Early in the morning, Jong-seok and Moon Bang-woo adults were heading to Forbidden City. Originally, I was going to meet Mr. Jang in the park and talk to him.

But the schedule has changed. When Cha In-beom told Jin So-pyeong yesterday about the Forbidden City, he asked him to open one of the institutions he knew in Korea tomorrow morning.

He said he would decide after seeing himself coming out of it.

So the adults of Moon Bang-woo changed their schedules and were entering the Forbidden City early in the morning.

Entering the Forbidden City under the guidance of the public security officers, Moon Bang-woo's elders could see Jin So-pyeong and officials standing inside the garden.

The faces of the officials lined up behind Qin So-pyeong were full of gloom.

He must have heard a loud voice from Jin So-pyeong.

Jong-seok approached Jin So-pyeong with the elders of Moon Bang-woo and bowed his head with the caption.

"You're out early."

"The simpler it is, the sooner it is done, the less it is done."

Cha In-beom had a slight appetite when he said it was simple. Jin So-pyeong refers to what he has done while suffering from hardships as a simple task.

Then Jin So-pyeong turned his head toward Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan.

"Then try opening the agency. When I see it with my own eyes and see its value, I will take care of Korean relics."

Cha In-beom nodded at Jin So-pyeong's words and looked at Jong-seok. When Jong-seok nodded, Cha In-beom approached the stone lantern in the garden.

Then Cha In-beom, who put his hand into the stone lantern, grabbed something and twisted it.

All of a sudden!

When he heard something moving, Cha In-beom stepped back. Then the stone lantern slowly began to fall back.

Then there was a hole in the seat where the stone lantern had crossed. Jin So-pyeong and the people came up to the hole where one person could fit.

"This is the institution?"

At the murmur of Qin So-pyeong, one of the secretaries behind shouted.

"Get started!"

At the secretary's cry, those wearing work clothes came forward, looked at the hole, and threw the glow sticks down.

People slowly began to push themselves into the hole, knowing that there was no problem under the glow stick that was thrown into the hole.

"There's a skeleton corpse!"

Jong-seok nodded at the sound from inside.

'You must be. This is a dead body hole.’

This hole was the place where the bodies of the courtiers were kept in Dongchang. Those who see things that should not be seen, those who hear things that should not be heard......Those who break the laws of the palace die and enter here.

Then it is taken out again in the evening and buried in a garden to become manure or to be moved out of the palace.

When Jong-seok looked at the hole from afar, some of the Chinese behind him talked about something and said to Jin So-pyeong.

"I'll send the archaeologists down."

"Do it that way.

People began to descend on Jin So-pyeong's instructions.

And after a while, people began to upload the artifacts from below.

Various artifacts were coming from the bottom, including a necklace made of pearls and ornaments made of gold and jade.

"Oh!"

"That's great.

When Moon Bang-woo adults looked at the ornaments with curious eyes, Chinese scholars began to take pictures and classify them one by one.

But there was something else that caught the attention of scholars. These were late books.

As the books came up, scholars carefully packed them aside and began to look at the contents.

At the sight, Jin So-pyeong called one of the scholars to ask.

"How? Are they precious?”

"It looks like objects from the Qing Dynasty."

"So you mean precious?”

"Precious items are valuable in themselves, but books from inside are more valuable."

"Really?"

"The book contains information about the weather at the time and the food ingredients that entered the palace. In addition, we found a diary, which is a good source of knowledge about the culture of the time."

Jin So-pyeong nodded at the scholar's words and looked at Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan.

Jin So-pyeong beckoned back as the two approached the gaze.

Afterwards, employees in charge of Chinese cultural assets approached.

"Take steps to exchange Korean artifacts in China in terms of the value found."

"That......."

The employee, who was about to say something, relished his appetite and bowed his head.

"Okay."

Jin So-pyeong, who nodded at the employee's answer, saw Cha In-beom.

"For more details, please talk to the working-level staff here. Well, I'm going to leave you know what?...”

As she spoke, Jin So-pyeong turned his head to Jong-seok.

As Jong-seok approached him, Jin So-pyeong took a step and said,

"Someone will go this evening."

"Okay."

Chin So-pyeong, who nodded to him, began to walk with the people.

Jong-seok saw Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan go there. The two were seriously talking about something with the Chinese staff.

Jong-seok, who was watching the scene, approached the elders of Moon Bang-woo.

"It seems like something important just happened to them, so we should go sightseeing or see the Forbidden City. What do you think?”

At Jong-seok's words, the elders nodded after a while.

"Then you'll have to ask first before you decide.

Then the principal beckoned Cha In-beom, and he approached.

When the principal talked to him, Cha In-beom nodded while thinking for a while.

"First of all, since our people haven't come, we need some time to call and talk. In the meantime, you should meet Chang at the park and talk to him. When the staff comes, we'll just talk and go right over there.”

"Let's do that, then.”

When he made the decision, Moon Bang-woo's adults turned around, and Cha In-beom began to talk to Won and Chinese employees.

***

Jong-seok and Moon Bang-woo adults were gathered at the park where they came yesterday. And they were watching a man named Chang write.

Chang was a seventy-year-old old man who was writing with a brush attached to a very long bamboo tree and a hind hand.

"I can't believe I wrote with such a long bamboo brush....That's great."

"I know. I don't think it's going to be easy to control if it's that long....”

Jong-seok nodded at the elders. I've never seen Jong-seok write with such a long brush.

I've seen artists hold large, thick brushes with both hands like humans, but there's no such thing.

