Siapa pemegang hukou (4)
Sebuah penginapan besar di dekat Danau Dongjeong.
Penginapan dengan papan nama "Cawan Tamu Pungwol" ini adalah salah satu kamar tamu terkenal di Danau Dongjeong.
Dan tempat itu saat ini disewa oleh keluarga Huangbo.
Tiba-tiba, dua ratus orang datang ke Zheng Mu Meng, dan tidak ada tempat di gedung Meng untuk menampung mereka.
Di antara mereka, lantai atas Cawan Tamu Pungwol digunakan sebagai tempat berkumpulnya keluarga langsung keluarga Huangbo.
Memanfaatkan cahaya bulan yang terpantul di Danau Dongjing melalui jendela Cawan Tamu Pungwol, Huang Boak mengangkat gelas anggurnya.
"Hahaha... Nak, bagaimana pelatihan di Liga Politik?"
Menanggapi pertanyaan Abi, Hwang Bo-tae mengangkat gelas anggur yang telah dituangkan Abi untuknya.
'Baiklah... Apakah aku pernah menyebutkan bahwa alkohol buruk untuk ototmu?'
Secara alami, setelah pelatihan hari ini, dia mengingat peringatan yang diberikan Kwon Ze kepadanya.
'Aku tidak pernah punya masalah minum sejak kecil, jadi tidak masalah kan?'
Dia segera melupakan peringatan itu dan menyesap minumannya.
Saat energi menyebar melalui tubuhnya yang lelah setelah berlatih hingga batasnya, dia merasa seperti mabuk lebih cepat dari biasanya.
"Itu jauh lebih sulit dari yang kukira, Ayah... Hahaha..."
Dia tertawa lepas dan menceritakan tentang pelatihan yang terjadi hari ini.
"Apa!!!! Dia mendiskriminasikan kita!"
Melihat Abi tiba-tiba marah setelah minum dengan senang hati, Hwang Bo Tae menuangkan minuman ke gelas Abi dan berkata,
"Itu yang kupikirkan pada awalnya, tapi kurasa aku salah..."
Dia menjelaskan bahwa Kwon telah melatih pada tingkat yang sama dengan mereka, dan bahkan menjalani pelatihan yang terlalu sulit untuk mereka tiru.
"Hahaha... Aku pikir aku tidak bisa melakukannya dengan paksaan, tapi ternyata aku seperti katak dalam sumur."
Melihat putranya tersenyum polos dan menjelaskan, Hwang Boak merasakan perasaan yang aneh.
Ketika mendengarnya, rasanya benar-benar seperti dia telah mengajari para pemuda Sega bagaimana menghadapi dunia luar.
Tapi dia merasa tidak enak.
Alasan terbesarnya adalah kejujuran Hwang Bo-tae.
'Kau pikir dia lebih kuat dariku?'
Itu adalah kesan yang diucapkan Hwang Bo-tae tanpa berpikir, tapi itu adalah pukulan aneh pada harga diri Hwang Bo-ak, yang lahir dari keluarga pedagang dan membanggakan kekuatannya dalam kehidupan sehari-hari.
Tepat pada saat itu, seorang pria paruh baya yang diam-diam mendengarkan cerita dua orang kaya di sebelahnya dengan tenang membuka mulutnya.
Dia memiliki postur tubuh rata-rata, tidak seperti pria kaya Huang Bo yang megah, tapi dia tampak kerdil karena terjepit di antara dua orang kaya itu.
"Saudara... Tampaknya gelar itu membuat masalah besar..."
"Hmm~? Apakah kamu merasakannya juga?"
Entah kenapa, Hwang Boak, yang menahan diri berpikir bahwa jika dia marah sendirian di sini, dia akan menjadi pria kecil, bereaksi terhadap kata-kata pria itu seolah-olah dia tidak bisa menahan diri.
"Kenapa tidak? Kwon berasal dari Shaolin yang sama dengan tuan daerah saat ini, Hyun Chen. Ketika kakak laki-laki mengincar posisi tuan utama, Huang Bose pasti mencoba menindas orang-orang dari masa lalu..."
