"I'm here. When did you come?" Pangdong opened his eyes wide and showed a welcome intention. Bong Yeom's mother sighed secretly as she seemed to have succeeded in half of the purpose she came to see him happy. Pangdong swept Bongyeom's head down. "Where did he go?" I went once. I was disappointed that there was no one." "I left to find Bongsik. Where is Bong-sik?" Bong-yeom's mother looked at Pang-dong with a pounding heart. "I didn't meet Bongsik. I didn't know." Pangdong looked at his lips helplessly, wondering if he knew, and he bowed his head. Pangdong took their mother and daughter into the room. The young lady, who seemed to be Pangdong's wife in Kang, looked at her mother and daughter alternately and looked suspiciously. Fangdong introduced his mother and daughter for a long time, and Mrs. Fangdong recommended, "Get up and sit down." Pang-dong recommended following the car. Smelling a light car, the mother and daughter crept around the room. The room was coolly spacious and the can was left and right. Below the can is a shiny stone, and in front of the window is a table made of marble, and above it is a small and large clock centered on a pair of colorful vases on a black background, and other unknown instruments such as goldfish running leisurely in the glass jar are loaded. On the wall above the window, pictures of the family, including pictures of Pangdong, and slightly faded paintings were stuck in a mess. And on this wall, which fell sharply from the table, a picture of a thick fire seemed to be dozing, and on the opposite side, a door-like body view occupied the entire wall, and the flower bed was blue beyond the window.

Bong-yeom's mother said that Pang-dong would know Bong-sik's whereabouts, but Pang-dong did not.

Guns went off in the mountains a couple of times. The procession of the charlatans crossed the mountain ridge and gradually crept toward the valley. The shouts of colleagues surrounding the mountain are also far from earshot due to the dizzy sound of the crotch of the crotch that rings at their feet. The waist of the outstanding birch tree in front of my eyes is unusually faint. Hundreds of students line up in a single line to surround the mountain in the distance and drive all the roe deer down. At the entrance of the basket, five or five catchers stood lighthouse. The danger of removing roe deer is more always on the line of siege on the catcher's side. In order to avoid noisy responsibilities, bullies must be consistently wary of the siege line with tight attention and courage. At least you shouldn't miss the beast in front of your eyes. "The contacts between the grades are close! "X-grade right-wing rapid progress!" messengers flow one after another. The mountain was buried in the sound of the crotch while running in unison. It's hard to walk under the leaves. I can't breathe. Hakbo, who led the school year, is also gasping while tightly cracking down on the gap between his colleagues on both sides. The oak whip is relentlessly embarrassed by the back of the hand. The feet fall into the fallen leaves. It's not cool to hit a branch with a stick in your hand in anger. "It's crazy. Roe deer do something."Since earlier, the reality has been that this thought has been circulating in my mind from the beginning. I don't want roe catching to be a very educational training, and it seems that there is no point in catching useless ambiguous animals without work. If you are a native, wouldn't it be more fun to run and play in the mountains for a day.

A group of hundreds of students were wary of the siege line so as not to miss the roe deer.

After doing six times in two days, Wu Je finally declared dissolution to the women who were using it. Therefore, in this sudden attitude of Woo-je, they did not take a break and looked after their work well, so why are you doing that? A woman who begged them to use them more quickly, or this is also a job, even complained of pitiful circumstances for the meal of the day. However, only Woo-je's heart at this time was strong. Today, he defeated the gathering women one day and couldn't find a way to transport them, so he drove back to the North. After passing through Bongcheon Stream, I rode everywhere to the nerves and wandered around leaving Dalpo, but nothing stood out. Of course, having considerable capital was not without speculative business, but if you could afford it, you would not have come this far to do this. So, what do you have to do? As for small capital, it was not a small-scale smuggling, but a business that could be seen as a market or opium trafficking. Thus, Woo-je encouraged himself to become more evil in my mind, settled down in the Gaegwan area, and spread out morphine sleeves. However, no matter how much I whipped my heart with the incarnation of evil, I endured it for a while, and this was also not enough to hold on to his heart. In a way, this was definitely a comfort that made the person who complained about reality forget the pain, but that's why he came here even if he deceived himself, but if he wore it once, he would be addicted to it for about a month, even selling his wife's children and ruining his body That's what it is.

Woo-je, who drove north again, wandered, but there was nothing noticeable, so he encouraged himself to be evil and opened morphine sleeves in the opening region.

General Yang Man-chun, Yeon Seong-heum, the king of China's "Dang" kingdom, Lee Se-min often detests Goguryeo and takes away innocent people's wealth, so the Goguryeo king worried a lot and ordered the general in the country to use his strength to defeat the disgusting Tang army. While the king cracked down on the king, the rude attitude of the Tang king increased day by day, and more and more people were wandering on the streets crying because of the damage caused by day by day. Lee Se-min, the king of the Tang Dynasty, gathered many officials and said this. "The king of the 'Su' kingdom hit Goguryeo four times earlier, but he lost, but now I will attack with my own hands and destroy Goguryeo, and then I will wash away the shame of the old days," he showed off. So, Lee Se-min himself crossed the "Yosu" with tens of thousands of soldiers, broke down the bridge to cross again, and showed his intention to fight the Goguryeo army with the military and win. Because they invaded with such a great determination, they fought over Goguryeo's "Yodongseong Fortress" for seven days, but because our Goguryeo soldiers were so powerful, more than 10,000 soldiers died from Tang soldiers. The Tang army fought hard even though he died like this, and this time he invaded Ansi City again. It was Yang Man-chun, the famous general of Goguryeo who was guarding Ansi City at this time. When General Yang Man-chun heard that Lee Se-min, the king of the Tang Dynasty, was attacking with soldiers, he gathered all the soldiers in the castle, clenched his fist, and raised his voice, saying, "Come on! Everyone! For your country, you don't know how to sleep or eat as you want! The time has come for our courage. Now, a vicious lion outside that castle, trying to harm us, came running in with his teeth clenched and red mouth open, and the numbers were tens of thousands. But we are not brave Goguryeo soldiers. Now! Let's fight. Let's fight for Goguryeo even if we die fighting, and we have a hundred left, a fever, and only one person left." As soon as General Yang Man-chun's words fell, hundreds of soldiers wielded bows and arrows and said, "Long live Goguryeo! Hooray for Goguryeo!" was sung highly. The sound of hurrah sounded so powerful that Anshiseong left. After a while, the arrows of Goguryeo soldiers and Tang soldiers fell like rain outside the castle and inside the castle. The soldiers on both sides tried to shoot one more arrow even though they fell in blood, and jumped around like flying through the rain-like arrows. At this time, there were only a few hundred Goguryeo soldiers, and there were a lot of Tang soldiers, so no matter how fast and good they were, if 1,000 Tang soldiers died, only ten Goguryeo soldiers died, but the situation gradually declined. When General Yang Man-chun saw this, he threw the sword he used to command the soldiers and picked up the bow.

When the Tang army invaded Ansi, the arrows of Goguryeo and Tang army fell like rain, and General Yang Man-chun picked up the bow as the situation of Goguryeo, which had so few soldiers, gradually tilted.

There was no painful curse on him like the word dulso. After losing the energy to fight more and hearing the sound of crying with self-sadness, Simo crawled to the door of the room and opened his mouth in surprise at the other figures, but the dignity of the adult was already in vain for the two excited people. When Jung-geun chased and went through the two, it was worth seeing the scattered kitchen floor, but it was hard to see the two scattered, torn clothes and bleeding. Hyun also cried and sniffed. That night, Song's figure disappeared and did not appear until late. Jae-do, who was consoling only Wonju's house, finally began to feel excited again. If it is not in the loom or in the mill, where did Jae-do and Jung-geun, as well as Jaesil couple and Park Dong-yi come out and turn on the lantern and feel for the mountain behind the spring. I became more and more anxious, so I decided to play cards and look around the cemetery and the valley. Jung-geun was scared when he met a cold body hanging on a tree branch while stirring a lantern in the dark alone, and when he peeked into the whole water mill, he saw the shape of a white mother crouching in front of a deep corner of the rice island. As I ran with a firm mind, I didn't move my neck to the branch, but I seemed to be short of breath with my eyes closed. A small jar rolled and the strong smell of a guard stung my nose. Knowing that he had eaten the guard of the jar he had put under the salt island, Jung-geun rose his heavy body with excitement and hurried out of the mill. I saw moving lanterns on the back of the mountain across the street, but when I tried to walk on the rice paddies without making a sound, I thought that the white mother, who had been raised for 20 years under the knee, was now carrying her on her back, and I wanted to cry.

Jung-geun was scared and peeped inside the whole water mill, and the white mother was crouching down after eating the guard, so she hurriedly left the mill on her back.

Whether or not to introduce him at the house of Tudugo Cha Cheom-ji, his neighbor Chae-hyang split with Lee Ju-sa and Wataboro Cheon Seo-bang's wrists, and Ahn-hae, who ran away after the opening, returned or came back, or Lee Pil-ju, who came in swinging through the alley with his drunk steps, is all irrelevant, but he's determined to go back to the end. Adult children constantly went over to entertain dinner, but Pil-ju was not able to drink much of the alcohol that made people hate it in her yesterday's shape and just looking at her trying to take care of herself. Now, at the end of the floor of Makdongne's house, the youngest and his brother Sung Chil are squatting, staring at a familiar star that rises at that time in the dark blue sky. Of course, the rumbling sound is happening in their young stomachs, but there is no echo for them who are familiar with such an environment. I am looking forward to some luck that will come soon with joy. The long-awaited luck is no big deal. It is a steaming cooking plate or a bowl of Jangguk that will be held in my mother's hand, and a non-duck candy or a bag of hokong that will pop out of my drunk father's pocket. The occasional ghastly wind shakes the gate. Whenever that happens, Sung-chil and the youngest are staring at the door with their ears sparkling...… The day in Ganeumugol ends every day, leaving this maknae and Seongchil behind.

With a rumbling sound in their young stomachs, they are looking forward to steaming cooking plates and serving Jangguk, which will be heard in their mother's hands.

While the policeman looked at the owner and said sorry that he had made a fuss about the house because he was mistaken for nothing, Chang-ho ran outside and asked the policeman who was guarding him if he had seen anyone go out. But no one went out. I went back to the back door and asked, but no one went over the wall. We've got a problem. They already knew that Chang-ho had fled at dawn, and they were afraid to hide Sun-hee and his family, and only other people were guarding the house like a very different house, so they had no place to ask and see, so they couldn't figure out how to save Sun-hee in the future. On his way back with his police officer, father, and uncle, smacking his lips, Chang-ho ran in front of the trash can next to the door of the house and picked up a small piece of paper. Eyes like a new star in a window! That's because I saw a piece of torn telegram paper. When I picked it up, I thought I was writing a telegram and threw it away. It said, "Golden Night Express Gyeongseong Bal." "That's right. I'm sure I'm taking him to Qingguk by car tonight," he cried out in his mouth and discussed it with the police officers and adults, and decided to go out in advance from today's afternoon to protect the station's neck and wait. Now, tonight, when they were about to take Soon-hee on the train, the thought of grabbing her and looking for Soon-hee made Chang-ho, his father, and his uncle's hearts jump again.

Chang-ho ran outside and asked the guard if anyone saw him, and no one answered that he had gone out.

Everywhere I went, I failed. However, the failures elsewhere did not bother me very much, but Jinnampo's failures could not be erased from his mind no matter how hard he tried. The debt of the port seat and the inn (me, my brother, the speaker, the cost of three half-moon accommodation, etc.) was a little too much for me. Now, even if the box office hit Jinnampo again and the box office hit Pacheonwang, the debt could not be repaid. As a result, Jinnampo's success was inevitable. In addition, I, who was extremely timid, could not even step back into Jinnampo for the time being. Then can't we see Baeok again. When I thought of the lips that the Nabok played with, the eyes that were shedding with strange charm, my heart ran away to Jinnampo. However, I had a situation where I could not enter Jinnampo again, so I felt heavy. In addition, even though he was at an age where he could not enter Jinnampo again, he was always planning to return to Korea. × It was the summer of that year. One day, when I went to a friend's hospital, I was browsing through a Japanese newspaper there, and I stopped looking at an article. It was a remarkable article for me. The newspaper reported Bae Ok's death. Bae Ok, who went to see the port the night before, came back and suddenly became sick and died the next day. My heart gave a bang.

I was surprised by a newspaper article that Bae Ok suddenly got sick and died after visiting Hangjwa.

It was around noon when the two elderly people arrived at K's house on the border between the city and the suburbs. The two old men sat face to face in Mr. K's study. "This is a letter from Baek Min-soo to me two or three days ago, so read it." Mr. K took a long bundle of letters from the drawer and gave it to Mr. Mo. Mr. Mo took it and opened it. "Wait, look from here. It's a useless greeting before that." ……()그리하여) So that day, too, I was walking around looking for a house to stay at for the night, and I happened to get to the house, where I had stolen about fifty dollars before. The deep night slope is quiet, but I was wandering in front of the house looking for a place to sleep, and suddenly a scary thought of revenge occurred in my mind. If it weren't for this house, if I had known that the owner of this house was a little bit of compassion, I wouldn't have crawled down the road as my poor mother and let her die. This filial piety, which was not even known where the tomb was, was also due to this house. Unable to resist these thoughts, he placed a fire on the straw that was hidden in front of the house. And after standing there and seeing all the fire moving to the house, I suddenly got a scary thought and ran away. It seems that people have already begun to be tempted underneath the stage after running away a little, and at this time, the only thoughts burning in my head were the idea of pleasure and the idea of running away. So I ran into the chapel in front of me to hide.

