I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 117



[Episode 117] Water knows the answer.

The greatest building in Chinese history.

This is exactly what Tao Gang-an said.

This building which was built approximately 250 BC was literally carved out of a mountain to create a waterway.

What tools did they have in those ancient times?

By simply attaching a furnace close to a cliff heating the bedrock and then breaking it down a primitive method was used to create a new river that did not exist in nature.

The farmland created in this way was equivalent to 25000 sports stadiums based on the Qing Dynasty’s hometown.

The land of Sacheon which was originally a wet hot and lush jungle was transformed into a honey land capable of embracing the world.

Cheong roughly listened to the proud explanation with one ear and let it go with the other.

You have to come from a hometown.

In my hometown I was already well-versed in controlling waterways.

People are talking about how great it is that they managed to divide a waterway and build a dam.

Rather the cuisine of the world’s best chef was amazing.

The taste was as great as Suksu’s conviction.

In other words it means that it was a huge meal.

Thanks to this I feel drowsy after eating. It would be nice to just sleep or take a nap.

Why should I make such a fuss about the introduction of a few exotic fish species?

Dogangeon which I arrived at while dozing off like that was just a beautiful waterfront.

The places where stakes are driven nets are set and tents are set up above are all fish farms.

Considering the farming techniques of primitive ancient and barbaric China it was possible to farm fish by keeping them confined to this level and feeding them.

The group inspected the dogs one by one from the nearest one.

“Oh my Nari. “My grandfather drove in this pile and my father and I managed it and raised it to this point.”

“So what about the permit?”

Tang Nan-er was firing vigorously when he caught a glimpse of Peng Chu-ryeo.

It is a strange phenomenon that when Peng Cho-ryeo is in sight both rudeness and politeness rise together.

“That is….”

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The fisherman trailed off.

That’s right.

Isn’t this the case even in a world where the rule of law was established through the enactment of the Qing Dynasty’s hometown?

It was a place full of subhuman parasites with no conscience claiming ownership without any foundation while plowing flats in every valley.

The Chinese people were extremely uncivilized much less the successors of the great Huan Empire.

The basic sentiment of Jungwon people is that they can do anything as long as they don’t get caught.

This was the most fundamental way of thinking of the Chinese people that was passed down from ancestors to future generations and passed on to their children and continued into the future.

So permission for the fish farm?

The person who receives something like that is an asshole and an idiot.

“No not this lowly bastard. Hey shouldn’t we report this to our party and ask for protection? “How are you going to be protected if something happens?”

They said that if you are going to do business you have to pay a protection fee.

This was the way of the martial arts people.

Should I learn martial arts and start farming?

A better and easier way is to take it from the farmer.

Isn’t it a good and convenient way for everyone to use their energy and learn martial arts?

Of course it is not my intention to criticize the martial arts people.

This is the way of mankind; the history of man has been such that those who have have preyed on those who have not.

Whether it’s a fist a system or a blow from wealth.

The fisherman was in tears.

“that. “It’s not a very profitable business.”

“is it so? Then there is nothing we can do. “I wonder if other fish farms will receive protection or not…”

Only then did the fisherman realize that there was no other way.

When other fish farms raised a dispute those who were riding on the power of the party had to simply give in.

If you rebel for no reason the party warriors will come.

Still this is because the party is a just and prestigious political faction that properly pays for the protection money it receives.

Since it was not reported to the government office it is obvious that the government will not be involved.

“I will take it! Of course we have to ask for protection from our party’s charlatans!”

“great. When the Danga warrior stops by later settle the bill and receive the flag. Before that it would be enough to say that detoxification of sea fish was guaranteed.”

Cheong looked at that and thought.

Wow good business.

It is still different from the pedestal.

Maybe it’s because I saw the doctor’s appointment scene in the morning but I think he looks smart.

Even if you look like that you are an Oriental medicine doctor!

Jayu alone looked uncomfortable.

And since freedom is king I don’t particularly tolerate discomfort.

“The crown is proud but some private group is taking advantage.”

Cheong burst into laughter at that sigh.

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“I haven’t seen the coffin work. “What’s different?”

As a result of the Qing’s objective observation of numbers the bad karma of those who were said to be affiliated with the government was much higher than that of the martial arts people.

This may be because the martial faction members of the political faction catch thieves and gangsters as much as they receive the protection tax and they quickly beat up any easy-going Madou they see.

In fact it is the political faction the martial arts faction that protects the security of the central plains.

Wasn’t it like that when I remembered the time I was drifting on a boat?

It was not a government official but the corrupt behavior of the official’s son.

Jayu kept his mouth shut.

Cheong laughed heartily.

“look. “Aren’t you embarrassed even after talking about it?”

“…not all government officials are corrupt.”

“Sacheon was pretty good. “Forty million.”

To be precise the party conquered the golden jade fish farms in Sichuan Danga one by one.

In the meantime the Qing did not feel sorry for the fisherman.

This is because Cheongdo now knows how the world is going with a decent unmanned person in his 4th year at Jungwon.