Itu adalah wawasan yang tajam tentang Mujin.
Namun, Hwang Botae yang naif memiringkan kepalanya dengan heran.
"Dia mengajariku terlalu keras untuk dikatakan kurang ajar, Paman..."
"Keponakan kita terlalu naif... Sebenarnya, untuk menipu lawanmu, kamu diberitahu untuk mencampur satu kebohongan dengan sembilan kebenaran, jadi satu-satunya cara untuk menipu lawanmu adalah dengan 'berpura-pura' mengajar dengan benar untuk mengelabui murid yang polos. Jika bukan karena diskriminasi dan pelecehan sejak awal, mengapa perlu melakukan pelatihan terpisah dengan cara seperti itu?"
Pada titik tajam dari pria yang memanggilnya paman, Hwang Botai memiliki ekspresi bingung.
Pamannya tampaknya benar dan juga tidak.
Namun, tidak seperti Hwang Bo-tae, Hwang Bo-ak yang mendengarkan bersamanya, sudah sepenuhnya jatuh pada kata-katanya.
"Aku setuju denganmu! Bocah kurang ajar yang masih pendatang baru saja berani bermain-main dengan Sega kita!"
Wajah Hwang Boak merah seperti mabuk, dan dia menyesap minumannya seolah-olah dia telah melupakan pemandangan indah yang bisa dia lihat melalui jendela.
"Katakan padaku, saudara. Apa yang ingin kamu lakukan dengan bocah sialan itu?"
Saat pria itu hendak menjawab pertanyaan Hwang Boak. Dia bisa merasakan kerumunan datang dari pintu.
"Tuan Keluarga... Jenderal Zhuge datang untuk menyampaikan sesuatu."
Sebelum pria yang berdiri di pintu masuk selesai berbicara, ketiganya yang sedang minum bersama saling memandang.
"Apa yang harus kulakukan?"
Pria itu menjawab pertanyaan Hwang Boak.
"Kupikir kau harus menemuinya dulu. Kami akan pergi untuk saat ini, untuk berjaga-jaga."
Hwang Boak mengangguk mengerti, dan pria itu menambahkan sepatah kata seolah-olah dia memiliki perasaan lama.
"Zhuge Muhuan adalah pria yang licik... Saudara... Kamu mungkin ingin melakukan percakapan singkat tentang tujuan kunjungannya, dan jika percakapan akan berlarut-larut, kamu mungkin ingin mengusirnya secukupnya."
"Hahaha... Jangan khawatir..."
Hwang Boak menjawab dengan percaya diri, seolah-olah hanya percaya pada dirinya sendiri, dan berteriak ke arah pintu masuk.
"Beri aku waktu yang cukup untuk membawanya ke sini!"
"Baik!"
Segera setelah itu, pria itu meninggalkan pesta minum dengan Hwang Bo-tae.
Kemudian, para pelayan yang datang di bawah arahan perusahaan membersihkan meja minuman dan menyiapkan yang baru.
Seolah-olah kami bertiga tidak pernah minum.
Dan pada saat persiapan selesai, persiapan selesai. Bersama dengan para seniman bela diri keluarga Huangbo, Zhuge Muhuan datang mengunjungi tempat itu.
"Ada apa, Jenderal Marshal?"
Menanggapi pertanyaan Hwang Boak, Zhuge Muhuan duduk dengan senyum khasnya.
"Aku haus menunggu, bisakah aku minum dan berbicara dulu?"
"Hm... Baiklah..."
Zhuge Muhuan secara alami mengangkat botol anggur, menuangkan segelas ke gelas Hwang Boak, dan menuangkan anggur ke gelasnya sendiri.
"Kau bertanya mengapa aku di sini?"
"Ya..."
Zhuge Muhuan tidak menjawab segera, tapi menghela nafas dalam-dalam dan menenggak gelasnya.