In the afternoon, when the two elderly people arrived at K's house and sat face to face in the study, K took out a bundle of letters from the drawer, saying they came to Baek Min-soo two or three days ago.

However, even though it was not pretty and seemed like a doji, Deoksoe stood up looking at Anhae in detail, and strangely affectionate thoughts came up that had never happened before. Unlike Myeongok, which is pretty but awkward, the size of a pretty person like any of Deoksoe's body becomes plump. At that time, he smiled, so I was beaten and upset, and he looked at me asking what I liked to laugh about. Deoksoe suddenly had an interesting idea and made a pocket in the front of the jeogori. I was wondering whether to buy a bag of cigarettes or not, but what I left behind after selling rice is jingle. At first glance, he wanted to buy some meat and put it in to feed the pretty one because it seems like the soup is boiling in the pot. Yes, Deoksoe hurriedly turned around and tried to leave, but turned back. "Isn't that soup? Don't boil it yet. Just leave it…… I'll go buy some meat." "What kind of meat do you buy? You're being so mean! The soup is already cooked……" The pretty girl says something hateful to the back of her head with a pout. I think so too. If you go back to the station and buy meat, the sun will be up for a day, so you starve for seven days to eat well on your birthday. Yes, if I had known that, I would have bought a lot of meat when selling Western food, but my mother complains in the room again. "Where have you been all night and what have you been lying about?" I was jealous that we were the only ones in the kitchen without looking for the mother.

After taking a closer look at Anhae, the size of Seondeoksoe, who is pretty, became plump.

Kim Dong-in, a traitor, was born in the house of a famous "Pyeongando scholar" in the world. It was the attitude of this country imposed on the "Pyeongan people" to bury their lives in the mud, no matter how talented they are, and cannot hug them. However, the cucumber boat was born with useless "flying talent" in the sky, and there were rumors in the neighborhood that it was called "Sindong." It was a useless talent, an inedible talent, a talent that could only advance to the countryside perfume or a Shinsa, a talent that could not be taken off or handed down to others because it was a talent given by heaven. He served as a scholar in the generation. Therefore, in the countryside, it was a humble family. However, he did not pay attention to industry and wealth, but his wealth decreased year by year, and he finally went bankrupt in the generation of Lee's father. Even though there was a generation of people who had been doing it for generations, they managed to maintain their respected status nearby, but it was strange to just keep the "decency" without wealth and without knowing the industry. The unhappy prodigy tested the ship, so the sky put down more difficult hardships.In the year when the ship was 11 years old, the parents of the prodigy Lee Bae died at once. He fell over the 'rat barrel' that swept the world. Although he lived in this neighborhood for several generations, his descendants did not prosper, so he came down to the single tap for several generations, so there was no such thing as a family member. When you are lonely like this, you can still feel a lot of strength if you have a family, and you can trust and rely on it, but your parents died all at once in the Oh family, which has no family at all, leaving this clan alone in this wide world. An 11-year-old snout boy.

Lee Bae, an 11-year-old snout boy, was left alone in the wide world as his parents died at once in the Oh family, which had no family.

He slumped there, calling for a hesitating listener under the foot. "Oh, it's so cool here. Come here, let's take a break for a moment." The listener hesitated for some time, embarrassed or embarrassed, and eventually came up. The person who settled down first quickly stroked the seat next to me and showed his intention to sit down to the customer who came behind him. However, the patient's eye pain was about a moment away from it and crouched down as if it were flying away. That didn't mean that the woman was suspicious of the congressman or could not be trusted. However, it seemed embarrassing to spend every minute like this when I was busy on my way. "Is it better there than expected?" the doctor went close, revealingly, but only instinctively startled his body, and there was no light of caution in the patient's safety. "Why are you sweating like that? "You must have crawled too much." The doctor looked at the pretty listener and suddenly said this, raising his right hand as if to wash it away because it was sweaty, and then pulled the bird's wrist with his left hand and put it on my lap. The woman falls forward for a while, her front hair brushing the man's fiery cheek. As soon as the doctor's wisdom and burial ground were placed side by side on the patient's pulse, he suddenly grabbed the wrists of shaking his sharp hands. Then, the woman was suddenly surprised by the shape of a bird's cub bitten by an eagle, and her black hands like the lid of a pot wrapped around the breast of the woman's breast moist with sweat again without time to pull out her hands.

He called the listener to take a short break, and showed his intention to pat the seat next to me with his hand and sit down.

Saschuga has never made a penny in these five days. When he was kicked out of the address where he had stayed five days before, even the remaining corset had been removed at that time. The small, curled left and right chest were attached together, and the bent small body seemed to have wandered on the lonely stone road in the moonlight. He thought to the whole world that this one body would never escape this desolate territory again. The feet that freeze as soon as they take a step or two are at their most painful as the second minute goes by. The bitter and painful thing seems to be walking through the gravel field with blood running barefoot. Coming to the middle of this dreary wasteland, Sashuga began to weep for the first time, pondering the horror of his meaningless existence. Tears overflowed into swollen eyes that could not move due to freezing, and instead of the nose, they flowed into the darkest mouth of the day and froze. No one has seen the tears. The moon shone as before and scattered the clear blue mixed rays as before. No one is coming. I can't bear the unspeakable mind because it comes up more forcefully and fiercely. I thought that if this happened, I would soon fall into wild abandonment and cry out crazy. He said that he would go crazy to the end of this world and cry to the end of this world. But people are silent. You have to change it now while shaking convulsively. Sashuga prays.

The little-bodied Saschuga, who had not made any money for five days, thought that he would not escape the desolate fief.

"Park Chul's Jang Eun-sook is very good!" One day, a dork cartoonist came out on a joint toilet board and drew a scene of Eun-sook kissing and Hanako crying on it, and as Hanako said, "It's a small crush!" He lamented and tore the mouth of old brewery Furbo, who laughed a lot. - But, Hyera. What interest do you have in a story like this. The truth is that I'm not interested either. I felt more and more bored. So he began to work with the army. "Marshall, Peasant School!" This became our business. We abandoned all of these forms, both arithmetic and Korean. And filled the time with very free reinforcement. But, Hyera. I know well by sight. Hagi has my weakness in that I am wary of myself who always pays attention to your hats while doing these big things, but I am not indifferent at all. Even that day, I didn't come home until the sun set. When I came home, I cooked dinner and lied down like a bee. That evening, I saw Mr. Kim get off the car and go into my house again. I was really surprised this time. I held my hand still. It has been less than a month since Kim visited the other day. But I immediately regretted my mistake. No matter how rural I am, I admired his friendship again when I realized that I would not be able to live a month in three quarters after paying off my Sangpo debt. I was ashamed of myself. And on that day, I looked at the back of Kim, who stood up and left for a month, and I felt respect again.

I felt increasingly bored, so I abandoned forms such as arithmetic and Korean, and started a farmer's school project with Jeong-gun and Masul and spent time freely reinforcing.

"Where are you going?" He still hasn't come...…." Heo Jun throws water during the day, memorizing what kind of friend he is. Too few octagons, which do not fit in this room, have scored ten points. The sun's feet crawling on the floor of the main hall are almost blind. Everyone sat out of the sun. Some are already sweating. Members' shadows gradually increased. The hall began to boil. On one side, there was a theoretical struggle, and on the other side, there was a sexual lecture. A tall, yellow-eyed person who is nicknamed Yankee is dancing while ringing the floor, and a person who can only see his belly all over his body as a badge and a latecomer is throwing a ball in a sunny yard. While talking like this, he is worried about eating breakfast. Heo Jun, who wore a crumpled robe at the corner of the Daecheong floor to visit the person he promised, couldn't help but worry about the morning. The chest and stomach contracted and the back seemed to be bent. I don't have to worry about one hotteok because I have money in my pocket (several days ago), but I couldn't stand it because my intestines were pulled out and my limbs were flustered as if I were playing because I couldn't see the rice for three days. He couldn't help but lament the life anew. He suddenly became depressed. As both shoulders seemed to sag, a black fog began to circulate on its own. People don't forget themselves anywhere. It is a consciousness that is not clearly conscious of itself. If you're sad, everything looks sad If you are happy, the world is happy. Heo Jun couldn't get out of this feeling either.

Heo Jun had no choice but to worry about the morning because his chest and stomach seemed to contract because he couldn't see the rice for three days.

And if I could, I would like to put my drunk Joo-heung anywhere. When I start drawing with us as a model, the girls start to be flustered at first, then whisper, turn around, laugh, and soon pretend not to know. It is fortunate to have a quarrel, but it would be nice if you could tell me what to do. If possible, it would be harmful to rub a step to match the tango that rings from the portable. I know, if I somehow got to have a relationship with this person, it would be a icing on the cake because it was my half-life wish. The momentum to make the first masterpiece is big stone-like, and the painting is dancing tango on the canvas to the portable, so there is no reason to hate it. Just in time, the two ladies stood up at once and walked in front of me naturally. One is a hateful-looking fat boy, and the other is a slender pretty girl. I didn't forget to look at my face like this even though I was numb. I pretended not to know what I was protesting, and to show the man's heavy calmness and concentration during production at the price I was going to get, I just made fun of the paintbrush. The pretty one splits to my left and the fat one to my right, and looks over the canvas without saying a word. There you go! It must be a silent tribute to the artist. Nevertheless, I'm dying of a sharp face and a pounding heart.

Girls are whispering and laughing about what I'm starting drawing with us as a model, but I'd rather talk to them.

He stopped his foot when he was about to leave, leaned on a pillar, and stood like a fool. Do you hate the abominable act of Kim Pum-seok, who lost his life while trying to surrender with his surname because he was afraid to die. Begrudge Baekje's actions of inciting unknown Buddhist monks to invade other countries, causing innocent people to cry in the ashes, and eroding other people's land. Or his daughter Gotazo, who was born as a daughter of a noble family and went to a noble family, suffered the greatest tragedy of her life, lost her status and status, lost her life in the family, and died with her unfaithful husband (敵. After going through all of these processes, Kim Chun-chu stood in the shape of a stupid person. "This Baekje! This enemy's Baekje." From time to time, words like this, headless and endless, leaked out of his mouth. According to the history books, "Yoon Chan-geum Chumun-ji, Uiju-rip, Il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il-il. In general, he is the enemy of the country, and in small, he is the enemy of his poor daughter Gotazo, who has ended his life pitifully. How can I leave it alone.

Kim Chun-chu was stunned by the news of his son-in-law, who tried to surrender because he was afraid to die when Baekje invaded.

They stand up in unison. There is no order and no material for impulses. I just didn't want to sit down, so I just stood up this time. Stand up and raise your arms high into the sky. And scream close to screaming. Then they just jump on the spot. And then I'll do the same thing as well. I burst into tears when I saw this scene. How can we play like that if we play in North Korea. They don't even know how to play. Parents were too poor to buy toys for these cute babies. Their play, which stretches out their arms toward this sky and runs screaming, does not seem like a play to me. Why is the sky so blue today and tomorrow? It's not a curse scream to the Creator, but what is it. Children can't play with dogs that can't bark. However, you can't play with chickens that are blind to find food. Both my father and mother are too busy. Even my sister and brother are busy. As expected, children have no choice but to play among themselves. However, what and how to play with them, they never come forward because they don't have a toy. They are so unhappy. That's five minutes too. If they do this longer, they'll be tired. Why do they need to be tiredness? They stop doing it because of their lack of hypocrisy. They sit side by side with each other. sit silent. What do you do. What kind of play is it? It seems that play is play...… What kind of extraordinary play did these dwarf humans invent.

Standing up out of order because they didn't want to sit down, they raise their arms and run in their seats, screaming close to screaming.

"Put it down, what's the use of being shallow?" I turned my feet around, and a large old mulberry tree, no doubt, stood out next to the toilet. I couldn't move my foot. An old mulberry tree with a hole due to rotting on one side took me back 20 years ago. "That's right! This was Park Jin-sa's house." Park Jin-sa's house had a soaring gate that can only be obtained rarely in our village at that time. It was an old but large gate. A long fence stretched out to the side of the river next to the door, and mulberry trees, which were much higher than the fence, stood during the campfire. Fruit trees planted in the wall, peach, apricot, jujube, etc. only revealed the edges of each piece on the wall, and the mulberry tree had more than half of his body and one thing stretched out to the outside of the fence. It was usually before I entered school, so I think I was eight years old. Was it the first summer. Black mulberry (bamboo fruit) was opened on each branch and attached to the bottom of not many mulberry leaves. Me and another child, Heungnam, came from the river and stood tall under this fence without saying a word. Heung-nam is reluctant to climb the tree, saying, "I'm afraid of Ja-jaengi." I told Heungnam to lie down under the fence. He fell on his knees on the ground. With his lantern as a stepping stone, I climbed onto the wall covered with roof tiles, and soon reached out with a mulberry branch to move my body. When I changed the edges two or three times, Odie's hand was touched by the darkly ripe branch. Looking out of the wall, Heung-nam wakes up again on the road, paces around, stands, looks at me, and smiles with a clean smile. I looked in the wall. I can see love as far away as that. There is a large wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden-floored wooden floor. I picked mulberries and put them in my pocket. Soon, the fingertips turn purple. I'm chomping on the mulberry.