When Jongseok and the adults gathered to see Jang, Chinese and tourists around him began to gather to see if there was anything to see.

Jang, who somehow ended up writing in many people, looked around and began to pack his luggage on the floor as if he was burdened.

Jong-seok sneaked up on him at the sight.

"Excuse me."

At Jong-seok's call, Chang saw him.

"We like calligraphy from Korea."

"But what's the matter?”

"I came here yesterday and I wanted to see what Mr. Chang left and have a word with him. Would you mind for a moment?"

At Jong-seok's words, Chang saw the elders of the literary circle. When the elders of Moon Bang-woo greeted him with a small bow, Chang took the oath and smiled.

"Then, since you've seen my writing, may I see your writing?"

In Chang's words, Jong-seok told the elders of the literary circle about it.

The principal saw the last stone at him.

"Show yourself your writing."

"I think it would be better to show you the writings of the elderly than mine. He's curious about what adults write, not how well they write."

At Jong-seok's words, the principal nodded and held a bottle of pet and stepped forward.

Then he grabbed the bottle with a nervous face and began to write on the ground.

Chang nodded as he looked at the writing written by the principal.

"You must be in education."

At Chang's words, the principal saw him.

"How do you know?"

"I think it contains a person's personality and life. His writings show the unique west wind of those who were teaching."

Kang Chul-jae came forward when the principal looked at him as if he admired Chang.

"Then take a look at my writing."

Chang smiled and nodded at Kang Chul-jae's words. When Kang Chul-jae began to write on the ground, Chang nodded.

"You must have been in the army."

At Chang's words, Kang Chul-jae looked at him with admiration.

"That's great.”

At Kang Chul-jae's words, Chang said while reading.

"Your writing skills are great, too."

Jong-seok saw Chang's writings as he looked closely at the writings of the two men.

Then asked stealthily.

"But it looks like you're using several handwriting in one piece."

At Jong-seok's question, Chang smiled and said, looking at his writing.

"I was originally illiterate."

"Literacy?"

"I learned how to write by looking at people's writings here in the park. That's why we're mixed up."

"Oh! You learned Chinese by yourself."

The Chinese have a serious illiteracy rate. The reason was that the number of Chinese characters was too large.

The number of Chinese characters is said to be approximately 50,000. And 5,000 of them were being used in everyday life.

And about 2,000 of them must know to live their daily lives. That's why illiteracy is high.

It's hard to learn.

"That's why my handwriting stands out a lot."

Jong-seok nodded at Chang's words. If I learned from the handwriting of many people, I couldn't help but mix the handwriting.

Following is the beginning of learning, and Jang's handwriting is mixed with several people's handwriting.

"That's why you felt the same handwriting in one piece.’

Jong-seok looked at Chang and said,

"You said it stands out, but if you look at it together, it feels like we're not bouncing, so it's not bad, but rather better."

"Thank you for watching."

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

"I mean it."

While talking, Jong-seok saw the writing written by Chang. If you look at it separately, there are a lot of different handwriting is quite different.

That's why it seems like several people, not one person, wrote a few words in one by one.

But it looks good if you put it together. The handwriting felt like it was looking at each other.

After the soft writing comes strong writing, and behind the beautiful writing, the heavy writing filled the lightness.

So even if your handwriting is mixed, it's not crude and it's.

Jong-seok, who was reading Chang's writing for a while, reached out his hand.

"If you don't mind......”

Chang nodded and stuck out his brush as Jong-seok looked at his brush.

He received Jong-seok's brush. Then I thought for a while and nodded and began to write.

The principal smiled at Jong-seok's writing. It's a familiar handwriting.

"That's the handwriting of the Wang Mung-gyeong."

"I can't get enough of Lee's handwriting at all the time.”

"Huh? But this is......Isn't it Chusa's handwriting?"

"I see."

"Your handwriting has changed again."

"This is Seokbong's.”

"It's changed again. Isn't this Wang Hui-ji?"

Listening to the murmurs of Moon Bang-woo's elders, Jong-seok continued to write.

Jong-seok was writing down all the handwriting he knew. It was not just about writing.

Writing letters that best correspond to the meaning of the text, and writing letters that complement it.

If Jang wrote several writings that read each other's texts, Jong-seok is also writing articles that describe each other in the handwriting of several famous people he knows.

Jong-seok, who wrote down a hundred letters, grabbed the brush and stepped back.

On the floor were a hundred words of writing with fewer stones. And the writing felt like a picture, not a writing.

While Jong-seok was reading his writing, Moon Bang-woo's adults took out their cell phones in admiration and began to film the floor.

"I love your writing."

"I think Mr. Lee has learned something."

Jong-seok smiled at the elders and said to Chang, taking the oath.

"With your help, I have a new experience."

Until now, Jong-seok used only one handwriting to write. I've never mixed the handwriting of several nouns at once.

At Jong-seok's greeting, Chang looked blankly at his writing, sighing and bowing his head.

"I can't be ashamed of myself because I was holding my head up in front of the mountain."

"The taste of fruits is all different, and the most delicious thing is the taste of the eater. And I love Mr. Jang's writing."

Jong-seok, who greeted with a smile, saw what he wrote. It felt new because it was the first time for him to write a single article by using so many handwriting at once.

"There's no reason to insist on one thing."

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, had an idea in his head.

It was a mix of experiences that he had.

It is necessary to think about life sharing and internal acupuncture. Life is literally life, which is beneficial to the human body. And my balls are also beneficial......then wouldn't it be more effective to use the sharing of life and the inner workings together?’

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, nodded.

'I'm going to use it against Jin So-pyeong today.'