"Huh... Aku frustasi, jadi aku datang untuk minum dan mampir."
"Apa maksudmu dengan frustasi?"
"Jika aku datang sejauh ini dan mengatakan bahwa aku frustasi, siapa yang kamu maksud? Tentu saja, maksudku tuan saat ini..."
"Hah?"
Sudut mulut Hwang Boak berkedut mendengar kata-kata Zhuge Muhuan.
Melihat reaksi yang jelas itu, Zhuge Muhuan hanya bisa tersenyum dalam hati.
Cara termudah untuk mendekati dan menyanjung orang lain adalah dengan melakukannya. Cukup dengan mengutuk orang yang tidak dia sukai.
"Pada saat pendirian Meng, Shaolin adalah pusatnya, jadi aku tidak punya pilihan selain mencalonkan Mengju saat ini, tapi Mengju saat ini tidak cocok untuk posisi Mengju."
"Be... Bagaimana bisa?"
Zhuge Muhuan mencurahkan kisah latar belakang kepada Hwang Boak, yang bertanya dengan nada tenang untuk menyamarkan ketenangannya.
"Itu masalah karena kita berbicara omong kosong setiap hari. Itulah mengapa para biksu yang biasa berkultivasi di gunung tidak diizinkan. Ah... Dia seorang biksu, jadi itu bukan Tao, itu Buddha."
"Aku ingin tahu apakah ada masalah seperti itu..."
Menanggapi reaksi Hwang Boak yang mencoba menjaga ketenangannya, Zhuge Muhuan memutuskan untuk mengubah strateginya sedikit.
"Tapi orang yang paling tidak kusukai bukanlah tuan manusia."
"Siapa masalah terbesarnya?"
"Itu seorang pria bernama Mujin yang percaya pada tuan dan mengamuk..."
"Maksudmu gelar itu?"
"Huh... Sangat disayangkan julukan 'Kwon Je' terbuang sia-sia. Jika bukan karena bawahan kesayangan Mengju, dia pasti ingin mengusirnya dari Meng segera."
"Hahahahaha... Apakah dia seperti itu?"
Ketika dia mengutuk Mu Jin daripada ketika dia mengutuk Blind Chen, reaksinya melonjak lebih keras, jadi Zhuge Muhuan dengan cepat memutar kepalanya.
"Oh... Tampaknya amarah kaisar telah bekerja."
Ketika dia menyadari bahwa umpan sudah siap untuknya, dia menggoda mulutnya tanpa henti.
"Tidak cukup untuk mengatakan bahwa dia adalah seorang. Apakah kamu tahu berapa banyak Shaolin memanjakannya karena dia sedikit pandai dalam seni bela diri?"
"Dia sangat sombong sehingga dia masih mendengarkan dan memandang rendah aku, jenderal tentara Meng, karena melakukan beberapa seni bela diri..."
"Bahkan sekarang, mereka kadang-kadang menatapku dengan curiga, tapi daging di mata mereka tidak berbeda dengan ancaman membunuh mereka jika mereka menangkap sesuatu. Bagaimana bisa seorang murid dari faksi politik begitu penuh dengan daging?"
Bagaimanapun, itu bukan cerita yang dibuat-buat, tapi Zhuge Muhuan yang mengutuk tanpa pamrih.
Hwang Boak, yang merasakan ketulusan Zhuge Muhuan, tanpa sadar memasang pendulum.
"Huh... Bagaimana bisa seorang anak begitu tidak tahu aturan!"
"Itu semua karena tuan yang galak yang melindunginya tanpa syarat karena dia pandai seni bela diri!!"
Zhuge Muhuan, yang benar-benar bersemangat, sekarang mulai mengutuk Mu Jin, lalu Xuanchen dan Shaolin.
Meski begitu, dia terus menuangkan anggurnya sendiri dan gelas Hwang Boak ke dalamnya tanpa henti.
"Tidak ada cara untuk mengendalikan amarah ini, jadi aku datang kepada Tuan Keluarga. Tuan rumah akan menerima minumanku."