The big old mulberry tree by the toilet took me back 20 years ago.

"Huh! But you're okay with getting all the prices you'll get when you go to sell. When an old man of 15 geun takes 20 li and finds the price of cotton, he hits 18 jeon per geun and gives only 2 won and 16 jeon for the price of 12 geun. Yeah. My cotton is definitely 15 geun, but when I asked if it only cost me 12 geun. It's a Korean word that the tailor from the county office can't understand.'Don't be such a fool. It's 12 geun. It's 12 geun. I'm lying. Look at this book! I'll doin' the books. Yeah, I need to say something again. "Soro - I forgot three kilos of cotton (completely)." Jeong Seon-dal seems to be angry again, but he beats his neck with a cigarette stick. "That's it, can you think it's because Jeong Seon-dal is not good at it?" I was afraid that the people would deceive the people." "How do you know that you wouldn't deceive the people by staying still, Myeonjangdae-ri?" Even before Myeonjang-dae finished his words, Daesung stood up and screamed, and Myeonjang-dae-ri touched his body after being surprised. "I mean, just cotton. If you forcefully plant it on a land without mulberry, you can't sleep at night and hit a silkworm to take a skewer, it's not worth the mulberry or the energy. Also, I sometimes forget about one or two coffins without knowing where they are going." Heo Chun-sam, who is famous for his sword, is famous for his good housekeeping, and is famous for his sericulture, talked about his experience. "That's true. I don't know what government officials do." "Yeah, I don't know what they're doing." "I don't think it's going to hurt the people." They really couldn't know the screening of the people. It was strange to them that they always benefit the people for the sake of the people, but not in fact. Rather than making a profit, I didn't know what kind of judgment all those government officials were doing, such as planting damaged cotton, forcing mulberry trees, or forcing them to eat alcohol and cigarettes at their own way. Also, to bring skewers and cotton to the joint store, and to whom you buy them so poorly. What do all the tax people do for such a high price. All that was unknown to them. The screening of the government officials was not really known.

It was strange to them that what the government officials did was to benefit the people, but not in fact.

Now that I think about it, the heaven instructed Woo-sik to meet Ok-ji in this charity concert, and Ok-ji's help with Mrs. Kim Jeong-ja the previous day seems to have saved her own disaster. However, Okji had no regrets and fears when she saw Heung-sik, but she didn't think that she would work with Heung-sik and Woo-sik to vent her anger on him. Although the concert ended safely and the guests who attended the concert returned to the light of satisfaction on the day, it is the house of Count Lee that has caused a big problem. The count, who was quite surprised by Okmae's illness the other day, is not sure why his daughter is lying in bed again due to injustice, so there is no time for anxiety and anxiety to leave. It is said that there is no particular disease even if diagnosed by a doctor, but Okji is still unable to leave the hospital, and the disease is added to the day by day, and the count's anxiety is embedded in the bone marrow, making the count more at risk than Okji. Therefore, after Seok-gu consulted with the count, he chose a quiet place with good mountains and decided to go there for a while to treat Ok-ji's disease. There are a lot of strange things. When Okmae was sick, the whole family sympathized and worried, and now Okji is lying in bed, so no one sympathizes with her other than the count's anxiety. I don't feel much sympathy, even if I speak in stone. Of course, it is natural for Seok-gu to think that he may have thought fortunately in the past, but now that he has decided to spend 100 years with Ok-ji, he does not feel fortunate because he is old.

The count, who was surprised by Okmae's illness the other day, is now worried because her daughter Okji's condition is increasing day by day.

"Please spare us. If the mountain god does not help him, he will have no choice but to die." He put his hands together and wished like this. Anhae looked at this and the poison rose like a pout. The habit of not being able to dig a single grain of gold is getting worse. There was no such thing as that before, so he had a bad habit of hitting the fortress if it was dry. Carat, slap on the cheek. Please, if you don't want some of his gold. He flatters himself to the brim with spite of his slap in the cheek. Indeed, Anhae's words have come to an end. Even after 10 days, the mountain god was completely unknown. My husband had his eyes open day and night and was buried in a pit. When Zipel was coming, he was a sick man with a gasp, shoulders drooping, and a giant sick man. Then, he sleeps and throws his big body to the bang whale. "I'm already stuck. If you throw away the dead fish -"or so he lamented. Anhae carries lunch outside the house five or five. Babies screech on their backs for good. Ingen Hin rubber shoes, nose ironed and thought bitten. And the mere sound of gold made my mouth sick. Let alone that, if you get sleepy with the food you ate, you'll be fine. Autumn was spread to the fields as rice paddies. The farmers are happy to see each other, and it's a fun joke to see each other. However, my husband ruined only the poor fields and couldn't eat well because of the rice paddies, so what should I clean up and enjoy doing this fall. He turned to the mountains in shame of the townspeople.

Ahn Hae, who looked at him wishing him a happy birthday with his hands in his arms, was poisoned like a pimple.

Yes, until we met two years ago during the summer vacation, Sang-soo had just returned from his studies in Tokyo, and he was wearing an old school uniform of university bites (even though he was not in need of life), so he didn't take off any of his student-like clothes. Not only did the bachelor 30 years ago become a very generous village gentleman with a mongdang beard under his nose, but he also seemed to have a different hobby than before. This noisy young gentleman was the so-called marriage candidate of Okcho. The two of them were in a neighborhood in their hometown, and they had a class of grades when they were young, but they went to school together for a while, and while there was a meeting afterwards, nature became a hypocrisy-free companion regardless of gender…… That's what I did. But that's the only thing I can do Therefore, the fact that each other's words and attitudes were simple (to the extent that they made a mistake about whether they were not dating or not) was entirely derived from such local familiarity. One of the men of this party, Sangsu, had a very happy illusion, so he said that he would date me and Okcho, and then they would get married in the future, and finally, when Okcho graduated, the wedding would be held immediately. In both families, whether we're in a relationship or not, Sangsoo is the right kind of lover The conclusion was consistent with the constant because Okcho said it was good and slow, so we are just waiting for the day of the "wedding" as much as the Sibang constant.

This young man, who became a mended village gentleman with a cotton-like spring coat and a mustache under his nose, was a candidate for Okcho's marriage.

At any time, however, I will sell it, and this time, I will take my hands off it, so it was good to hurry up and give up the commissioner rather than keep it idle and drag on. Whether it was profitable or not, it was outside of Goryeo. He was not a person who knew how to hurt Park Jusa because he suffered a loss of 15,000 won by selling what was used to be 400 won for 300 won each. He was not a person who would rub his hands saying that he was lucky to see 10,000 won worth of money by selling it even for 300 won each, even though the cost of eating is about 250 won per square meter. Even if Mak lost the entire amount of KRW 10,000 he spent because he didn't sell a single piece of money, he wasn't a person who would hit his chest or lose his nose. However, 50,000 won or 10,000 won is a very small part of his entire property, so such a loss is not a big blow to his property...… Of course, it's not like that, but it wasn't just the road and the moon. For example, if there was a miracle in the morning and all 500,000 won of his property was lost...… Perhaps even in such a case, he didn't know Torok would be upset when his second son went on a school trip and left him with a 800-won Laika. "The way it works is a penny, so if it falls two more times, it will fall, but I don't think there are any eyes that would be a little embarrassing. So, one or two houses have met for nothing...…" "Tsk! You're so happy"Draw it!" "So don't miss Maxiradu's Gyejel, who's going to be a little naughty, so it's a good idea to keep disposing of him."… So...…" "……" "When I think about it, I feel sad even if I let you see it!"… It's been a year or so, and you've done 100 rings per house!" "If you go to the office and discuss Yongtaek's bluffing, that's all……" "That's a matter of twenty cents, how can you not discuss the fake injection that you have?" "Tsk! You're going to like it, what the...…" "Huh! What a virtue!" Dear virtuous man!… I wish you all the best……" Choi Saeng-won says a lot of things again if it's Park Jusa-man. It was not necessary to make an argument. However, it would have been a hassle to block the mouth of Kang, the wife of Park Jusa, if possible. And to do so, it was good to indirectly prevent Mrs. Kang's opposition by making Park Jusa have a more definite intention. It's hard to believe that this will work.

Ju-ju Park was a person who would sell the gains and losses out of Goryeo anyway, and even if he lost money, he would be fortunate to take it off quickly.

As I tried to go down in front of the Youth Center, a red-lighted tram made a magnificent sound and flew by at full speed. 'That's right, it's our world now,' he cried still in his mouth when he saw the last train go down. However, anxiety only raises its head at the corner of the heart. Monsters are constantly going back and forth more than ever. As he slowly walked, he raised his head and looked around, and all the places where he was a good worker like him were already standing in a camp. The towering Western-style house, and the rickshaws, decorated with bright blue lights, or standing under the frozen red and blue thread-like lights, alternately turning off and on, look like ants passing under the cornerstone. Just in time, this one wearing a Joseon suit, which seems to be half-choked, comes up slightly staggered. When his newborn father opened his mouth and tried to say, "Get on it," he noticed that he hesitated over there, and he thought it would not be very beneficial to speak first, so he only secretly looked at the person's behavior. The man stands tall for a moment and passes by exactly what he thinks. Now that this has happened, I missed the timing to talk to you. As I couldn't help but wander down looking in front of Tapgol Park again, the yashis on the other side already began to walk away. This time, the suitman, who seems to be quite drunk, staggers up by himself, saying that the wide road is narrow. He stood tall, waited for the suitman to come close, and said, "Let's go on board. "You must be very drunk." When I bent down and tried to put the front building down on the ground, I thought, "Did you buy me a drink?" and straightened my back, "You're wrong again." "I think you're very drunk, so let's ride in case you make a mistake." Actually, I don't think you're drunk.

He told the dresser to ride, but the dresser doesn't look too drunk.

So, the two babies played well and even though they didn't know it was lunch time, the mother of Chinese who came to eat red pepper paste on the jar, said, "Eat lunch," and asked the girl, "What's wrong with you?" She asked if she was cute, so she came to eat lunch and play. "My mother scolds me," the girl says, looking into the dirty hand floor. "No, it's all right. I'll tell your mother, so eat with her and play with her, okay?" "No, she's beaten." "No, she's beaten." "If I tell your mother later, she's not beaten." "Come here." The mother brought the girl to lunch with lettuce wrap, and she was smiling and watching. After a while, there is a loud sound of looking for a girl in the back. Upon hearing the sound, the girl put back the lettuce in her hand and sat down without getting up quickly. At that time, when I went back to the back of the Chinese restaurant, a wife looked over from the other side of the fence and said, "Didn't you go to my girl?" "Yes! I'm here. I'm having some lunch now because I called you to come and play. How can you be so cute...…." In this way, my mother and mother went out again. So it turned out that the new girl's house was also the widow's house, where the widow's wife alone lived raising a girl cutely. So, about 10 days after dating, the widow and the widow, who lived apart a fence, formed a brother's righteousness with each other and even managed to live together. Therefore, a girl and a Chinese restaurant became siblings, and a six-year-old girl called a seven-year-old Chinese restaurant her brother. The girl is Hye-sook.

Hye-sook's house was also a widow's house, so about 10 days after dating, the widow and the widow formed a brotherhood and even lived together.

Then, when I heard that there was a true widow in Dong-ri, I went to that road and insisted on my current rock mother with a hawk, so I forced her to live there. Rock's mother hated the business that broke her reign. So I tried to run away whenever I had time. However, Jangsa still lived with him when he caught him and beat him to death. In the meantime, I've grown into a rock. After that, the rock mother gave up everything and waited for a new life. The current rock was laid by filling the ten-year-old. He, who thought he would grow old as an old bachelor, had a wife and thus a son like a maverick, so the joy of business was nowhere comparable. Perhaps that's why after that, the business stopped pouring alcohol with poison and focused on saving money. A few months after the rock came into the world, open your mouth like a flower, Dad! I said, "Mom, mom!" The businessman didn't know how fresh and happy this sound was. As a result, fatigue throughout the day of business was turning into joy and hope was growing day by day. This is why the age of the rock has already been five years old while passing as fast as that year. Now, I went around the corner of my toddler's house alone to meet my father. So I used to bring it back to my father who came back from the fishing ground. One day, when it was very windy, the business did not return until late at night. Even on this day, the mother grabbed the rock and sat down as he went out to meet his father, and said, "Now the father is coming. I can't go out because of the wind." "No, come dad." He shouted and shook off his mother's hand, collapsed, and cried out. The rock mother hugged the rock tightly and somehow couldn't help but be anxious about her husband who didn't come back until this time. It wasn't just today, but whenever it was windy, rainy, or cloudy, I stopped sewing and stood on a stone, whether it was Bongdangdae, and looked anxiously at the blue sea that looked far away.

Jangsa, who thought he would get old as an old bachelor, insisted on a rock mother, who was a true widow, and forced her to take her to live together, and it was a joy that was incomparable to Jangsa.

