I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 289



[Episode 289] Samcheonpo

It has been raining hard for several days so it is not surprising that the soft ground of the mountain collapsed in one place.

Fortunately it was a sound I heard from far away but it was true that I felt uneasy afterwards.

Are you okay here?

It won’t just fall apart right?

But there is no other way.

In ancient times night was nothing but darkness without any light source other than the moonlight.

The only lighting an individual can carry is a torch or a lantern so on a night with heavy rain even that is completely helpless.

Therefore you cannot go down the mountain at night and there is no guarantee that it will be safe if you do so.

It would be safer at the top of the mountain.

At least you didn’t build a mountain house on a place that was about to collapse right? Even if they are ignorant bandits?

After making his decision Cheong headed inside the mountain lodge.

Should I say it’s under a huge roof?

Under a roof built without walls the entrance to a building with a large bonfire lit on one side is clearly visible.

It is only natural that bandits would not sleep on the ground in a shelter with only the roof raised.

So is it a bandit? Just a barbarian.

hmm? I guess it’s a barbarian.

Anyway the way to find the best room was obvious so all I had to do was follow the hallway and find the fanciest door.

Basically the more authorityless people are the more they cling to authority so at the end of the hallway there is a large door decorated in gold and red with a lantern hanging saying ‘I’m here. This is the room that the big man uses.’ and reveals its presence.

In any case since it was not my house and I was not a guest Cheong who had both hands sealed to Seoliri kicked the door with a bold movement.

When the sole hits the flesh accurately the door collapses like a drawbridge revealing the inside.

And inside –

“madam. “The smell of a widower…”

There is a lot of contempt for Cheong’s one and only beauty.

As soon as I knocked down the door I felt like my nose was going to run out from the strong smell of a widower.

At least the bed looks good.

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It’s wide tall and high so you can see it’s a luxurious bed but it’s also made of silk. hmm.

The feeling that it was a high-quality product suitable for the bed remained and the color changed to yellow from the center to the end of the bed. As I got closer I realized that the source of this strong strong widower’s smell was the blanket that had been roughly lumped together with the bed and thrown away.

When Cheong lifted up the blanket and spread it out he suddenly smelled something similar to a chestnut flower but much more fishy and unpleasant with a damp smell.

Oh it’s dirty it’s dirty.

This is a blanket a rag.

Cheong carefully put down Seoliri and picked up the blanket and wrapped it around Seoliri.

The child who was in such rags and got drenched in the rain had to maintain his body temperature first.

Seoliri turns her head with difficulty and follows Cheong with her big eyes.

“smell….”

“What if it smells a bit like that? Well no matter how dirty it is it’s a blanket so why would you pee on it? At best the bandit leader sheds a lot of sweat and saliva. Well that much. “I just limped a little bit.”

Cheong’s expression was bitter as he said that.

It’s not that it’s not true but after saying it out loud it was more creepy and dirty than I thought.

Seoliri whose eyes were wide with tears was startled and tried to squirm but then frowned making a painful groan.

“Look. Even though I’m not feeling well. I’m waiting for you. “I’m bringing a change of clothes no I’m bringing a change of clothes.”

I’m so desperate to get out of this smelly space as quickly as possible that I’m at a loss for words.

Cheong who was heading back to the carriage suddenly looked outside.

“This damn rain is really pouring down.”

This was the first time in five years that we had seen such endless rain.

Well around the fifth year it was time to experience heavy rain.

But do you think the master is still alive?

Since my clothes were wet anyway I went off the roof toward the puddle where Cheong had roughly thrown.

Strong raindrops hitting your face with a cool sound.

I saw three corpses with missing limbs lying among them and a young master foaming at the mouth.

A little over 300 points of bad karma are reflected. Wow I’m still alive.

Maybe it’s because he’s a bad guy but his strings are tough.

However even if the name of the world was in front of me right now it would be difficult to live.

If I thought I could survive in the first place I wouldn’t have thrown it so it was just a hassle to finish it on a whim but it wasn’t neglect telling me to live if I live and die if I die.

what. It’s insignificant.

Cheong who lost interest turned around.

After taking his clothes from the carriage and rushing back inside Cheong kicked down every door he could see and looked inside.

No matter how high-quality the bed is it is so dirty and smells like a widower’s smell not like any other so I feel like my lungs are being polluted so I just can’t sleep there.

However if the boss is like that what difference does it make if it is in a different room?