Hwang Boak, yang wajahnya memerah bersama Zhuge Muhuan, setuju dengan kisah latar belakang Zhuge Muhuan dengan suara nyaringnya yang khas.
"Aku akan memberikanmu pelajaran pada bocah kurang ajar itu suatu hari nanti. Jenderal Tentara..."
"Hahaha... Jenderal Tentara telah melalui banyak hal!"
Menyadari bahwa tarik-menarik untuk menangkap ikan hukou telah berakhir sampai batas tertentu, dan sudah waktunya untuk menariknya, Zhuge Muhuan berkata dengan wajah mabuk.
"Mengapa kamu tidak membiarkan Tuan menegur si kecil dan menjadikannya kepala keluarga?"
"Hahahahaha... Aku ingin, tapi apa yang bisa kulakukan?"
"Hmph... Aku akan membantumu dengan ini. Jika aku, yang juga menjabat sebagai jenderal tentara di Aliansi Wulin, dan yang bertanggung jawab atas
Who is the hukou (4)
A huge inn near Dongjeong Lake·
The inn with the sign "Pungwol Guest Cup" was one of the famous guest rooms of Dongjeong Lake.
And the place was currently rented by the Huangbo family.
Suddenly, two hundred people came to the Zheng Mu Meng, and there was no place in the Meng building to accommodate them.
Among them, the top floor of the Feng Yue Guest Cup was used as a place for the direct family of the Huangbo family to bind.
Taking advantage of the moonlight reflected in the Dongjing Lake through the window of the Feng Yue Guest Cup, Huang Boak raised his glass of wine.
"Hahaha· Son· How was the training in the Political League?"
In response to Abi's question, Hwang Bo-tae raised the glass of wine that Abi had poured him a drink.
'Well . . . Did I mention that alcohol is bad for your muscles?'
Naturally, after today's training, he remembered the warning that Kwon Ze had given him.
'I've had no problem drinking since I was a kid, so it doesn't matter, right?'
He soon forgot the warnings and took a sip of his drink.
As the energy spread through my tired body that had trained to the limit, I felt like I was getting drunk faster than usual.
"It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Father· Hahaha·"
He gave me a hearty laugh and told me about the training that had happened today.
"What!!!! He discriminated against us!"
Seeing that Abi was suddenly furious after drinking happily, Huang Bo Tae poured a drink into Abi's glass and said,
"That's what I thought at first, but I think I was mistaken..."
He explained that Kwon had trained at the same level as they did, and that he had even undergone training that was too difficult for them to replicate.
"Hahaha· I thought I couldn't do it by force, but I guess I was a frog in a well."
Looking at his son innocently smiling and explaining, Huang Boak felt a strange feeling.
When I heard it, it really felt like he had taught the young people of Sega how to go outside.
But I felt bad.
The biggest reason was Hwang Bo-tae's honesty.
'You think he's stronger than me?'
It was an impression that Hwang Bo-tae uttered without thinking about it, but it was a strange blow to his pride for Hwang Bo-ak, who was born into a businessman and boasted about his strength in his daily life.
Just then, a middle-aged man who had been quietly listening to the story of the two rich people next to him calmly opened his mouth.
He had an average physique, unlike the majestic Huang Bo rich man, but he looked dwarfed because he was sandwiched between the two rich men.
"Brother· Apparently the title is making a big deal out of it..."
"Hmm~? Did you feel like a?"
For some reason, Huang Boak, who had been holding back thinking that if he got angry here alone, he would be a small man, reacted to the man's words as if he couldn't win.
"Why not? Kwon is from the same Shaolin as the current lord of the county, Hyun Chen. When the elder brother aims for the position of the main lord, Huang Bose must be trying to bully the people from the past..."
It was a sharp insight into Mujin.
However, the naïve Huang Botae tilted his head in wonder.
