Pufferpuck!

"Jong-seok! It hurts!"

"Are you sick?"

Dad nodded at Jong-seok, who stopped his hand and asked.

"Yes."

Jong-seok shook his head at Dad's words.

"Because it's good for the body. Hang in there for now."

Then Jong-seok moved his hand again.

Puff, puff, Puffing!

"Yes! Is it really good? Are you sure you're doing it right?"

Jong-seok said, looking at his father biting his lips and enduring the pain.

"This massage is good for pooping."

Now Jong-seok's tap was stimulating the colon. The force of the blow pierced the skin and shook the bowels.

"Dung?"

"If you need to go to the bathroom, go straight to the bathroom."

"To make it look good by hitting?"

"You'll know once you get it. Whether the poop comes out well or just hurts."

Puck! Puck! Puck!

With a light sound, Jong-seok's hand hit the body, and a little later, Dad's face began to feel comfortable.

"Isn't it hurting now?"

"It hurt at first, but now I feel better.”

Then my dad laughed and said,

"It's amazingly cool."

Jong-seok nodded at my father's words. At first, I didn't know how much strength to apply, so I did it a little stronger, but as I did it, my hands found a

It's good for your health if you just poop well.“

One of the most common treatments for monks was constipation.

There was constipation in the old days, as is the case in these days.

The common saying is that a good rest, a good diet, or a good bowel movement makes you healthy. Like the horse, pooping is important.

Even though it was difficult to handle a good meal, I was able to solve the problem by using my own hand.

So Jong-seok was inducing a good poop that worked right away.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

As he beat his body, Jong-seok was able to get a glimpse of his father's condition through his hand-feeling sensation.

'You've got a lot of course. By the way, my dad is fine. I have some muscles in my abdomen.'

Even though he is not a prince, he has less stomach and muscles than adults of this age.

When I thought of that, I had an urgent look on my father's face.

Rumbling!

And a sound came from my father's stomach.

"Stop!"

Jong-seok hurriedly took his hand off his father's cry. Then Dad tried to get up quickly and caught Jong-seok.

"Get me up. You're going to get cheap at this rate."

Jong-seok carefully raised his father.

Jong-seok carefully helped his father, who turned very pale and was very stiff, to the bathroom.

When Dad arrived at the toilet, he hurried down the pants dance and sat down.

Pudada! Pudada! Pudadada!

Jong-seok hurriedly grabbed his nose and left the bathroom due to the tremendous sound that poured down with sitting down.

Even if you poop in the morning, the residual feces in your stomach pour out.

Like you're in charge.

"Wrap it with water so that the toilet doesn't get clogged."

Shoot!

Jong-seok turned his head when he heard the toilet water go down. Next to me, my mother was frowning at the bathroom.

"What kind of massage did you do to make it so cheap?"

"Good health massage for the colon. Let's do it before mom eats."

"Me too?"

"It's good for the body.”

Pudadadadada!

Listening to the sound of a motorcycle engine that sounded ferocious in the bathroom, my mother laid her belly up in the living room and lay down right away.

It is said to be good for health, so I am trying to get it.

"Let's get started, son."

"You should come out and do it. If you make a mistake while doing it now, you have to wrap it here.”

Shoot! Shoot!

Listening to the sound of water dripping in the bathroom, Jong-seok said.

"Daddy, are you done?”

"Ah...jik!"

Pudada! Dada!

Jong-seok nodded at the loud noise coming from the bathroom.

"Wrap the toilet well so that it doesn't clog up."

Shoot!

I could hear the sound of water dripping with the horses of Jong-seok. Dad also thought that the toilet would be clogged if he didn't flush it while packing.

Jong-seok caught his mother lying down.

"Let's start with another massage before you come out."

"But where did you learn to massage, son? Books?"

"Yes. Now, it might hurt a little bit, but don't be nervous... Relax your body."

"Whoa!"

Watching his mother exhale for a long time, Jong-seok lightly put his hand on her shoulder.

Then he moved his hands lightly.

Pod! Pod!

Jong-seok, who was lightly tapping his shoulder with his hands, felt his mother's condition through the touch.

'You're a little tired. And I have stress on my shoulders. Why are you stressed when your business is doing well?’

According to the Buddhist monk's experience, the state of being relaxed and relaxed meant that stress was severe in the language of today's language.

After a light tap, Jong-seok began to exert some force.

"Yes!"

said Jong-seok in a small groan.

"Are you sick?"

"It hurts a little bit, but... It's cool."

"How do you feel?”

"I feel like I'm spreading out a cool sensation.”

Jong-seok, who nodded at his mother's words, began to tap her shoulder.

Puff, puff, puff!

Jong-seok, who started with his shoulder, went down to his back and waist, examined his mother's condition through a sense of percussion.

'My pelvis is a little twisted.’

He said he had a back disk, but he probably had a problem with the other side because he did not touch the disk.

If your right foot hurts, you use your left foot more without realizing it, and as if you are going to strain your left foot.

Feeling it, Jong-seok hugged his mother from behind.