In fact it was to the point of saying that the boss’s room that he shared alone was better but the rooms that were shared by several guys who didn’t wash were worse at best wow.

Then I came out to the kitchen and looked at the ingredients. Luckily I think I’ll be able to eat a big breakfast. hmm? what?

There is another side door inside the food warehouse.

It was locked tightly so Cheong pretended to be a barbarian again and kicked it.

“evil.”

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Basically when you kick something the more the object is shattered the less impact it receives on your body.

On the other hand if the target is fine the impact of the kick will come back intact so Cheong frowned at his throbbing ankle.

what? Looks like a piece of metal?

Cheong’s eyes lit up when he saw a lock the size of two fists on the door.

Come. Did you hear something good? treasure house?

The lock was strong but the iron ring attached to it was not. When Cheong grabbed the lock and turned it the iron ring twisted and fell off.

So the stairs leading to the basement were revealed so I went down with a lantern and was like wow.

The entire small warehouse is glistening with yellowish brilliance like gold!

Cheong held in his hand a gold ingot called a golden crown.

Originally gold was a very heavy object compared to its volume so its precious weight felt heavy in the hand.

ah. This is why there were two peak peaks.

A rough count of the number of gold bars was over forty crowns so this was a huge amount of money that the two Chojeoljeongs had to protect.

and. these guys.

Did you collect this much gold by stealing?

How much did you tell me?

Cheong regretted it later.

They said they shouldn’t have killed him gracefully.

Even though it was called banditry I thought they were doing it to make ends meet and make a living.

It’s a completely criminal enterprise. Very bastards.

Anyway he was in the wrong today.

If you want to sleep on the street it’s okay to sleep but if you drag a woman into that black guy’s sweat and spit it’s disgusting really.

I can’t sleep on a bed that’s so filthy and besides I’m not really tired just because I haven’t slept in a day.

I’m going to let Sojeo who is sick sleep there and then I’ll take a good look at the bandits’ den.

When I returned to the smell room Seoliri was making a soft cute snoring sound.

Now I see that it’s not because I have a cold but because I tend to snore a little.

“Seol Sojeo. Change your clothes and sleep. “I’m going to catch a cold again.”

“yes…”

He seemed to be the type of person to answer when you talk to him in his sleep but he answered while snoring loudly.

Then Cheong unwraps the blanket wrapped around him and smells…

Clothes that are wet and damp cannot be taken off easily. The child is droopy and half-asleep and if you raise his hand he won’t respond by saying yes but is just in a state of fainting.

When it’s difficult to breathe because of the smell I wonder what kind of effort I’m putting in at this time of night having to take off my wet clothes wipe my body with cotton and even change into dry clothes.

Not a kid really. It’s of no use.

—-

As a result of Cheong’s search of the living quarters last night in addition to gold bars he was able to find a reasonable amount of money weapons that could be sold as scrap metal and several books of secret value.

However among them there are only two blue ones that are included in the martial arts window and the rest are the Great Power Sepulcher Art and the Light Dragon Sword Art Eight Bucheon Janggon and although the name is very grand there is no reaction even if you touch it unfold it or look at it.

This meant that it was not a proper salary.

Well what can bandits believe in to teach good martial arts to their subordinates?

Most likely they created a flaw by leaving out a key part or twisting the luck somewhere.

They moved all the gold bars into the wagon luggage compartment and piled up a lot of weapons to sell as scrap metal to serve as camouflage.

And then because it was still the middle of the night Cheong went into the carriage and spent some time covering himself with a blanket.

I may or may not have dozed off.

And then it is morning.

In the morning the rain lessened became drizzled and thick and the dark clouds that had been blocking the sky disappeared a bit so even though it was cloudy it felt like the day was bright.

ah. Wasn’t there a landslide last night?

Cheong puts on his hat and jumps up onto the watchtower which he didn’t even know existed last night and looks down the mountain.

ah. I guess it wasn’t a landslide.

Perhaps it was a strategic decision but trees were placed so that one could clearly see down from the top of the watchtower.

So while the mountain path up the mountain was clearly visible and the bottom of the ridge could be seen there was a terrible scene at the bottom of the mountain that appeared through the morning mist.

It was a flood not a landslide.

The tributary of the Yellow River flowing south of Gamsan overflowed.

It is literally a barren field with yellow mud and fallen trees forming a thick band from the east to the west all the way to the end of the field of view blocking the ridge.

