I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 167



[Episode 167] Do you know this beggar?

As I waited in front of the door next to the entrance without being intrusive Jeomsoi quickly handed me a tray.

There were six dumpling buns one soup and a large bowl of refreshing liquor.

Even if it is outside of meal time it can be said to be a great act of hospitality.

“Wow thank you. May you be blessed.”

“Hmm. “Let’s eat quickly and leave.”

He sat down with his big butt on the ground in a corner where he couldn’t be bothered and started eating.

First I unpacked the beef jerky I had in my bag dropped it into the soup and quickly took a sip from the alcohol I had poured into the bowl.

The sour and slightly spoiled liquor seeped into the empty space stinging and flames erupted.

“Hey it’s good. The people here are also very nice. “I shouldn’t come here often.”

You should only go to friendly stores occasionally.

This is because if beggars frequent people’s feelings become bad.

They even included a large chunk of radish in the soup which was amazing.

As for the dumpling bread no matter where you go in Jungwon it tastes the same: soft bland and dry.

If it wasn’t moldy it would taste the same as a fly spot or the best restaurant in town.

While chewing the dumplings slowly Cheong thought to himself as he mechanically moved his chin saying “A 1-ounce dumpling has no taste at all so you have to keep chewing it slowly to make it a little sweeter.”

In fact even now I could knock on the door of the political faction in the city and receive the utmost sincerity in Master’s name.

Even if that weren’t the case it wouldn’t be a problem if I used my strength to help out with carpentry or something as long as I was able to eat well for three meals.

But then a bounty is placed! And if someone attacked there was a high possibility that innocent people would suffer harm.

I was just in a situation where I felt bad about becoming friends with anyone.

Cheong was the highest authority and it was not enough to treat him with the status of a scholar for his dastardly tricks so he knew very well that he would have no choice but to step forward if someone else took an innocent person hostage.

So what. Why not just live as a beggar?

Anyway the martial arts competition lasts less than two months.

Living as a beggar was sad when I was incapable and clueless but now I was worried that I would be too bored.

After finishing his meal Cheong got up and started preparing for life as a beggar.

First change into the clothes the sword thief gave you.

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The width is generous but the sleeves and trousers are a bit short.

I went to the laundromat washed my uniform hung it on the communal clothesline stopped by a dry goods store bought the cheapest cotton cloth and wrapped it around my pants from my feet and ankles to my calves.

This was the famous beggar’s foot wrap.

If this happens preparations for life as a beggar are over.

It may seem too simple but what great preparations are needed to live as a beggar?

Living without it meant becoming a beggar.

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Ten days passed by in an instant.

The appearance of a female beggar whom they had never seen before even carrying two knives made the city people wary and suspicious at first.

However since it was harmless and was just spreading around without doing anything special the vigilance quickly faded.

When asked if a beggar holding two swords is strange or not he says ‘Well I guess it’s not strange at all.’ An ambiguous answer will come back.

Because the original orthodox beggar dual-wields a wand.

The most traditional way of begging is to stand in front of the front door of someone’s house bang the stick in both hands and sing to the beat.

The lyrics vary depending on the region but they are usually about not leaving until you give me food.

It was also a method that cannot be done these days.

This is an era where sticks are flying instead of rice. It’s not that you won’t go but you can go to the next world forever.

So now this traditional method of begging is something that can only be seen at banquet halls celebrating good things.

Meanwhile this essential item for beggars which functioned as a cane self-defense weapon and percussion instrument was called a batting stick because it was used to beat dogs.

You may be wondering what kind of animal cruelty ignorant name this is.

However the person who gave it the name Tagubong was none other than Confucius the father of Chinese philosophy.

To summarize very briefly it was like this.

Pandan asked Confucius.

…What should I do if I go begging and the landlord has a big dog?

Confucius dare! He answered angrily.

Then beat up the dog! do.

And the beggars who were famous for their martial arts skills using this baton were none other than Gyeongjae.