× Kim Chun-chu, who obtained the promise of liberation of his body with 300 green guns. He was also liberated from prison, and he entrusted himself to an officer where his servants (who were waiting outside) from the country stayed. He had no choice but to stay in Goguryeo for another two or three days until an official to escort Kim Chun-chu to the border was prepared. It came out of prison. However, in the future, I have to go to the border with the convoy officers of Goguryeo, so what should I do with the convoy officers of Goguryeo and return to my homeland alone. As promised, the return of Mamok, Jukryeong, etc. was as if the rabbit had promised the turtle, and Spring and Autumn had not even dreamed of it. It was simply a temporary expedient. Why return the territory to Goguryeo, which was obtained with considerable living age, considerable supplies, and considerable effort. To save my humble body, you give Goguryeo a bloody prize? That's ridiculous. And if I can get enough territory, I won't spare this life, or will you give me back the territory I've earned so far? It's a big ghost. It's a hair loss. Even if I make such a suggestion to the Korean government with any hair, there is no way that I will accept it in our government's government. If you hastily bring up such a sound, your body and head will be in two pieces at the angry knife of General Kim Yu-shin. The Goguryeo court is said to accompany the convoy officials to the border, so if they do not go through the process of returning the territory to the border, they will take the road porcelain and bring it to Seoul. In that case, it is not known whether he will lose his life to the military god of the angry Goguryeo.

Although he was liberated from Ok as he was promised his body's liberation with 300 green guns, he had to stay in Goguryeo for two or three more days until an official to escort Kim Chun-chu to the border was prepared.

"Come and stand here." The sound of scratching the ironclad was Chambong. "Are you coming?" He hurriedly greets and grabs the back he threw and scratches the resin on the bag with his finger. They didn't say anything. One thing I want to say in my heart is drawing a water worm. All the more so. He wanted to be like an Asura or a lion rather than a madman right away. I wanted to pull the sideburns and fill them with all my might. The fat man standing in front of him looks like he's worth a few bucks. Even if you don't want Asura or a lion, you have enough power to fill. When I looked at Hana's self once and fixed it to see Chambong, we were in a perfect relationship. It was between a flying animal and a bug. Chambong stood without changing his attitude for the first time, even though his red eyes like a cock were blinking several times in his glasses. "I'm the inspiration -." Jeon Pal-yi said in a mute voice in ancient surprise and shook her hands in front of her. She shook her hands in front of her. "What? You mean the teacher?" I noticed it. Champong poured out a long account of the debt. He finally gave the final sentence that he would remove the pine nut and the pine nut from the debt for three days. At that time, a child who was coming with a wheezing breath called "Hing-a-." and raised his shoulders and said, "Hing-a that's the one." Hani, the son of a thief, slapped me on the cheek." Sung-geun gives a poor piggyback ride to the newborn and treats the fat, and in front of Noh-geun, he says, "That's it." "What? What?" Suddenly, he breaks it with a chambong. Sung-geun tried to run away after eating self-sufficiency, saying, "Woomae," but he just fell down because he was caught in a stone. The cat escaped with the wind.

When his mother talked to Chambong, he noticed that it was about wages and poured out a lot of explanations about debt to his mother.

Duok got off the bridge and was called into the room of appreciation without any time to dress up. Duokijima, who suddenly worked for several days to meet with auditor Kim, met with the auditor of the air supply, and she couldn't decide that she was a woman, so she wanted to change her clothes However, the people on the left and right did not give such leeway. He urges, "You'll be on board soon, so please go in." Inevitably, Duok appeared in front of auditor Kim wearing a street suit. "What's wrong with you?" This was the first thing Kim said. There was no glad color on his face. Rather, only the embarrassed attitude made Duok's heart willingly. Duok didn't speak quickly. No wonder tears cover my eyes. "There is a fountain to come after you to see me, but what do you mean by chasing hundreds of miles?" The second word further frightened Duok's spirit and made him look at the blood of his whole body. How could there be such a heartless word in the world. This is not what I missed for a few days, but what I said from the mouth of my lover who tried to leave my whole life to him. "I was going to go in and see you when I heard that you were going to die at my post, but I was so disappointed to hear that you left the house the next day while lying down for two or three days. "My usual wish is to serve the Great Master for the rest of my life, so don't throw it away and let me follow the group to Seoul," he pleaded.

Du-ok, who tried to meet with auditor Kim with one mind, was suddenly called into the room of gratitude, and he wanted to be groomed, but people did not give him such time.

However, it is not known whether the acquisition of a little knowledge of fishing in Cho's fishing lecture, which has been nailed to his ears, has helped him take this path. Therefore, if Cho had not touched fishing in the first place, I might not have carried a fishing rod like him now. I've never seen anyone happy to go out with them in their own way, and be as happy as a snatcher. I met him at the coffee shop yesterday and told him that I would start fishing from work in the province, and he said, "Oh, that welcoming hug is...…. For more than 20 years, I've been sitting and playing with Cho almost every day, feeling sad together if there's something sad, and having fun together if there's something fun, but the expression of joy to hear that I'm going fishing was such a welcome expression that I couldn't find in his expression of joy. I certainly saw that there was such a feeling of joy in the expression. It was nice to meet you, too. Even if you can't catch fish, you can sit side by side on the water side as a good friend and spend the day as a natural person, avoiding all the things you don't want to see or hear, which is a new life that we couldn't taste early in our lives.

If it wasn't for Cho, who gave me a lecture on fishing, I might not have come forward with a fishing rod.

Female musician "Don't let anyone in!" Gyeong-ae refused with a blade-like expression, but it was dark in front of her when she thought of another humiliation. Without thinking about what to do about this, the floor thumped, and the maid's exclamation of "No," and suddenly the Japanese sliding door opened. The person who appeared in front of him was Kim Yoon-taek, a woman who hit his head with a bandage. A face drunk with scarlet color filled with anger under a white bandage. His eyes were as thick as a mad dog. The old man trembled and jumped out of his seat without knowing why. A mockery flowed from Gyeong-ae's eyes, who was still sitting like ice wine without fluctuating at all. Kim Yoon-taek, who had been shooting drunk eyes at the old, child, and young girl for a while, smiled once and entered the room. As Yoon Taek entered the room, what appeared one after another was Yoon Deok-il, who wrapped his hands with bandages and made his face up with bandages. His eyes are also no different from those of the fox that digs up Aechong in Bukmangsan Mountain. "What a vile bunch are! Fighting to death with dirty jealousy in Incheon, and two guys came here as a group again...…." Kyung-ae thought that even if she spat on the mud-like faces of the two men, her saliva would be rather clean. Then, an old man standing and shaking without knowing why - an ugly man trying to find a girl who ran away - is also a bad man only at a daycare center. This thought made him feel very fortunate not to be a man.

Kyung-ae, who was blinded by another humiliation, said not to let anyone in, but the floor thumped and the sliding door suddenly opened.

"This man's forehead." "Oh, I did something wrong." Gombo looks back, "Ajibam, I'm a burden too." The shape of a slender woman's grooming, "If you draw it, you'll break it all." It's a gentle old song that tells the clumsy person, "The wind blows in a good harvest." Lee Cham-bong has a thick skin, and he wore a badger hat, a mobidan double jeogori and gray seru pants. Caw-like eyes make a terrible noise in colored glasses, and they iron sideburns with their hooked fingers. "Oh, Deuksoe -." Chambong calls a farmer from over there who blackens the crumbs with a rib and orders him to bring a horse. Deuksoe made a fuss and soon walked with a gentle hand. He has a strong head when he has a stick. They tell me to do this and that again, so if I don't dangle like a bell, a snail will come and my arms will curse. "Be his." "Yes-." Deuk-soe speaks bluntly and cuts a pine nut. "Hey - Hey, write down the front bone Bang Seong-baek in twelve words and nine words." He informs his son after he is done and smokes. "How much will you give me, Inspector?" Sung-baek's wife collected and asked him, and he said, "He's brainy inside, but his outside is very soft." "Don't worry about giving him too little. He knows what's inside me, and he does that." He smiled sublimely and slylyly by opening the wrinkles near the statute.

Lee Cham-bong, wearing a mobidan double jeogori and gray seru pants and wearing a badger hat, iron his sideburns with his hands and call his servant to bring his horse.

Bongrye's father, who went to Seoul with ten daughters, also came down immediately after receiving a letter saying his son-in-law died, and his mother, who went to his eldest daughter's house to eat, also returned with her granddaughter. In any case, due to the Buddhist service, which is a young woman, quite a lot of reliefs came from here and there, so they do not know that it is very difficult to hold a portrait. It is the day of the birth. The body of Gabryong, who left his wife, who was ten women in this world, was placed on the shoulders of many people and reached the point of digging a new grave. From the morning, the fields near the distant mountains were covered with snow pouring like cotton blossoms, and there were many people who followed the portrait house where the body was sent and the tomb was located. They buried Gapryong in the ground, hit by the pouring snow, stepped on the snow that had already come and piled up, and returned, as if they were burying a person in their own hands, saying, "Oh! It's snowing so well. We have a bumper harvest next year. I've heard a good harvest.' 'Needless to say. Even barley is a good harvest." They talk like this. 12 After that, an indescribable shade began to thicken on Bongrye's chest, a passionate woman. As the days went by, his suffering grew bigger. I really didn't want to hear people talking about me as a hot girl. It seemed that people in the world knew everything about their behavior and were deliberately sarcastic and laughing. Rather, it seems as if her already deceased husband scolds her in a corner, saying, "Dirty girl!" As my husband, who had been living with great faith, died, I couldn't control my feelings of not wanting to live, and it was actually amazing that he was talking about himself, who is a young lady, rather than a young woman. That's absurd. And I can't stand the shame. Yes, I just cried for a few days without eating. Even at night, I couldn't sleep after dozing off for a while because I couldn't stand a hard sleep. The more this happened, the more people who didn't know what was going on were rumored to be very rare women.

The pain grew day by day, and I only cried for a few days because it seemed to be deliberately sarcastic and ridiculed by others as a rare woman.

Opponents divided into S internal, C agriculture, commerce, and K-takji, saying, "Let's disband the army as requested to secure resignation and save the people from fish meat," and "Where is the country without the army, such as R, P, and Wonro?" So, tomorrow morning, each minister will officially hold a meeting to sign the military dissolution protocol, the cabinet secretary H will draft the dissolution protocol, the internal minister S will officially write to the public, the minister R and the deputy minister C will speak to the Japanese military commander and disarmed the Japanese military. In other words, the Minister of Military Affairs R called in each executive to deliver the dissolution order and take charge of the dissolution affairs. All the generals, including B, C, D, E, and F, who attended the Hyochunghoe who saw this letter, seemed to be lost in the blue sky. Some (like Mr. C) showed off their arms, saying, "Let's do it to him!" Some said, "These bandits who eat this country," and others gritted their teeth and sobbed.

When the Minister of Military Affairs R called in the officials to deliver the dissolution order and saw the letter that he was in charge of the dissolution, the attendants of the Hyochunghoe and the generals seemed to have fallen in love with the blue sky.

After moving back to Changdeokgung Palace, Minbi took advantage of the opportunity for a food bowl from a relative's house to leave, cleverly communicating to ask for aid with three cheongjin. Even if it wasn't like that, there was no reason to refuse because it wasn't a circle to sit around. Won Se-gae said, "Why do you think he's so eccentric and rude?" More than 2,000 blue soldiers were stationed in Seoul with Won Se-gae. On the other hand, the forces on the side of the Gaehwadang in Changdeokgung Palace were 150 Japanese soldiers and 40 cadets and generals led by Seo Jae-pil, with a total of less than 200. Although there are some Korean diseases, they were only repairing rusty weapons, so it was not even more helpful. Therefore, no matter how elite it is, the difference between the strength and weakness of 200 and 2,000 people from Suhyo was too large. However, the Japanese Corporation's bamboo chum slowly became anxious and scared, and began to make an excuse to step down with the federal Japanese army. If the Japanese army was withdrawing, all was well. When the battle began, Minbi quickly took the crown prince, the crown prince, the queen, and some court ladies, escorted by an unofficial guard, and headed out of the palace to Bukmyo. The northern tomb was within the reach of the Qing army. Only Wang stopped Kim Ok-gyun alone and sat down at Yeongyeongdang. At this time, the Kim Ok-gyun insisted that the king be dispatched to Ganghwado, but the king refused to do so and insisted on going to Bukmyo.

Won Se-gae had no reason to decline the communication of the Minbi asking for help with Cheongjin.

If alcohol is a thing in the name of alcohol, my wife will have a crush on it, and the anxiety that her husband will eat it at any time, so she will have to shoot a thunderbolt (two sips at once) in advance. It was just a precious and grateful liquor that I couldn't smell a drink, so the name of alcohol came to Heungg and took him home, and it was a matter of great thought to do the severe punishment. So then, the principal thought about it and said that whatever food became is food, and it was not my duty to the principal to throw it into the stream, and it was too hot or God was afraid to do that. In other words, the best thing to do was to meet someone you know a little bit and give it up with a pride. As I was just doing it, I met Kim Sun-sa (I forgot about it during the actual story, but I respected Kim Sun-sa) and thought about the aftermath after taking care of him, and things went well. Hyunseobang is moving toward Andong Yukgeori on the left side of Jae-dong Intersection with the joy of being able to enjoy Kim Sun-sa for the first time in a long time as a neighbor's duty.