"I taught him too hard to say the least. Uncle·"
"Our nephew is so naïve... Originally, in order to deceive your opponent, you were told to mix one lie with nine truths, so the only way to deceive your opponent is to "pretend" to teach properly in order to fool the innocent squire. If it wasn't for the discriminatory and harassing in the first place, why would there be a need to conduct separate training in that way?"
At the sharp point of the man who called his uncle, Huang Botai had a confused expression.
My uncle seemed to be right and he didn't.
However, unlike Hwang Bo-tae, Hwang Bo-ak, who was listening with him, had already completely fallen for his words.
"I agree with you! A young bastard who is still only a latecomer dares to play with our Sega!"
Huang Boak's face was red as if he was drunk, and he took a sip of his drink as if he had forgotten about the beautiful scenery he could see through the window.
"Tell me, brother. What do you want me to do with that damn bastard?"
The moment the man was about to answer Huang Boak's question. I could feel the crowd coming from the door.
"Lord of the Family· General Zhuge has come to tell you something."
Before the man who stood at the entrance could finish speaking, the three of them, who had been drinking together, looked at each other.
"What should I do?"
The man replied to Huang Boak's question.
"I think you should meet me first. We'll leave for now, just in case."
Huang Boak nodded in understanding, and the man added a word to see if he had any old feelings.
"Zhuge Muhuan is a snarky man... Brother· You may want to have a brief conversation about the purpose of his visit, and if the conversation is going to be prolonged, you may want to kick him out in moderation."
"Hahaha· Don't worry..."
Huang Boak replied confidently, as if to believe only in himself, and shouted in the direction of the entrance.
"Give me a reasonable amount of time to bring you here!"
"Venerable!"
Immediately after that, the man left the drinking party with Hwang Bo-tae.
Then, the courtesans who came under the direction of the company cleaned up the liquor table and set up a new one.
As if the three of us had never drank.
And by the time the preparations were completed, the preparations were completed. Together with the martial arts of the Huangbo family, Zhuge Muhuan came to visit the place.
"What is the matter with the General Marshal?"
Huang Boak's question, Zhuge Muhuan sat down with a characteristic smile.
"I'm thirsty for waiting, so may I have a drink and talk first?"
"Ahem· That's right..."
Zhuge Muhuan naturally lifted the bottle of wine, poured a glass into Huang Boak's glass, and poured wine into his own glass.
"You asked me why I was here?"
"Yes..."
Zhuge Muhuan didn't answer right away, but let out a deep sigh and gulped down his glass.
"Phew· I was frustrated, so I came to get a drink and come over."
"What do you mean by frustration?"
"If I come all the way here and tell you that I'm frustrated, who do you mean? Of course, I mean the current lord ...
"Huh?"
The corners of Huang Boak's mouth twitched at Zhuge Muhuan's words.
At the obvious reaction, Zhuge Muhuan could only smile inwardly.
The easiest way to approach and flatter others was to do so. It was enough to curse a person he didn't like.
"At the time of the establishment of Meng, Shaolin was the center, so I had no choice but to nominate the current Mengju, but the current Mengju is not suitable for the position of Mengju."
"Big· How so?"
Zhuge Muhuan spilled out a backstory at Huang Boak, who asked with a clear clearance to disguise his composure.
"It's a problem because we're talking nonsense every day. That's why the monks who used to cultivate in the mountains are not allowed. Ah· He's a monk, so it's not the Tao, it's the Buddha."
"I wonder if there was such a problem..."
In response to Huang Boak's reaction to keep his composure, Zhuge Muhuan decided to change his strategy slightly.
"But the person I don't like the most is not the lord of the man."
"Who's the biggest problem?"
"It's a guy named Mujin who believes in the lord and goes on a rampage..."
"You mean the title?"
"Phew· It's a shame that the nickname "Kwon Je" is a waste. If it weren't for Mengju's favorite backwater, he would have wanted to kick him out of Meng right away."
"Hahahahaha· Was he such a?"
When he cursed Mu Jin than when he cursed Blind Chen, his reaction jumped out more violently, so Zhuge Muhuan quickly rolled his head.