If it was down there…

Afterwards I realized that if the driver hadn’t dragged me alive I would have been caught up in it.

The road ran right next to the river below Gamsan Mountain so no matter how hard I looked for traces of it I couldn’t see a single pebble on the road.

Mr. coachman. It had such a big meaning.

I didn’t even know that…

Since I did one good thing before I died maybe King Yeomra will shorten my sentence by a little.

Cheong is not good at cooking but that doesn’t mean he can’t cook.

Actually Cheong’s tastes aren’t that picky.

It’s not that I’m not picky it’s that I’m the type of person who doesn’t have a particular tongue so I rush into whatever I eat thinking it’s delicious and worth eating.

And it is difficult for this type to cook well.

However Cheong also had an amazing memory of the taste of the various ingredients he ate.

As a result dishes that are roughly stir-fried in oil in an iron pot turn out to be edible.

In the pot I put dried meat roughly chopped down all the weeds poured rice and barley water all at once and brought it to a boil making a large pot of porridge.

“Seol Sojeo? Stop sleeping and eat breakfast. I have to go down slowly. “Because I prepared porridge.”

“porridge.”

Seoliri who opened her eyes at the sound of porridge tried to get up but fell back into the bed.

“Seol Sojeo? are you okay?”

“yes.”

They keep saying it’s okay.

Yesterday when I cleaned my body I saw that there were black bruises all over my body.

It was difficult to find skin color on the entire back shoulders arms and outside of the legs but the inside of the torso and the inside of the arms and legs were fine and white.

This means that he could not fight back and just curled up in a circle and continued to be beaten.

So you won’t get bone disease all over your body.

No the unmanned person has to counterattack.

If you’re imitating a bean bug doesn’t that mean you have no choice but to be beaten until you die?

So grab your hair and drag me.

My skills are poor and my attitude is terrible.

Just her real face….

“Can’t I stand? “Can you listen?”

“no.”

Seoliri said that and with great difficulty he barely managed to get up hanging here and there slowly and with difficulty like an old man who was about to die.

Then he sticks to the wall and follows with his hands barely able to take one step at a time.

Cheong also had no intention of hugging someone he didn’t like so he just slowly took the lead.

So eat a big breakfast.

And then we have to leave.

“Can you drive the carriage?”

“I will.”

“No if you do something wrong you’ll end up getting along well. “It’s not a question of whether you can do it or not but can you or can’t you?”

Seoliri bit her lip.

What kind of carriage would a bitch with low spirits but whose spoon trembles as she scoops up porridge drive a carriage?

As Cheong’s eyes narrowed Seoliri gave a different answer.

“I’ll let you know.”

“What? “Driving a carriage?”

“yes.”

“If I tell you that will it be done all at once?”

“It’s easy.”

Cheong likes living evildoers but does not like dead flesh and bones.

There was no way he could remain in the living mess which was a mess with only corpses.

So my first experience as a Qing coachman!

It’s surprisingly easy.

As expected horses also have eyes.

Moreover horses are very timid creatures.

Since creatures with eyes are very timid they are aware of obstacles and if damage is considered dangerous the horse will first refuse and will never try to go.

The reason why war horses are so expensive is because it is very difficult to train such a timid animal to charge at the enemy.

madam. Being a coachman was really a very raw job.

That was natural.

The reason that being a coachman is considered one of the five most menial jobs in the world is that it is an easy job that anyone can do.

Of course it takes a lot of skill to drive at high speed check the road conditions and drive comfortably but if the only purpose is to pull the carriage the horse will pull it on its own just fine as long as anyone holds the reins.

Horses also prefer to walk on well-paved solid roads rather than among bushes or trees.

The road was slippery and downhill.

However since the mountain village was a base for carriages to go up and down it was possible to go down the winding gentle slope.

The wheels kept getting stuck in the mud.

But here were the human transcendental transcendental Yeo Hang-jeok and the human geojunggi Seo Mun-cheong.

If it falls off while driving the carriage you push it out return to the driver’s seat look at the horse’s butt and then it falls out again.

They said the horse was smart and it was indeed so.

As soon as the carriage pulls out it stops turns its head and looks at Cheong.

As if he was asking me why I wouldn’t get out of the car quickly.

After that a tantrum creeps in.

No what kind of trouble is this?

Seolhwa: Knowing how to drive a carriage was my only advantage other than my face but now I’m doing it all. do.