The present West is heading toward Andong Yukgeori with the joy of entertaining Kim Sun-sa for the first time in a long time as a neighbor's duty.

'-- It's a mess because I got on the wagon...…' I wonder if I could have caught the carriage if I had come alone. Soon, Kim was seen by Chul-soo as a grateful person. As soon as they got into the carriage, the coachman took out two blue umbrellas from under his seat and told them. Then, he makes a soft sea gesture and chatter about what it is. Chul-soo first opened his umbrella and received it without looking over there. It was a pretty big umbrella. It didn't fall off yet, but it seemed to be a very long umbrella. It weighs quite a lot because of its large iron poles. Taking it in, Chul-soo soon began to laugh. The Chinese soldiers and umbrellas -- the Manchurian coachman and the umbrella -- seemed to be a completely different fact, so Chul-soo could not help laughing. "What's wrong with you?" Kim also opens his umbrella and looks back at Cheolsu as if he is dumbfounded. "Hahahaha, it's funny to prepare two umbrellas and pull them together. Hahaha do these people always carry umbrellas like this?" "That's right, haha…… They're asking me to wait. They say there's someone else to ride." 'I'll wait. Can you do it?" The rain was unlikely to stop. Chul-soo and Kim, receiving umbrellas, spread their raincoats on their knees and waited for nearly 20 minutes like that, looking at the rain without saying a word. Soon, the coachman came running with two young students and a Joseon farmer. Then he smiled singlely that he was late waiting for these students to eat, and then he finally picked up the whip and started to drive the horse.

As Chul-soo and Kim waited for nearly 20 minutes, looking at the rain without saying a word, a wagon driver ran with a Joseon farmer and two young students.

Yeo-rip was scolded quietly without answering because she was in front of her strict father, but inside, she was vindictive to hurt the son of the servant who told her about the fact. That evening, both the servant's wife and his wife went to the neighborhood to pound the mill, and there was no one in the room where they lived, and only the child of the servant who caused Yeop's fault during the day was sleeping alone. Yeo-rip went to the dark room with a good spear knife and stabbed the child in the stomach, and the young child, who was neglected while sleeping, screamed for affection and was hurt in various places, and blood poured out in the room and stretched out. The parents came late at night with the trigger of Sangjeon, and when they saw the terrible scene, they stomped their feet with Noah's wailing, and dozens of neighbors surprised by the sound gathered and threatened. Even adults will be frightened by this scary and noisy scene, but Yeo-rip hid in deep light and naturally came out and said, "There's nothing to scold like that. I killed him because he told my father about my fault." He didn't seem at all discouraged. For this reason, there was a person in Ondong-ri who whispered that he was an unspeakable child, and some said, "There is a movement army." In addition, when he grew up and became 15 years old, his father went to a village and followed him to do what he had to do, and the worker's subordinate took care of it at his disposal, and he kicked his tongue and said, "It was a child's death."

In the dark room, Yeo-rip stabbed the child in the stomach, and the parents who returned saw the drooping child and rolled their feet crying.

I also spent that night in one room. It was the dawn of dawn. Tabuko woke up from his tired sleep at the sound of criticizing something in the courtyard of the two leaders, and the man was getting up and dressed in a hurry. At the same time, the door opened like lightning, and a woman carrying a child entered. "Honey, what is this?" came the wife who saw the village. Of course, a series of quarrels between husband and wife took place. And the Whaleo couple's fight was called cutting water with a knife, and a peace was established after the couple also fought. "Since you're here, let's just go in and eat breakfast or soup."Draw it." My wife also agreed to my husband's proposal. "Hey." It was a horse that my uncle (?) called Dabuko to receive the breakfast award. "Go out to this child or karma stream and wash your diapers while you eat breakfast." Again, eye patch...… Tabuko, who was disgusted and angry inside, but was less than only kind and nice, smiled with a frown, picked up the child, picked up the diaper, and went down to the stream. "Why is that a child?" The inn owner, where Tabuko is staying, was a native here and had many relatives. All of the houses were made to look at Dabuko if they had a child to see. So there were quite a few children who had climbed on Davuko's back. However, since she carried a strange child on her back, the village women asked her as a joke. In response, Tabuko said, "It's my family's kid." I went down with a diaper on.

There were quite a few children who had been on Davuko's back because they had to dream of a good Dabuko when they had to see a child.

There is already only one person left in front of Froanchinu. He was a young girl who did not wear a hat, and his clothes were all worn out. The girl showed a careful vote and was looking anxiously at the clerk's hand flying the books. Gradually my clerk raised his head. And then I called-. "Dead." The girl's eyes were wide open. He was stunned with his mouth wide open. Still, he hesitated for a while as if he didn't know.- Whether it was a mistake or suspicious, or wanted to ask for details. What's the name of the child's dead disease? Where is he buried?…. Then it was Froanchinu's turn. The clerk, in the shape of an automatic machine, said, "I'm alive." Froanchinu asked step by step. "Didn't you get sick?" There was no answer. "Please let me hear it, where can I tell you how I'm doing?" The clerk also saw the women renting behind and tried to send the woman in front of me back quickly. "You can't ask such a nagging. Only your children lived. What do you mean again?" His heart beat violently at any time as he entered the salve once every three months. show one's deed. And I tried to find a sad, worrisome, and amazing speech by groping the face of a senseless clerk. "It's alive." He wouldn't ask anything more than that now. And I left the place with a heart filled with indescribable gratitude. It was the agony and joy of the only outing he got from his master. There was no need to go outside of Domoji because there were no family members and friends to visit, and there was no need to spend any money. He could not help but avoid all expenditures even though he was amorous. Therefore, small savings were made so that the mother's duty was fulfilled at any time. However, it was only 60 francs even if I stayed there. His body was not strong. He was unable to enter the hospital twice, and when he was discharged from the hospital, he became a helpless bum and was unlikely to be able to do anything. Therefore, even in the employment agency, they could only arrange a vicious place where they were recklessly driven without slaves or Jinbae.

The young girl in shabby clothes without wearing a hat was stunned by the clerk's words telling her that she was dead and hesitated for a while.

The sun is setting and darkness is approaching. It is a rugged mountain path, and furthermore, the snow accumulates, making it impossible to distinguish between the front and back, but the ground is frozen and slippery so that it cannot be attached to the feet. Even if it is a full moon, the cloud cover was obscured, so it was built at night or in the dark. The king began to walk from here on horseback. He threw himself on the ground several times. Almost reaching the gate, I see a deer passing along the street. In the crowd, there was a person shouting, "Hey, this is a good sign to return quickly." When I managed to enter the fortress, there were opinions such as night view (二更) = around 9 p.m.) and video Kim Ryu to continue to Ganghwa again, but I decided to stay here. In addition, people were sent to Gak to collect Geunwangbyeong, and on the other hand, they asked for reliefbyeongbyeong to the Ming Dynasty. As of that day, the enemy entered Seoul. Looting and slaughtering were immeasurable. In the early morning of the 16th, the enemy troops surrounded the fortress. Our soldiers in Seoul stepped back and gradually gathered in the fortress. The training captain Shin Kyung-jeong and the middle army Lee Hyun-dal were assigned to the east gate, the escort commander Gu Goeng and Suwon Busa Gu In-gu were assigned to the south gate, the general manager Lee Seo was assigned to the north gate, and the Sueosa Lee Si-baek was assigned to the west gate. At this time, the number of soldiers in the castle was 11,000 and civil affairs officials were 200. the royal family and its supporters, two hundred. There were 300 slaves, 14,300 stones of grain, 220 dongs of Jangi, 90 stones of salt, 18,000 geun of gunpowder, and 7,600 liang of silver.

He managed to enter the fortress and stayed at the castle, collecting royal soldiers at Gakgak, while asking for relief soldiers from the Ming Dynasty, and the enemy entered Seoul.

"It's my first time seeing a business that sells more than I do in my world. A world like a doormat!" He, who had a lot of tears, was already moved by this word that came out of his mouth and his eyes were tearful. Booyoung followed. "Yeah, like Chaebong, a world like a doormat? It is not a strange fate that made us play like this, but a world like this door." "Did the world make us feel awkward?" Bong-sun seemed to be insincere. "Isn't it. Think about it. When we came over here in the first place, who sold us out after asking whether it was a contract or something, and who stole the money we are making now. Have we ever made a penny of money while drying blood and selling flesh every night?" 'Yes, he has.' "Even if one person earns at least six won a night, eight of us already earn nearly fifty won. All that fifty won goes into your pocket. Didn't eight of us work hard and earn money while not being able to get even five won worth of food a day?" Bong-sun sighed after a long time, saying, "Come to think of it, aren't we stupid?" "No way. We're not people, we're things. It's an item that is sold here and there with their tricks and squeezes blood to buy them." 'You really are.' 'Think about it. Don't you think it over?" "Then we're a shallow child, regardless of whether we're far away." "I'm a shallow child." You're a shallow person. It's not just that we're unlucky and our features are not as bad as others, but we're ugly for doing such vulgar things." "…………" "Think about whether we've been treated like humans. "Didn't you think it was more vulgar than a dog or a dog?" Booyoung's voice trembled here somehow.

When Chae-bong shouted, "A guy like a gateball is the world," Booyoung followed up with the words, and Bong-sun seemed to be skeptical, asking if the world made us feel awkward.

Gap-ryong, who lay down with his eyes closed tightly, regardless of what he did next to him or what he said, is sick, but right now, he is sad rather than sick! Sad thoughts make him suffer. Tears like dewdrops form in his eyes at any time. Occasionally, a sniffling sound awakens the endless silence of the endless stillness of the room, which can be heard even if a needle falls. Before long, even the shoulders began to lift. In this way, he finally cried out and wept, lamenting inside his lonely life - the unfortunate fate. - I finally got a wife and had a son and a daughter, and I finally had fun. When I was in the midst of my enemies, I was sick and lying down, even my wife betrayed me, and I thought that my wife was in another man's arms, and everyone seemed to hate my fate. What's the point of blaming others. I lost my parents early because I couldn't live with others, so I couldn't avoid a boring life, but now I'm sick and I can't believe my poor body, and even my sister, so I deserve to die. Thinking about it so far, I was more desperate, so I raised my voice even more and cried. It fits the theme of the company…. Bongrye gets drunk on Bongrye properly and goes to the corner, falls down as much as she can, and cries pitifully.

Gabryong has a sad heart rather than aching body, and tears form in his eyes and ears, and sad thoughts distress him.

He had never sincerely thought about what sin was, but he had only considered it easy to criticize with a light mouth. What is sin -- the consciousness of sin varies according to the times -- was very easy when I just spoke with my mouth, but once I realized it was scary, heavy, and rare. Sin is sinful. The scale and ruler that determine sin are nothing else, but truly the mind. No matter how much I reasoned and made a bet, I realized that it was a sin when my heart became scary and heavy. I realized that it was really myself, not anyone else, who would relieve the heavy and dreary burden of that heart. The helpless lonely thought pressed my heart in two layers. The excited and dreary of the guilty man -- that was Minsu's expression in recent years. -- Can't you be a devil like that. Of course, I thought about it like this. At first, when he signed a contract with Yoonju, he seemed to be able to play the role of a devil quite easily, and in modern times, he thought that there was more pride than being an adult in playing the role of a devil. That's how Goerom, who knew it was a miscalculation once he had done it, pressed his body like scissors. I clearly realized that acting as a devil is just as difficult as acting as an adult, and that there is no business to dare to do it except for a good bet. I saw the impression of a comedy, such as a clown who slipped while riding a rope, in the figure of myself who slipped while trying to become a devil.

In modern times, Minsu thought it was adult to act as a devil, but he realized that he was mistaken after committing something.

"Why can't you come to your senses, man? Please return my feet." Cheomji realized that it was a warm feeling in her eyes. He also made a sad look in his eyes as if the owner's heart had been communicated to the cow. Cheomji's wife brought a three-year-old mugwort because it was much more cold at lunch. It was a time when I was nervous and restless like a person sitting on a needle cushion, so I cursed as soon as I saw a sweaty wife like a drowning person. "It would be perfect if I sent it to such a yeopen to make a fire." I can't go to Geumgangsan Mountain because I don't know the way, so go up to Masan." "Oh, someone is going to be late. I thought you were late." I've been to two legs with a pillow." "The leg didn't know how to do the pillow and yawned." Cheomji's wife said, "The tip of the tongue that only talks without a ball is a rental cut out when you go to the afterlife!" and returned to the marketplace with a straw mat. She curled up in her waist in case her husband caught her eyes, but she made two medicine books for Bok-soon at the four pharmacies of Park Ju-bu. On the other hand, the medicine was also sweet as firewood was planted on the fire of boiling mugwort. While he was making medicine, his wife said, "No matter how important the cow is, people should live and see it. If one of the two is bound to go, Bok-soon, you should live.' I prayed and prayed to myself. However, even the perception that Bok-soon was sick was dim in the current head of Cheomji. Cheomji sat together in front of the furnace. He scooped up mugwort water and said, "Come on, eat this and get up. Do you have to pay for the hard work you've done for ten years? Now, eat it." It sounded like I was telling my child.

While adding medicine to the mugwort-boiled fire, Cheomji's wife was also important, but she prayed to herself that people should live and see, but Cheomji even dimmed the perception that Bok-soon was sick.