The birthplace of openness was Gaebong and Jangwon-si a city close to Gaebong was completely dominated by beggars.

And finally the vicious territorial nature of the beggars reached the Qing as well… Man.

“ah. knot. You are open people. How are you Grandpa Nugok? “For some reason I am acting like a beggar for the time being so please understand.”

“ah. Do you know the ruling elder? “How do you know each other?”

“I can’t tell you for some reason but are you coming to this martial arts competition? “I’ll say hello then.”

“ah. yes. Then have a nice beggar life.”

Buntaju of the Samgyeolgae Manor of Openness said so and retreated.

It was ‘We are who we are’ by the political faction Moorim.

If it turns out to be false later it is not too late to let go of the stick bath.

However if you touch someone for no reason even though you really know each other you could end up in trouble.

So the one who believes is unconditionally at the advantage.

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First of all I have no choice but to put out a message in the bulletin board that there is a female beggar who claims to know the head elder and to call the public and ask them not to pay attention or talk to him for no reason.

Besides there are now precious guests passing by before the Moorim competition so there is nothing good about making a fuss.

“Okay. After all he is a member of the midfielder’s network.”

Cheong was preparing for a battle with beggars but he had no idea that selling a familiar name would lead to a clean sweep.

Only in this way did the hardships of the past become unfair.

Since no one touched him he half-asleep on the ground during the day when the sun was shining pretending to beg.

As a result at night it’s all buzzing and there’s nothing to do.

Moreover after lying down all day my body became stiff and achy here and there.

Eventually Cheong unable to bear the boredom began training in the middle of the night.

If I had nothing to worry about would I have been swinging a knife in the middle of the night and making a fuss?

The days of sleeping during the day and training at night continued like that.

It can be said that he is living a more sincere life as a warrior than when he was enjoying luxury as a martial arts woman.

Twenty-five days have passed in March and I’m starting to wonder if my thick cotton clothes are a little hot.

Still it was chilly at night so it was perfect weather for training.

Today too I was pretending to be a corpse on top of the straw that I had gotten from two of my friends.

The sound of light footsteps got closer and stopped right in front of me.

Cheong checked the guest with half-hearted eyes.

A little boy who looked to be about ten years old was looking down at Cheong as if he were looking at a strange animal.

Anyone can tell that he is from a rich family as he wears nice-looking clothes and has a cute face.

He has a sword on his waist so he appears to be a samurai kid.

what. Since the Moorim competition is just around the corner I think this is a child that the family going to the movie theater will take with them.

I found out that the release date is coming soon.

Well so it has nothing to do with me.

It was time for Cheong to close his eyes again.

“hey.”

“why.”

Cheong answered half-heartedly with his eyes closed.

“You know what.”

“I don’t have any so I won’t go away.”

“I just wanted to ask you something…”

The child spoke in a depressed voice.

To be honest I felt a bit pitiful.

IC. They say I’m weak-hearted and that’s why.

No matter what it was a weak request for a child.

Cheong sat up and scratched his head.

“What is it?”

“ah. You know. “Your sister is a female beggar right?”

“You wouldn’t know it if you saw it?”

“Then you must be a dirty whore? “Right?”

“…?”

Cheong’s eyes narrowed.

what?

It was cute so I tried to talk to it a little bit.

What insults fly in your face?

Of course Cheong did not tolerate insults.

“Little one haven’t you heard that you have no love? “When I look at it it looks like my mother isn’t there.”

“oh.”

The child’s eyes doubled in size and turned round in surprise.

“How did you know? “My mother died while giving birth to me.”

“ah. “Is that so?”

Cheong answered indifferently.

Even so I don’t feel sorry for the bastard who suddenly fucks me like a whore right in front of my face.

“If you’ve done your business will you please leave now?”

“That… this…”

The little boy held out a large golden ruler with his thin hand.

what? Is this a sign of sudden reconciliation?

Well if it’s this much sincerity you should be generous like an adult.

It was too much money to refuse.

When Cheong accepted the child asked with his typical bright smile.