"Oh ... It looks like the emperor's anger has worked."
When he realized that the bait was ready for him, he teased his mouth incessantly.
"It's not enough to say that you're a. Do you know how much Shaolin pampers him because he is a bit good at martial arts?"
"He's so arrogant that he still listens to the and looks down on me, the general army of Meng, for doing some martial arts..."
"Even now, they sometimes look at me with suspicion, but the flesh in their eyes is no different from the threat of killing them if they catch anything. How could a disciple of a political faction be so full of flesh?"
After all, it wasn't a made-up story, but Zhuge Muhuan, who was swearing selflessly.
Huang Boak, who felt Zhuge Muhuan's sincerity, unknowingly put in a pendulum.
"Huh· How could a child be so uninhabited!"
"It's all because of the fierce lord who protects him unconditionally because he's good at martial arts!!"
Zhuge Muhuan, who was completely excited, now began to curse Mu Jin, then Xuanchen and Shaolin.
Still, he poured his own wine and Huang Boak's glass into it incessantly.
"There is no way to control this anger, so I have come to the Lord of the Family. The lord of the house will accept my drink."
Huang Boak, whose face turned red along with Zhuge Muhuan, agreed with Zhuge Muhuan's backstory with his characteristic sonorous voice.
"I'm going to give you a look at that bloody bastard someday. General Army·"
"Hahaha· The General Army has been through a lot!"
Realizing that the tug-of-war to catch the hugu fish was over to some extent, and it was time to pull it, Zhuge Muhuan said with a drunken face.
"Why don't you let the Lord scold the little one and make him the head of the house?"
"Hahahahaha· I want to, but what will I do?"
"Hmph... I'll help you with this. If I, who was also in charge of the general army in the Wulin League, and who is in charge of the general army here, push me, it is only a matter of time before the family lord becomes the main lord of the family."
"Hahaha· It's a story that makes me believe it..."
"Fufufu · You will be the lord of the family, and I will only be content to hold the position of general commander."
At Zhuge Muhuan's words, Huang Boak laughed with a drunken face, as if he was in trouble.
"Hmph... That's going to be a bit hard. The General Army is our hand brother . . . ."
Thinking that the information he wanted was finally popping out, Zhuge Muhuan swallowed his anticipation, but Huang Boak's words didn't go any further.
Immediately after uttering the word "hand brother", he realized that he had said something useless because he was drunk.
But instead of prying or digging into it like a sewer, Zhuge Muhuan pretended not to hear it.
"Hahaha· It's the first time we've had a drink together, so I may not believe it yet. I need to prove my abilities first."
Afterwards, instead of trying to force himself to dig up information, Zhuge Muhuan tipped his glass a couple more times and stood up.
"Next time, I'll come back with some important news for the Blind Leader. My lord·"
"Hahaha· Take a look."
After saying his last goodbye to Huang Boak and Po Qiang, Zhuge Muhuan left the inn and staggered towards the manor of the Zheng Mu League.
It wasn't acting· In fact, he was in a state of uncontrollable intoxication.
It was impossible for him to drink and secretly throw a punch against Huang Boak, who was more skilled than him.
But even though he was drunk, his astute mind was still making plans for the future.
As far as Zhuge Muhuan knew, none of Huang Boak's siblings or cousins used the name "Huang Boson".
If so, it would mean that there are people who use the surname Son who are good enough to get along with each other.
"First of all, I have to go back to Meng and order the Secret Pavilion to investigate..."
The net that Zhuge Muhuan threw was draped towards the fishing rod that was controlling the hukou.
* * *
The next morning·
Someone came to Mujin as he was about to leave his residence to conduct an external drill.
“··· Are you a fisherman from early in the morning?"
'With that face?' The afterword was a swallow that I swallowed with all my might.
No wonder, Zhuge Muhuan came to Mu Jin with a half-dead face.
But even if he didn't ask, Zhuge Muhuan replied that the words were reflected in his expression.
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