"……What do you mean if I'm the mayor of Gyeongseong……" "Kyungsung is not the mayor, but Buyun!" Daeyoung's correction like this, and the woman follows it without shaking her head...… "It was, by the way…… Anyway, what do you mean...… Before that, I'll never let Yeda leave this like this!" As if I couldn't help it, his face turned around with a lot of frowning and turning was completely different from the eyes of an old tourist-like opportunity, and it made it easy for Daeyoung to take over the reality of the woman's secret antipathy. But Dae-young naturally said, "Oh, I can guarantee it……" While doing it, I slowly walk the way I used to go again. "……there is absolutely no political risk…"… I've had two very generous dispositions at a time when there were some such allegations, much less now! …… Better managed hard market, better market...… There is no reason to sit on that hard market and try to do such a hoax, even in violation of the purpose of preserving historical monuments……" The woman is immersed in my thoughts, and there is no reaction to listening. First of all, Daeyoung walked calmly for a long time, and then passed through Gwanggyo and said, "Sumi-ko-san?..."…" He sings it like this is. Instead of answering, the woman only pretends to raise her head. "That bell, that thing...…" Daeyoung also looks forward and thinks slowly, one by one by one...… "……The old bell with a lot of silly comments is called a mirror, for example…… Go to the mirror and...… I went to the mirror and saw Sumikko-san's face...… Like, what is it, with a lot of eyeballs...… What's this? It's a powder porridge. It's a speckled earth…… Sumiko-san's own face that looks like this...… Going to the mirror and looking like it's reflecting on me, is it unpleasant to see me? "Do you want to break it down?" It was a confident, so it was a decisive look.

Dae-young easily grasped the secret substance of antipathy by looking at the woman's face expressing displeasure.

In the mountains, chestnut pine trees are planted, charcoal soft wood is sold, debt is erased, and charcoal is sold, and when autumn comes, it is about 233 miles from the mountain. The eldest son gave the government permission to negotiate, and the younger son usually goes to school By the looks of it, he is incredibly smart, clumsy, quick, and witty. A few years ago, Chambongga was praised by the local people for being generous with his Jingap feast last fall as "moment" after reviving the village where he had been living in Dangsan for a long time and had not been living due to the decline of the village. Fell in love with the new phonograph, they were happy to be self-sufficient. Maybe that's why, after that, the babies went to the tree and sang a Japanese song with ears. "Ga - Kwa Namidaka Are You Smoking?" That song is about to go. Only strong, hard-eyed, large nose-shakers seem to have sideburns with their eyebrows, but they seem vulgar and crafty, but the evil Jeongga is floating around the entire face. Villagers come from looking at the wall, working in the mountains, and marrying their sons. "Oh, I'm the only one who can't live in that place." He says something gentle in front of anyone and nags me. "It's easy to be ripped off early if you spend it without knowing what's ahead of you." When I was young...…." He explains how to live in a house from the beginning, and then he usually brags about himself. If you say, "I'll pay you back because you're a straight person and choose for me," I'll pay you to take it off, but Garan people are really straight and "pick" people who have made tax, grain, etc. simple.

After reviving the passing of Dongje in Dangsan, Chambong was praised by the people of the neighborhood for its generosity with the moment of the Jingap Festival.

It was Kwang-pil's sympathy and anxiety for Ok-jeong that greedy Kim Sosa could not know what sacrifice he would make like his eldest daughter. No matter how much lotus flower has grown among Ito, it is natural that Gwangpil is always a poor girl because who will tell the future whether the person who chips it will be an innocent person like the lotus flower or a dirty person like Ito. And whenever Okjeong was conscious of being a girl and a boy, a great force beyond resistance pressed his chest. When this thought came out, I forgot that I had been kicked out of the room because I couldn't pay the cash boarding fee, but when I returned to reality, I felt sad. And his thoughts ran to how to continue his studies. Gwang-pil soon sent a relatively small letter to his cousin about the cash predicament. Even with his brush, he thought about his insincerity and weakness several times. I was only sad and ashamed when I thought I had to beg for my troubles one by one. He tried to use a strict and tough phrase not to send and stop him if he wanted to send tuition, but he ended up with only soft phrases because he had lingering feelings and weaknesses. Kwang-pil threw his brush and thought as if he were determined. The associations of hardship-labor-success get tangled in my head like a dizzying thread. I thought about the sales peddler, newspaper delivery, rickshaw, and the work of all high school students.

Gwang-pil tried to write his cousin about the cash crisis in a strict and tough phrase, but he ended up with only soft phrases.

At that time, the words sounded harsh, but I gradually passed by, so I don't know that my body is short-sighted because I didn't do a wooden book, but I think it's very earful when I talk like that, and now I even use it easily. While replying to each other and distributing their master's bad crops, they arrived at the door of the nanny's house in the middle school bridge. As expected, the sound of a child crying in a crowd comes out. The nanny, however, turns around and asks, "Do you want to hang out?" and waits for Normane's answer. "You have to make a fuss because you have to come in with your hands or feet." Normane looks at her house with a constant nod. "It's not funny. "Oh, by the way," the nanny whispered in a whisper, "I said I'm going to Gwonbeon, which is coming to Mokganheo-gu, huh? In a little while. Oh. Let's have lunch together." Normane quickly greeted me and said, "Well...…" He hesitated and said, "Then, I'll get out of it because of my look..."…" Then, he walks quickly to enter the gate of the house and turns around. Only then, Yoo said, "I'm going to do this again!" and hesitated and entered the courtyard as if returning very busily. Joo Joo-ah was just so angry that she scooped up on the floor and sat down, and the child was lying in front of it with a fling and crying while struggling. Joo Joo-ah has a habit of persisting, so the child sleeps and wakes up, so she bites the empty milk that doesn't even grow, and then gets angry and pushes the cheek with a click in anger. He knew the nanny had returned, but he didn't open his eyes repeatedly, and then he said in a straight voice that the crying child was surprised and stopped crying, "What kind of event is this!" After shouting, the poison rises, so he can't talk anymore and only breathes in color.

At that time, the nanny was reluctant to say that, but as she passed by gradually, she thought it would be very deafening to say that, so she even used it and came to the nanny's house in the middle school bridge.

"If our Mo-jung had grown so much, she would have been a little bit!" And I remember Jung-sook having seen a young girl similar to Mo-jung for some time now. The girl's eyes and mouth may look like that, but it would have been quite the same if it had not been for the scratch on her forehead, which seemed to have been hurt by falling down, even though the fat pods were raised and bobbed. Then Lonely smiles and thinks again about the scary thoughts that I sometimes see these days, saying, "Isn't it okay if I steal a girl and raise her just like someone else picked up our mother?" Jung-sook bends her back with all kinds of passion and cuteness and says, "Hey! Baby! How old are you?" I sweep my short hair with my hands. Perhaps because she was afraid of strangers' hands, the girl only opened her eyes and looked at them, but there was no answer. And then my hand comes back in and says, "Oh, my! My baby is pretty! "What's your name?" He patted his head again, and this time, he stood up awkwardly as if he had been insulted or beaten, and ran straight over there. Jeong-sook sighed inwardly, saying, "There are many children who are cold only when they are discouraged," and thought that her eyes were strange as she chased after them. Han Sana, who was wearing a white scroll and a fedora, who could not be seen clearly because of the distance, stood with a painful look, and was staring at the girl who was coming forward alternately. At first glance, Jeong-sook, with her slender height and bent shoulders, walks forward a few steps without realizing it, even though she insists to herself that it will never be possible because it is a human affair. No matter how many steps I took while folding the streets of Sinabro, he must have been the husband who pushed me to take it off the previous day, even though his face was turned off and his body was half withered. - "You?" Jeong-sook opened her mouth like this without knowing what she was going to say, but she couldn't say the next word. Strangely, I was even more glad to meet the person who was fed up like an enemy after a long time. I stared blankly for a long time, but I couldn't stand it anymore, so I managed to say, "Have you been in Seoul?"

When Jeong-sook sweeps her hair with her hands and asks her age, the girl only looks at her, but there is no answer, and when she asks her name again and strokes her head, she stands up and runs straight away.

"Mother, I'm going to school," he said, and he always showed his intention to Kkotbun that he would only go with a wink, and went out of the gate again. Ha, "What!" Ma-na heard the bowl bump. 'I know.' 'What do you mean no! "I've had a hard time with radish." "You don't know." "What are you saying?" I hear the sound of the door being pushed in the main room. It seems that the manna is running out. It was the sound of moving a mirror to steal a desk and hitting a vase. I made no mistake. But the manna running out is scary. It's hard to say that you didn't break anything even though you didn't make a mistake, because it's always past to pick and squeeze until you're satisfied with your stomach. For some reason, I knew that Ma-na would pass by without any luck because she had no interference with nap all day, but Moon-hye came back and said she would steal the room because it was time for her to come back. "Why is the sound of the damn glass bump so loud?"" Kkotbun was bewildered with the mirror in his hand, unable to take it off, considering the clanging sound of the mirror hitting the vase. The door is pushed. The sound of the door, which seemed to be pushing with all its might, was also surprising, and when the wrinkles between the brows fell into three rows and collided with the face of the woman with a triangular look that seemed to have driven poison, the flower bun's head stretched up and goosebumps all over the body. At that moment, Kkotbun walked backward without realizing it in an unknown fear, reflected and lost his balance. The mop was put in and pulled out, and the heel was caught in the water basin. Therefore, the upper half of the body was tilted back before the leg, so he moved the footprints to calm the body, but stepped on the basin, and Kkotbun, who lost his balance of step, even dropped the mirror in his hand. The mirror hit the waist by the edge of the basin was strong and split in two.

I thought I was going to pass by the manna's nap without anything, but the bloody sound was considered vulgar.

The two months in his hometown were the hell of life for Hun. It happened to be two months before the start of farming. Hun was dragged around at random. I can't do anything, so I'm only an errand boy. I ordered him to do anything because he didn't know how to do anything, and he had to do anything because he didn't know how to do anything. Hun was reminiscent of life in Tokyo. The first job I got when I went to Tokyo was "demodo" in Japanese. Did you fold sashimi or put it on the wall. There was also a difference in shoveling sashimi and sand. He didn't know how to do anything, so he had to do anything, and he had the right to do anything I even ran errands for cigarettes and tissues. It's always the same for a person who doesn't have the ability. "Darling, if you cover the soil like that, do you think the seeds will grow in a loop?" His father pushed Hun, who did not know how to seed the radish field and cover a single piece of soil, like this. "Leave this alone, take that bucket and bring in some water." The horse gets wet, but the jig doesn't stick to his back. There is more spilled water than drawn water. It was rejected again. "Hey, leave the water and go to Sangcheol's house to get cattle, and stop by home and bring it without manure. There will be manure on the back of your fourth sister's outside, so she comes out and scratches it on it. "It's the hand of a person who has never even handled a steel reins in his life. Even cows are more clever than Hun, so they don't listen to the city. I hated it when I put out my head like a silkworm. There's no way I've tried manure. It's Hun who hasn't even been next to a cow.

At the beginning of the farm work, Hun experienced the hell of his life, acting as an errand to do anything he was told to do because he knew nothing to do for two months in his hometown.

I didn't listen to him even if he insisted that he wouldn't be in the house if he didn't give me an answer, but I didn't hear him buy my house in the village and try to repair it to my will, so I guessed that my father also threw away his suit to firmly hold me back. However, if you hide your suit, it would be too much to make you throw it away like that. My taste buds hurt more than I patted them. It was just built, so it was not a waste to hug, but it was so unpleasant that I couldn't stand it. And when I looked at it, I thought I might have said it intentionally to see Heo Jae-bi. Why does my father hate suits so much. My cheeks were swollen and I rushed into the house. 5 "Why. Are you coming in already? It's time for birds to gather...…" Hashidai's father looks at my plump swollen cheeks and looks at me with strange eyes for some reason. When I think about it, I didn't want to talk, so I sat silently, but I couldn't stand it as it was, so I brought it up. "Didn't you keep my suit? Abu-nim." "Did you see it in the desert?" "Do you see it in the rice paddies?" "Why didn't you see Heo Jae-bi in the rice paddies?" "Is your father an old man?" Did you draw it on purpose?" "No, I can't use it again?" He made Heo Jae-bi out of a suit. Is that a good thing? I really don't know. Your wife set it up yesterday morning." My father rather opens his questionable eyes roundly. Only then did I realize that it was my wife's joke, so I went out to the public and begged them to farm, and then I went to Phillyaen. I ran inside thinking.

I thought it was too much to throw away my suit, and I was so annoyed that I couldn't stand it.

When his son was 67 years old, he played in the courtyard of the palace, and King Sejo accidentally saw him and asked him to come closer because he was pure in beauty and extraordinary in spirit. "Who is the child?" The queen said, "Princess Gyeonghye's son will come." He ordered the Jasan army to be with him. After he grew up, he became his son-in-law at the request of King Danjong's queen Song, and after Song's return, he served as a single-handed volunteer with the Queen Kwon of King Munjong and his wife. After King Danjong was angry, King Sejo dug out the tomb of his mother-in-law, Queen Hyeondeok, and abandoned the coffin on the beach and removed the ancestral tablet in Jongmyo Shrine, so King Munjong became a Doksadang, so Kwon served by his maternal grandmother, Jeong. After that, Jeong Mi-soo sealed Haepung Buwongun as Jwari Gongsin during the reign of King Seongjong, but because he was originally a painter, his descendants were not so bright, and by the time of his great-grandson Jeong Hyo-jun, his family was even inferior, so he finally gained one.