"Oh, my son, why..."

When Jong-seok hugged him from behind, his mother felt better. But Jong-seok didn't back-hug his mother, he was trying to massage her.

"Breathe slowly, Mom."

"Huh? Yeah... Whoooooooooo!"

When his breath fell to the bottom, Jong-seok, holding his mother, twisted his body.

Boom boom!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Seeing his mother talking loudly, Jong-seok tapped his pelvis with his palm and nodded.

'The twist is a little better. It's not good to use too much from the beginning, so let's take it slow.'

The muttered inwardly, Jong-seok glanced at the bathroom.

"Daddy, how long does it take?"

"It's almost over... liver... eh!

Pudada!

Jong-seok looked at his mother after a while at the loud noise again.

"Mom, let's get started now."

Mother twisted herself at Jong-seok's horse. The massage made me feel like my back was spinning.

"Oh, cool. My son's really good at massaging.”

"Because I'm telling you to stay cool. Come on, lie down."

When his mother lay down with her belly up, Jong-seok rolled his palm round and moved his hand.

Puff, puff, puff!

"Oh! It hurts!"

"The pressure has to go to the bowel, so this needs to be a little stronger. I know. Hang in there. You'll feel cool once you get used to it.”

At Jong-seok's words, his mother frowned and endured the pain.

Shoot!

And as I was doing that, my dad came out with his back down.

"Ha! My legs are shaking."

With his father stumbling out as if his legs were weak, the open bathroom door began to smell terrible.

"Honey! Open the window!"

"Oh... Okay."

When Dad opened the window, cold air came into the room.

"Ah! It's cold!"

"Shall we close again?"

"Open it up so that it stinks away..."

My mother's stomach, which was talking, rang out for a moment.

'There's a signal.'

With Jong-seok's thoughts, his mother's face hardened rapidly.

It is to feel severe diarrhea like my father. Jong-seok smiled at her mother and carefully helped her into the bathroom.

***

Jong-seok was heading for the transport boat in the principal's car.

It was the day when I met with members of Moon Bang-woo and had lunch.

In the principal's car, Jong-seok carefully grabbed the bag on his lap.

How many royal medals are there?’

There was a royal medal in the bag.

Today, we are going to show our members the Wang family motto and check the price.

'I'm nervous.'

I was as nervous as I expected.

Jong-seok's eyes began to see the king's medal in his bag, when he felt it with his hands for a while.

'Is the sauce okay now?'

Jong-seok, who was thinking of that, got off the transport boat.

"Welcome."

The lady I had seen before guided them in. Following the girl, Jong-seok said stealthily.

"Where is your master?"

"He went outside for a moment."

"Ah..."

"If you have anything to say, I'll tell you."

At the lady's words, Jong-seok held out a shopping bag in his hand.

"I made rice balls because you told me to."

"I'll pass it on."

The lady received the cask and led the stones to the inner room where they had come before.

"Welcome."

There were already adults sitting inside.

When Jong-seok, who greeted the welcoming adults, sat down, members soon took out the scrolls from the bags they brought and began hanging them on the wall.

Then we started to talk and discuss each other's feelings while looking at each other's writings.

When Jong-seok was staring at it, Kang Chul-jae, a former general, smiled and said.

"Can you say something, too?"

Jong-seok approached Kang Chul-jae's words.

"This is what you wrote."

The name of the steel material was not written, but as soon as I saw the handwriting, I could tell it belonged to the steel material.

"How do you see it?”

Jong-seok looked at Kang Chul-jae's words.

Donghaek under Samcheok Seocheon

????() ????()

"It's an inscription on General Lee's sword."

"You know.”

"I remember learning in history class."

Then Jong-seok looked at the writing for a moment and opened his mouth.

"I can feel the power and strength of each one of them. It's a good article because it's a good sentence and good handwriting."

Kang Chul-jae's face was smiling at Jong-seok's words.

***

All of a sudden!

"Chrysanthemum room food, start!”

At Kim Young-ho's cry, the masters quickly began to make or prepare food for the chrysanthemum room.

A lady approached Kim Young-ho, who was quickly examining and ordering the dishes of such masters.

"Lee Jong-seok brought this for you."

Kim Young-ho, who saw the pail out of the lady, received it. Then Kim Young-ho's eyes glistened with the lid open.

"Fist rice."

There were eight small rice balls in the barrel. Kim Young-ho, who was watching rice balls for a while, picked up a rice ball and bit it.

When he cut the rice balls and bit them, Kim Young-ho's face was filled with admiration.

'It's delicious.'

Compared to the rice balls made by the transport boat, the taste did not drop at all.

But there was a difference.

The rice balls of Songsanjeong go well with the salty taste of the salt and the sweet taste of the rice, and if the pork jerky brings out the flavor...

The rice balls made by Jongseok had a slightly less salty taste than the sweetness of the rice. But the ground beef jerky inside the rice balls was strangely wrapped and balanced.

It's similar to the rice balls of a transport boat and delicious, but something is different. What is it?'