“Then can I suck your breasts now?”

Tendons protruded from Cheong’s forehead.

“Little one. I don’t know how the hell I received home education so I’m already at a loss. hey. Where did you learn this from? Where did you learn all the bad things from and now you want to fight me? “Can’t you see I’m wearing a sword right now?”

“uh? “It’s not that…”

“No what?”

The child said with tears in his eyes.

“They say prostitutes will let you do whatever you want if you put a finger on them so…”

“No who said that? There are things you can and cannot say to your child. I immediately went to my mom and said “Oh I don’t have a mom.” Go tell your dad. “Someone taught you how to suck a whore’s tits.”

“I didn’t teach you but I heard the porters say it. He said he was going to suck a prostitute’s breasts. Oh is it because it’s Geumja? “If I give it to you as a hermit…”

“I don’t know if this is stupid or naive. No that’s why I’m not naive when I see that you came here to suck my breasts. Are those porters doing that again? “Are all female beggars dirty whores?”

“Warrior Baek said that. “They say you shouldn’t go near all female beggars because they are dirty prostitutes…”

“What’s wrong with Warrior Baek? Let’s organize it. So you’re saying that Baek Musa said that female beggars are prostitutes and that the porters will let you suck prostitutes’ breasts for money?”

“To be exact they said they would let you do whatever you want like biting sucking or kneading rice cake.”

“And you want to suck on tits.”

“that is.”

The child blushed.

“I heard the Chanmo ladies talking about how their sons massage their mothers’ breasts until they are over ten years old.”

“Then you too to your mother. ah. I said there wasn’t any. so?”

“So another lady said that even very young male cubs can’t forget the taste of breasts so they search for them all their lives. I’m really curious about what that taste is but since I don’t have a mother…”

Cheong frowned in bewilderment.

“Why is it that every corner of this bastard’s house is talking without knowing what to say and what not to say? “A house with children.”

This is why families with children had to be careful about what they said.

What on earth does a child learn from?

But after listening to it again it was quite fun.

Cheong asked again in a more gentle tone.

“Anything else you picked up?”

“Umm… when I touch my breasts? Do not touch the top but gently scrape the area around it. If there is a flood then pop it! They also said that if you do this you will go to paradise. What is flood and what is faba bag? Why do you go to paradise? “Aren’t good people going to die?”

“hmm. I can’t teach you that. Yeah and again? “Did you hear anything else?”

“ah! And again…”

All kinds of obscenities poured out of the child’s mouth.

Cheong who likes dirty stories continued to tell the story again and again until the child could think of nothing more.

“I think that’s it.”

“hmm. okay. I heard you well. By the way did he just say that in front of you?”

“Well… no… I was wandering around because there was a secret passageway and… I learned that eavesdropping is a bad thing… but you were talking so interestingly…”

Originally I was going to tell you to go to your dad and tell him the exact same story I just told you.

But now I see that the servants were not particularly careless.

I heard you overheard it in a secret passage. How come?

Men can talk about dirty things while working.

Who would have thought that you the master would be eavesdropping on this from a secret passage?

It’s a bit harsh to give up eating because of that.

But why does he always go around the house eavesdropping on what others are saying?

It was time for Cheong to think like that.

The child clapped his hands as if he suddenly remembered something and introduced himself.

“ah. right. “I’m Mo Yong-jun.”

“Moyong? Moyongse? Is that Moyongse? Where did it say…”

“If it is the Moyong family of Liaoning it is our family.”

“ah! okay. that’s right. Liaoning Province.”

Cheongdo Now the five generations know at least the last name.

I know where it is when I hear it.

Well it wasn’t just a young master.

He was a very well-to-do master.

“I um. “He’s just a beggar.”

Cheong who had no intention of becoming friends due to the circumstances spoke around.

It may take a genius tracking master or a master detective assassin but wouldn’t it be a big deal if the noble master of the house were to get caught up in it?

Then Mo Yongjun smiled brightly and said.

“So can I suck your breasts now?”