Jeong Mi-soo was a female painter, so his descendants were not able to be brilliant, and in the era of his great-grandchild Jeong Hyo-jun, his family was even weaker, so he only got one.

"Even if you take them off now, there will be few people who will hear them soon, so I haven't confessed to anyone so far, but you'll guess when you wait and see," Seok-ho avoids a detailed answer. Myung-soo also did not ask what to do, especially considering it. Myeong-soo, who knows well that there will be no use in his mind alone without giving him a job or a considerable amount of material to save him completely, was difficult to ask what he would do with his future, so he waited for a day to fall out of his mouth. Seokho ended up talking. "What do you want me to do? I feel frustrated just thinking about cancer, and I came all the way here to listen to my uncle. Please give me some guidance as you think. "There was no good policy for Seok-ho, who was extremely hated by the world as an opium lover, and Myung-soo guessed that it was not easy to implement it, so he said, "You must have thought about what to do…"…. Without it, what else's words will be referred to you?" he asked back. Seok-ho thought about what it was for a long time, and then turned his eyes away, saying, "If I don't worry about my mother and young child, I don't want to live a wandering life anywhere so that I don't see the ugly side of the world." It was clear to him that he still had memories of being rich and luxurious. It was not his fault that his situation could not take off the opium lover, but that society had driven him there, so it was enough to find out in the words that he had cursed the world's spiritual mind with his back to the world.

It was clear that Seok-ho, who wished he would not see the world without worrying about his mother and young child, had a rich memory.

The president's "Knock -..." arrow hit the target sent a sharp sound to the head of Chokseokru on the river hill and trembled. The person standing next to the target raises his or her flag and wraps it around his or her head. "That's right!" A row of wild sheep and spectators shout loudly in front of Nongae Sadang. Another person stared at the target as he tied the bow. The arrow flowing through the space then turned off the weak sound and crossed the target and stuck in the sand. "E - E." This time, only one person's voice crossed the river in a blur. Chui is obsessed with anxiety and anxiety that seems to always shoot at him whenever an arrow crosses. The river shakes its blue hair in the wind and even the leaves of the mixed trees on the hill. It's twilight. The wind in the twilight is to hold even a small sound politely and let it be heard all over the earth. The sun, which blushes blood into the sky on the west side and turns mountains and fields red, puts water back to the head of the water. The swallow passed by, and the sudden sound of hitting an arrow in the ears of the embarrassed and surprised Chu-yi flustered and smacked his lips like the sound of a cannon. A little later, Chueh collected arrows and rowed a small boat across. Each of the bows finds its own arrow and puts it in a blue belt to tie the bow again. When Chuei saw the wife of a liquor store who opened a mole under the zelkova tree, she walked with a single smile and drank a glass of takgop. "Hehehe." He opened his thick lips and smiled at the farmer and poured alcohol residue into the courtyard of the shrine.

Chui was nervous and anxious that the arrows of the wild sheep lined up in front of Nongaesadang would face him.

The whole group sat on the silk supplement with rules. Everything in the room shone to the fullest. The white beams covered on the gyoza table were gently peeled off. On the long table with white beams, the glossy and soft steaming hot spring food was removed from the flower bed and placed neatly in a bowl. "Let's eat." "Because I'm not good at it." The owner's words were very friendly and soft. Lee's master is a concubine. The owner's eldest sister is farming in the country. It has been three years since I brought Lee here. Lee is now Shin Kyung-soon, a renowned piano teacher at the Girls' Music School. When people listened, the owner lived with a gisaeng before this Shin Kyung-soon woman. Many people held spoons. The owner and his wife sat face to face on the borderline, divided into a woman's lower neck and a man's upper neck. "Eat your own butam." The owner, with a rich face and daemote glasses, reached out to grab the kettle on one side of the statue. "I will follow," said the long-haired young man, who sat face to face with his master in the middle of the table and near the kettle, caught the kettle which the master was trying to catch. This young man is Park Si-eon, who has a reputation for illustrating novels and drawing portraits well. "Let's eat." The owner, Ah, put rice in the air and recommended it to the women. The air in the room, which had been quiet by the sound of snapping mouth and spoon, shook gently. A couple of glasses have already circulated on the men's side. The owner held up the glass that someone poured for him and smiled satisfactorily, and looked across at the owner Ah, saying, "Let's have a cup of accompaniment on the side."

There was a gyoza table containing all kinds of food in the room, and the owner, Ah, said to eat affectionately and softly.

Heo Jun's heart was drawn to his story one step by step. Kim Soon-gu was a person who grew up in Chuncheon-eup, Gangwon-do. News has been unknown since his father left for Hamgyeong-do when he was five years old. His mother made him graduate from elementary school as a liquor and rice seller, but other than that, he could not study because his strength was not growing. Because of that, the anxiety was also great. He finished elementary school when he was 15. When he was fifteen years old, he ran an errand at a Japanese shop and was paid $13 a month. Thirteen won has become a great fortune in the life of the swings. That was why it was a big condition to guarantee the swings' life for a month. At this time, my friends who graduated from elementary school together when they were young went to study in Seoul and Japan and went to middle school. Kim Soon-gu's young heart seemed to be torn whenever the swings came back during summer vacation or winter vacation and talked about Tokyo and Seoul. I miss Seoul and wanted to go to Tokyo. As a person who can do it, there have been more than once when I was angry at the thought that money was rotting. His mother knew the pain, too. However, his mother, who was getting older, had no choice. After living like this, he came to the house of a rice dealer in Seoul at the introduction of the store owner where he was 23 years old. From his monthly salary of 40 won, he sent 20 won to his mother and lived on 20 won. Then, the person who was doing the rice grain went to Japan, so he was in the production company that he had until now...….

After Kim Soon-gu's father left for Hamgyeong-do to earn money, news was unknown, and his mother graduated from elementary school with alcohol and rice, but he was troubled because he could not make him study other than that.

Whenever I called Kkimikko a "daero-haeng," R also called it that way, frowning unpleasantly. Spring is almost over, and summer vacation was near semester test. On that day, R had a headache and left school and was lying down. I was about to come back from school when the old owner came to greet me with a huff. "I'm in trouble. Yagi-sang hung himself. "What? When I ran home, R was lying with his bloodshot eyes shining like a madman. Too much love for a young heart, thereby causing mental abnormalities. R went to his brother in Chojeon that day. The semester examination was over, and the long-awaited day of returning home came. On 16 July 1916. I packed my bags and sent them to the station in guruma, I said goodbye to my master, and headed for the tram stop. After a while, I heard the sound of following me, so I turned around, and Yoshie, dressed in summer clothes, was scratching up. "I'm returning home today." "Now I hear you." Without a word, I reached the tram stop. As expected, without saying a word, he stood close behind me. The train arrived. The boy jumped into the tram cheerfully with a word of Sayonara (ようならさ-Goodbye), taking off the joyous work of "Returning to the Country." "Akkini's (in autumn)." Only one small sound was flowing from his mouth. The tram left with a thud. He opened his eyes wide and immediately saw the train leaving. His eyes, a little tearful, were as graceful as a pearl. As the distance of the street grew, gradually his shadow grew smaller, but only his eyes, like the lighthouse of the sea in the dark, drifted out of his body distinctly and followed the chariot.

On the day of the semester exam after spring was over, R was lying down with a headache, so I was about to come back from school when the owner old woman came to greet me.

The kindness of the system was also kind, and the attitude of the counterpart made me feel proud of how polite and kind the words were. About 20 or so, he is a young person. Compared to the first attendance officer, it is lovely and correct to go and pat him on the back. Thank you. I can't thank you enough for being so kind and polite to these poor people. The poor people...… We'll see how lazy it is. As soon as they hear the notice of the ticket gate, they all come together and flock to the front of the ticket gate. A flood of water. It is impossible to tell whether the two rows are four or five or six lines, and which is orthodox or which is Seojok. The federations are playing a double game. As if it's a given, they don't say anything like sorry or ask you to move a little, but they pat and push and rub through the front that others have built. The Middle East is rather good, but it is good. From the front of the fence at the ticket gate to a part of the waiting room, a huge crowd of passengers fills up and they take the lead in the federation. The jajang fever in the barrel can't go a step forward. Punching is more about passengers than keeping busy or getting released. Those who have been waiting for Gozner fever from the beginning will be in the last place. It's not enough to describe disorder or disorder, and it's a complete mess. If you're pressed for time, you don't know. However, there are still 10 minutes left until Cha Oh-jae comes and stops for 15 minutes, a total of 25 minutes. Twenty-five minutes is enough time for the decent people to be released, let alone two hundred.

The words and attitudes of the counterman, who was about 20 years old, were more friendly and polite than the first attendance officer, and his thoughts were hot as he was proud.

"Yuck!" and all the rice in his hand was scattered and the tree fell out with its shoulders on it. He is his father, who looks into, "Don't you have eyes?" Still, Jin-tae looked back. The teacher has already passed the whole body. "What do you do with the rice scattered like this, you damn thing?" Father sweeps it in front of his pants with both hands. Jin-tae stood dazedly and was dragged into the house by his father. When I enter the house, my mother asks me how much I received, how much I spent, and how much I have left. When Jin-tae heard the sound, he gave him a pawn ticket. And then I told him the details. However, the mother was not at fault with Jin-tae. Considering that he spilled all the rice he had sold at the hall, it is a waste and resentment that he can't stay as it is. So, I said, "Hey, damn you, I didn't eat, so I told you to eat and go to bed."…." Then he comes at me with his fist up, says, "Get hit!" and then comes at me again. Jin-tae made no excuses. However, as I was beaten twice a day, I did not know what it was and what I wanted to curse. So he was beaten for a long time and cried to himself. He had no consolation and no petting. He shut himself up in the corner of the room and cried for a long time before falling asleep. I had an unfair dream. Competed: Opening 40 (1923.10).

Jin-tae didn't make any excuses, but he was beaten twice a day, so he blamed and cursed and cried in the corner of the room and fell asleep.

"Where do I go if the briquette breaks again today?" It had already been more than once that I cried like this. It would have been more than ten times. However, almost half of the briquettes were broken and broken. I said that just yesterday. "Coal is not a bad thing, boy. It's because the people who make coal leave a lot of money because they put in less coal. I'm going somewhere else in my house. If you go to a briquette maker or a coal company worker's house, you won't be scolded like that. My companion is at the coal company's house, and it won't break even if I throw it away!" "Yes, do you really want to leave the house?" The girl suddenly envied this companion girl. How nice would it be to go somewhere nicer than this house where you work to death and get cursed at, let alone say good things? I even think about this. "I don't know yet. But I might go again, I might not go again..." 'Where are you going if you leave the house?' 'Me?' The girl was blinking. "There isn't. But if you don't like it, you have to go out? If I wake up this briquette again, I'll really be kicked out by the lady! He was going to be kicked out, but he begged and forgave me. "The two girls were shaking under the Jeonju on the way, and the situation was like this. It was the second night that the girl from the school teacher's house left the house. The girl had really become a loner since the girl next door disappeared.

It would have been more than 10 times to whine about where to go if the briquette I bought was broken again, but almost half of the briquettes I bought were broken.

The only thing that is regrettable is that many of his close companions have now become very different people and, in severe cases, like enemies forever. I don't know why the deep situation is criticized only by saying, "It's a year to die, a poor year, or an obscene year," without even trying to find out the posture. Isn't this also the right thing to do and have no public opinion afterwards when men are obsessed with choosing a scent, saying that it's three days away from hurting, but only women have to live their lives as widows? Or if a woman is involved with another man even once, it is common for a man to open up and have two or three concubines. Just as it's okay to misinterpret with a few women in one night, I think they also think this way, and aren't they just tearing and messing with themselves because they're women? It is impossible to know just by knowing the reason why he runs only over there after getting rid of himself. Even if you say so, don't you have a relationship with another woman because you just broke up with her? I don't want to say who was first, but didn't it happen before you? Nevertheless, I don't know if anyone tries to find out the judgment that makes them unable to live in the world by making ugly rumors and even turning them into obscene poor people. No matter how good a person's evil is, it is a world that likes God and sees things, and likes to talk frugally, but this incident was show-off and unfair.

He moved away like a very different person because his close colleagues criticized him on one side without recognizing the deep situation.

So I swore again for the last time. "Now that anyone has someone who saves me, I will kill him right away and solve the person who was trapped." This was the story of the man who came out of it. When I heard rumors that M was abusing his young wife, I couldn't help thinking about this story. I told my wife that I was to vent my anger over the pain and silence of being a bachelor until I was thirty years old. And, abuse as much as you want, abuse as much as you want. It was one evening, almost a year after M's marriage. He and I were having dinner together somewhere. His face was unusually dark and heavy on this day. He was almost drinking with his hands on the food. He was even more talkative on this day. Being too drunk to drink more, he opened his mouth voluntarily for the first time. His eyes, bloodshot, flashed horribly. "Hey, honey, don't cheat and tell me sincerely. Do I have the ability to reproduce?" "Well, I'm going to test it." I was going to pass it like this. 'Then give me a look.' 'Why all of a sudden?' He was about to answer. But I swallowed the horse that was about to come out. And after another drink, he opened his eyes and said. "No, it's nothing else, but I don't feel sorry for that person (his wife) if I don't have reproductive ability. So, if it turns out not to be there, I'll give him a "time" to break up when he's still young and rebuild his destiny? That's why." 'I'll have to check.' "Then when shall we do it?" A few days later I was surprised to hear that M's wife was pregnant. You don't even need to examine it. M would not have that ability. But M's wife is pregnant.