Since I am a martial artist and I know how to poison sea fish if there was a guy with a sprained eye I would immediately attack him with a bamboo spear.

The fishermen are not good fish farm owners but street vendors operating illegally.

The left bank is now almost finished.

In fact the higher you go the worse the neck becomes because the food used in the food flows down.

Therefore the growth should gradually decrease as you go up and in this fish farm the stakes were extended far and the planks were extended far apart.

As soon as the fisherman who was fishing his net on the other side saw Cheong’s group he began to approach at a slow pace.

“Oh.”

While Cheong was frowning the triumphant Tang Nan-ah stepped forward again.

As he passed through the tent he became more and more proud and now he was almost like a prince of the world.

“Hey Mr. Fisherman. “Who got permission to fill out the form here?”

“I’m sorry about that but this is a business approved by Chamui.”

“Did you know I would do that? “What?”

“This is a business that has been approved by the Chief of Staff so if this has been reported to the Superintendent…”

The fisherman said craning his neck and looking at me.

“ah. “I was wondering where that fat guy keeps asking me for money.”

Dannan frowned.

Chamui is the right arm of Pojeongsa Temple in Sacheon.

The Sacheon Baojeongsa was the final person in charge of provincial affairs excluding military affairs in Sacheon (modern expression: provincial governor) so the Chamui was the second-in-command to the Sichuan civil servants.

It is said that with the arrival of the pro-king government the ranks of public officials including Baojeongsa were pushed down three levels.

“If I have to show you the permit…”

“No it’s okay.”

There was no need to touch it and pretend that it was true.

It was when Tang Nan-ah was about to retreat.

Before I knew it Cheong came next to me and gave me a scolding.

“Dang sojeo. “You didn’t come here to collect money?”

Before we know it Oyang-geu has taken a backseat and is only focused on selling the Sunjeon flag.

Tangnan’s earlobes turned red.

“right. No. Because I know too right? Look. Since the protection fee has been covered it would be okay to take a look inside right? “It seems like someone is growing a large amount of Oyanggi.”

“You mean Oyang right? “Who would say that!”

As the fisherman said ‘who’ the fisherman stretched out his hand.

A colorful beam of light extended its long tail and rushed into Tang Nan’er’s face.

And there was a beautiful hand blocking the way.

As the fisherman’s evil deeds were unusual Cheong who had quietly approached and settled down stretched out his hand.

Something penetrated between my index and middle fingers.

I checked and there was one ticket.

Cheong suddenly grabbed the pyodo with two fingers and exclaimed in admiration.

“oh. “You think it’s kind of cool?”

“Shut it!”

It seems like he was probably trying to yell at me to hit him.

The incident ended with a scream as the bullet got lodged deep in my shoulder.

Cheong struck the fisherman’s dantian.

He grabbed the neck of the upper body that was lying down and made a hole under the vocal cords with his thumb.

At the same time hold your free arm and make a large rotation toward your back.

The feeling of the shoulder joint falling out.

The feeling of liberation as if something loose is falling away in one fell swoop is exquisite.

As I was throwing it away I turned it around some more and it felt like the tendon was torn and a fish was hitting the bait.

Cheong smiled brightly put the man on the ground and stepped on the middle of the backboard.

The man’s lower body which had been shaking as his vertebrae were crushed immediately stopped moving and went limp.

There was a hole under my vocal cords so I couldn’t even scream and all I could hear was the harsh sound of the wind blowing in and out.

ah! This is it.

After all the best thing is to destroy the bad guy.

The Jungwon people’s mindset of not getting caught was different from other races in that it was ‘just eliminate witnesses’ rather than ‘just do it secretly’.

They are the ones who kill everyone and silence them if they make a mistake. Looking at this evil deed I think they must have buried quite a few people.

“Are you okay?” “I think you were very surprised.”

“iced coffee. yes…”

Tang Nan-ah who had been frozen in a daze finally regained focus.

“Huh! “I could have handled it well without your help right?”

“okay. “It was kind of cool to get the commendation wasn’t it?”

“That’s not a little bit. It wasn’t cool at all! And that’s not a commendation it’s a ticket right?”

Tang Nan-ah unconsciously agreed and then screamed.

“Okay okay. Let’s say so.”

“what! “That’s not to say that.”

“huh? “I think he’s about to die.”

Cheong spoke as if he were seeing a bug.

“You didn’t cause any fatal wounds? “Did you have a lot of experience involved when you stepped on it?”

When Cheong turned over with his tiptoe he saw that black blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth and his eyes had been rolled back.

Tang Nan-ah quickly grabbed Cheong’s wrist and pulled him towards me.

“Step back. “It’s poison it’s poison.”

Then with the tip of a knife he slashed the patient’s clothing that had the symbol of his shoulder dance on it.

Black blood from the poisonous body welled up.

It was the moment when Tang Nan-ah’s expression hardened at the unusual detail.

Beep!

A violent flute sound rang out.