If I didn't have the ability to reproduce, I would break up with my wife so that I could rebuild my destiny, but a few days later, his wife became pregnant, and what's surprising is that M doesn't have the ability to reproduce.

"Yes, what is today's school anniversary? "I won't study, so I'll come soon." The widow is sweeping her eyes with her head down. Hwang Chi-han moved his vest pocket, took out his watch, and said, "Oh, it's already Ojeong. Today, I was going to take Sook-ja with me and order a house egg after a long time. I was surprised by Hwang Chi-sam's words that he was taking Sook-ja, but it sounded strange that it was a house egg, so I said, "What do you mean a house egg? Whose house egg is it?" The widow looks at Hwang Chi-sam, who sat with her knees up at the end of the floor. "Yes, I moved in last year's new year." 'Where did you go?' 'I'm outside Dongmun.' It's a pavilion that a friend had, but he told me to keep it in for a while, so yes, I moved. "It's not my house, but there are forty-five tiled houses and a nice garden." When Hwang Chi-sam said, Mrs. Oh was surprised and said, "Yes, that's greatI draw. So you're a little better off these days, aren't you?" "And last New Year's, I got 100 won in land bargaining, so I spent the beginning of the year well." "Oh, you're getting lucky. No wonder Shinsu is much better than before." "What's the point of getting better?" It's a rice paste on your hand." "But it's good if you get along better." "But is today the youngest's birthday?" It's been a long time since I saw my wife's Sook-ja at home, so I came here humbly because I wanted to see her once. It's all about how the whole family is quiet and there's no house to look for each other. Since it's been a long time since you came today, let's borrow Sookja for a day." Hwang Chi-han's words were solved smoothly without a dark corner. Mrs. Oh said, "Well, if your son comes later, let's discuss it and take him with you." Hwang Chi-han was so thoughtful. What's the point of discussing it? You should do it, too. What is there to discuss going to the family house?" Sook-ja came in while the story broke out between Hwang Chi-sam and the five women.

When Hwang Chi-sam said he tried to take Sook-ja and order a house egg, Mrs. Oh was surprised and asked whose house egg it was.

"What if you have to live on it in the future?" "Go into the factory." A harsh word seemed to hit Yeong-ok's heart. Young-ok was so heartbroken that she didn't know what to say for a long time. "I don't know if I said too much, but if I chose the path of a singer as a means of living, I was completely wrong." "What's the difference between trying to be an inexhaustible novelist or a singer?" Young-ok finally found a word of rebuttal. "If you watch novels and popular songs together, there's nothing more to add." "If you say you're trying to become a singer, what is it that makes you wonder if you write a novel that can't even be published?" Soon-do got off the bench and took a step toward the pond. "Hagi was fascinated by something. As if possessed by a ghost." As the stone thrown into the pond caused a splash and ripples, a flock of meat rose on the water. Birds flew from the thick branches. "There are close opportunities in fashionable places." Young-ok also stood up and couldn't pass, so he couldn't pass. "In fact, I was going to tell you a little about it." Yeong-ok closely followed the tail of purity disappearing into the shade of the tree. "I heard there's a radio rookie night, so I was wondering what to do." "I'm my brother. There are many famous teachers, so I'll do it there." The reason why the sulky appearance is not necessarily considered pleasant was that Soon-do's words came from a really indifferent and cold attitude, not from jealousy for Yeong-ok.

The harsh words to enter the factory if you want to make a living as a singer seemed to hit Yeong-ok's heart.

Therefore, Bong-jun's work was embarrassed. However, it was somehow thought that Bong-jun, who had a pretty wife, died thinking of him again, and that it was like a color horse for him. Anyway, I hated being impure. In retrospect, if a bachelor had never been married, and his name alone had become that much, he would not know how his heart would move first in the future. Most of all, it was impossible to think of a woman with her eyes closed to a person with a wife who had no blemish or blemish that she had sealed for more than 20 years, even if there was a flaw in the jade. However, if you see Bong-joon in front of you, you were afraid rather than not wanting to go at all because you were a person and didn't know what would happen. Therefore, I have been blindfolded for months. Even after a long time, Yeon-hee cried. Sook-hee, with a strange thought, "Unnie, wake up." As she shook his shoulder, she saw a bright yellow wild chrysanthemum flower under his knee. For a few days these days, Ok has been absent from school and had no time to open her eyes to take care of Bong-jun's illness day and night. However, the condition went deeper and deeper without any reward. Whether to eat breakfast or not, Han-ok took Yeong-sil and ran breathlessly. When I entered the room, I went to Bong-jun's side. With his eyes wide open, he raised his eyes and looked at Ok-i, and when he saw Yeong-sil, he suddenly opened his eyes wide. "Sookhee!" I suddenly woke up. So he looked at him with a piercing stare.

I closed my eyes and pretended not to know for months because I thought it would not be possible to dedicate Jeongjo, who had been sealed for more than 20 years, to Bong-jun, who has a pretty wife.

However, has Okmae reached this point now. Did the hot blood of true love flow between Seokgu and Okmae? This is an unexpected question, but I don't think it's that far. Originally, true love cannot be communicated between the two, Seok-gu and Ok-do knew that such a thing, that is, even if they respected each other and admired each other, it seems that there has been little passion for true love. It is not known whether this is rather fortunate for the current situation of the two. If Okmae thought that she could not live without relying on Seokgu because she had a thorough thought of loving Seokgu, she would have lost her mind soon after seeing Seokgu's letter, and it is unknown whether she would have given up her life. However, although their love is not deep and their ideals are not thorough, they can only be said to be lovers. Therefore, although Okmae or Seokgu did not give up their lives due to their insanity or pessimism about the world, he also did not want to grieve and suffer. The recognition of anyone in the world may be the same, but even if it is out of the way for you, if you fail, you will feel resentful and sad. In other words, the fact that Seok-gu became Ok-mae's lover was indeed something that Ok-mae had never dreamed of, but it was difficult for Ok-mae to refuse and give up on the side of Seok-gu. Then, now that I have suffered such a miserable case, Okmae's sadness is not unreasonable.

Seok-gu and Ok-mae, who knew that true love could not work, seem to have had less passionate exchanges.

When Kim didn't stand up with rice in the pot and put the fire alive, her husband Park Yong-rye came in with a blank face in the flood, and looked at her through the kitchen door and said in an unclear voice, "Honey, the teacher is coming tonight. There, a person put it in English and left at dawn, but he came to the lower house this morning, so I got a message that he would leave there when the sun sets today and come here," he said with his hand in the vomit. Mr. Kim stood up from the stand and said, "Oh, it's so cold. How hard will it be for you? I hope nothing happens to you here……." Tears well up. When her husband asked, "Did you give birth to a loom?" Kim said, "How can I give birth to a loom?" There are still ten left. But I'll cut it off. What's that. This time, I grabbed my spinal cord for a long time and knitted it, and it's like a pair of pants and jeogori. I'll make you a dress with that……. But did you finish applying love?" "I tried to apply it, but I saw it when it was on fire." "Why don't you let me stay in the master bedroom?" asks my wife. "Well, there will be five people who will come with me…… The teacher and Haewol teacher give up the room across from each other, let the others be in the main room, and let us be in love with our children," he says, looking at his tearful wife's face asking for consent. My wife washed her tears with dental pus and said, "I thought so, too.……What should I do to make the teacher feel more comfortable?" and blow it again.

Kim, who is in tears, asks how hard the teacher is in the cold, and his wife asks if she should let the teacher stay in the main room.

"Where are you going?" cried Kang Young-gam, and the tailor paused, put one foot on the stairs, took it off, and looked at this side, saying, "It's room 23 on the third floor." There was not much talk on this side, so the clerk went upstairs. Cyrene at twelve cried. The tailor walked past the office and went out, smiling politely as if he had received the order. However, in contrast to him, he came from the shoe store this time. The Yanghwa store clerk, who carried two large trunks behind the bicycle, took off his hat and politely asked for guidance in front of the office. Kang Young-gam replied excitedly. Looking back at Mugyeong as the Yanghwa store clerk went up, he smiled happily, saying, "As my father came, he would make a suit and put up a pair of shoes." Mugyeong holds a pen and only answers, "I guess so." He looked through the unstable situation as if he were analyzing it one by one. "The fact that Si-hyung's father went outside in the bare-headed wind earlier must have been to call a tailor and a tailor." He would have called to call two stores far away from here. He went outside after skipping the phone. Why did he purposely filter the phone out? Why did you go outside on purpose without using the office phone?' After thinking about it so far, Mugyeong paused for a moment and stepped back.

When Kang Young-gam asked where he was going, the tailor said it was room 23 on the third floor and went up.

索In time, he moves his body a little bit, tearing through the funny, grotesque part of his pose. I was preoccupied with thoughts, but it was also cold. It's already the spring equinox, and spring is about to come However, it is a habit of doing azalea flower hair at this time of year, and the cool wind is chilly as the weather has been changing for three days a year. The weather is just like that, and the morning military fire is the color of the guest house of Hangyong student boarding house, which is not well known, so it was more difficult to endure than the seasonal cold in the middle of winter. It's not even Sunday, but it's broad daylight every day, and it seems unnatural that a person sits in the corner of the room of the student' boarding house. But instead, it was a natural background, with two knees crumpled and crumpled, arms folded on top of it, and then his cheeks buried, sitting down, shaking his body back and forth, as if the ball was ice-like and loose, and it was a natural background. That's right now—While Okcho's thoughts became very frequent, the cold energy of her body and limbs came into the grass, and she sat on the ground, not sitting down and having such a hard time...… After sitting in that shape for an hour, I managed to run out of thoughts again, so I wore a lot and slowly raised my head with a swollen face.

Spring is also around the time when toys come, but azalea flower hair is always cold at the end of the coy wind.

As if "I am a person who respects other people's will even for such a small thing," he shows a slight look, and of course, the habit of doing it in such a way that he or she will obey me is coming out from this part. "Hey, you should get that record wrong, you're bored. Kim must like music, too, right? We know the names of Beethoven, Mozart, and Schubert from school, but how can we know their music because they are people whose Joseon songs are wet with ears? Actually, it's so elegant. Play a piece of jazz." From the way the section chief talks, he looks pretty upbeat. The child played the record and brought iced coffee. At this time, the door opened, and the face of the madam, like a glass jar, which was pulled out of the crucible water, appeared. She has a rubber bag in her hand that looks like she had a bath kit. "Hello," said Madame, running in front of the section chief, cheering, and faltering when she saw unfamiliar Young-seop. The woman glanced at Young-seop with her side eyes and sat next to the section chief. "Why didn't you come all the while? Did something good happen to you somewhere else?" Madame seemed quite acquainted with the chief. If it were not for Young-seop, who was unfamiliar, the two seemed to have no faults and were subtle as if they would pamper the section chief. "You're welcome. Do people who are busy and old often go to places like this?" Why do you go around to feel better and relieve stress. By the way, let me introduce you to a good friend of mine. This is the person who is with us, and Kim, now, this madam is the wife of Shali, so say hello." The manager thought that if he exchanged more words with a woman named Shali, he would be embarrassed in front of Young-seop, so he secretly greeted Young-seop, breaking the bond of the uncomfortable conversation. The section chief smiles after finishing his speech.

Madame, with a pot-like face, ran in front of the manager with a rubber bag, glanced at Young-seop with her side eyes, and sat next to the manager.

The sheep lived close to the fungus. Since I grew up serving Gyunjeong since I was young, I know the great man of Gyunjeong. If the acting king had a red prince, it would be useless, but if he did not, Yang firmly believes that Gyunjeong is the most suitable person for succession. Personality, personality - One of the seats to inherit this resignation for nearly a thousand years, so it is a big deal if you decide to neglect it. As Yang knows well, Gyunjeong is a person who lacks everything. In addition, Kim Je-ryung, a person who would climb there in a natural order if Gyunjeong did not take the place, was weak and a little timid. It wasn't enough to be a king. If there is no one named Gyunjeong, and Jereungdan is alone, it is inevitable to live alone, but there is a great suitable person named Gyunjeong, so why bring the lacking person above. That would be a national disaster. In order to prevent such a mysterious incident in advance, Yang-eun rushed to Seoul, where she was in the midst of national affairs. After running, he pushed Gyunjeong, who was a little hesitant, into Jeokpangung Palace. The soldiers of the family were crowned. As things turned out like this, his competitor Pa didn't stay still. The troops were released to encircle the enemy's palace. Yang made a miscalculation here. It was believed that if Gyunjeong was brought to the palace and commanded by the king, things would go smoothly afterwards. If you disobey the king's orders, it's treason…. For this reason, the process of accession was carried out first without sufficient military preparation.

Yang grew up with Gyunjeong and firmly believes that Gyunjeong is the most suitable person for the succession king as he is a person who is not lacking in any way.