After the meal, the visitors were leaving the transport boat.

"I'll see you next time."

"I was lucky to see a good royal medal thanks to you today."

"I'm very lucky to see Wang's handwritten old book right in front of my nose."

Members of the Moon Bang-woo were in a good. Thanks to Jongseok, I saw the ancient books of the Qing Dynasty called Wang Ga Hoongi right in front of my nose.

"Oh! Why don't you bring one precious old book from home and see it at the next meeting?"

People nodded that Kang Jae-chul's words were good opinions.

Since they are members of the literary circle who like calligraphy, they keep one or two precious ancient books at home.

Jong-seok, who greeted such people, soon departed in the principal's car.

'It's a shame I couldn't see Master Kim.'

When asked as he came out, he did not see Kim because he had not yet returned from his outing.

Jong-seok looked out of the window thinking that he wanted to be evaluated for his own rice balls.

Jong-seok, who was heading for the neighborhood in the principal's car, suddenly asked.

"Do you happen to know the principal of Taejin Elementary School?"

"If you're the principal of Taejin Elementary School, are you Oh Sung-chil?"

"Do you know?"

I don't know who the principal of Taejin Elementary School is, but he seemed to know when he spoke.

"I know because I teach in the same Taejin-dong. But why do you ask?"

"I'd like to draw a picture on the wall of the school, but I was wondering if I could draw it if I got permission from the principal.”

"On the school wall?"

"Yes."

"Jongseok even drew..."

The principal shook his head when he was about to ask if he was drawing. Come to think of it, Jong-seok's bamboo painting was the reason why he met Jong-seok.

"I loved the bamboo paintings.’

And the painting hung in his living room.

"To paint on the school wall?"

"Yes."

"Hmm...."

The principal, who had been thinking for a while, spoke.

"If you want to draw, why don't you rather paint at our school?"

"I have something to draw on the wall of the school in front of my house."

"Why?"

Jong-seok explained to the principal's question.

The principal nodded at the explanation.

"Well, if there's a feature in the neighborhood, people will come. So you've already painted on the walls of the houses near your house?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll have to see how he painted."

"You want to see my drawing?”

"You should at least talk to the principal of Taejin Elementary School. The student at our school is good at drawing."

"Thank you."

At Jong-seok's words, the principal smiled and drove the car.

My parents will feel burdened if the school principal suddenly comes to me.

So Jong-seok asked the principal for his understanding and pointed to the paintings a little away from the snack bar.

"The paintings over there are my drawings."

At Jong-seok's words, the principal nodded at the painting.

"You drew it well."

"Right?"

Nodding Jong-seok's words, the principal took out his cell phone and said, taking pictures.

"Jong-seok has many talents. From Oriental to Western... And I write well."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok, who thought it was a compliment, thanked the principal while looking at the painting.

"I'll have a talk with my principal Oh Sung-chil."

"Thank you."

Then you should study and not play too much because it is vacation. Don't forget you're a senior in high school."

"Okay."

"Then go in.”

"Thank you for today."

"Whoa! No thanks..."

The principal waved his hand and began to turn around.

***

"Hoo! Whoo!"

Jong-seok was moving with a deep breath.

Sweep! Sweep!

With the movement of the stalactites, both hands quickly hit the air.

Puffer-pump!

The movement of the Jong-seok's hand made a sound like a leather book popping in the air.

Now the stalagmites were spreading out.

It's practicing Cheonyeopsoo for my parents' massage. Suta, the experience of a Buddhist monk, was based on a natural tree.

That's why they're spreading out their natural leaves for a hit.

Puffer-pump!

Jong-seok, who was stretching out the roof-end tiles, slowly stopped.

"Whoa!"

Jong-seok, who exhaled his breath with his hands lightly gathered together as if he were a master of the martial arts, rubbed his wrists and shoulders with his hands.

Cheonyeopsu became a burden to the body because he mainly changed his strength and change unlike Geongongugong.

You didn't get all the experience of winning?’

Although he had experience as a monk, his body's muscles and bones did not seem to hold out to spread out the natural tree.

Perhaps the experience of a monk was not so high, as the experience of a monk was focused on the practice of using a hand-knife.

Unlike the dry bulb ball, which does not burden the body, Cheonyeopsoo is strong and fast, which put pressure on the body.

"Do I have to build muscles?"

Jong-seok shook his head, who was twisting his wrist with that thought. Growing muscles would reduce the burden of spreading the tapeworm, but it seemed to interfere with the spread of the ball.

"Let's wait for the deciduous trees to get used to rather than the muscles."

Then, Jong-seok kicked a basketball on one side.

Fa'at!

The flying ball hit the roof rail and bounced over Jong-seok's head.

Sweep!

Holding the softly flying ball, Jong-seok, who turned his body, began to spread the ball.

The beginning of morning exercise is the dry bulb ball, and the end is the dry bulb ball.

This was Jong-seok's morning workout course.

After light exercise, Jong-seok came home and took a shower and ate breakfast.

'But you're late.

Today is Thursday, so it's already been a while since I passed the Royal Family Order. However, Kang Seung-yoon or Hong Seok did not contact him.

"Are you going to the Old West again today?”

"I have some books to read."

"What book do you go to every day?”

"When I read the book, I can massage and cook.”

At Jong-seok's words, my mother smiled and said,

"Are there any of those books that make a lot of money?”

Jong-seok smiled at his mother.

'I do have you know.’

However, the experience of merchants was not as realistic as studying and art.

At least...

When I wrote a diary after trading Wang Ga-hoon, I thought of this article.

Like the cooking experience, the merchant experience earned the experience value through the transaction.

And it's a little different story, but meeting Kang Seung-yoon was also an experience.

However, the figure was 50.

Jong-seok was not recognized as such a great person as an old book officer working at the National Museum.

Should I say that he was just a civil servant working at a national museum?

Anyway, my experience with Kang Seung-yoon was 50.

After finishing his meal, Jong-seok glanced out of the window. It was not yet eight o'clock, but people were gathering outside to look at the paintings.

"Mom."

"Huh?"

"Are there a lot of people coming these days?"

"I think there's more people. Yesterday, we ran out of ingredients at 5 o'clock and closed our business.”

"Five o'clock..."

Jong-seok looked out the window at my mother's words.

I don't know how many people come in a day, but these days, the time for ingredients to run out has been getting a little shorter.

Considering that the business was over after 6 p.m. last week, it meant that the number of customers had increased enough to close the business quickly for about an hour.

At this rate, sales have increased as much as customers before vacation.’

After the vacation, the purchase of materials was reduced, but as the number of customers increased, the amount of ingredients increased by the amount before the vacation.

The exhaustion of such materials meant that sales had increased before or before the vacation.

"Elementary school students eat one or two fish cakes, but adults eat five or six at a time.’

One adult makes sales for three or four elementary school students.

"So you'd better increase the amount of sauce."

"Miss Sauce? To sell more?"

To increase the amount of sauce means to prepare more ingredients for tteokbokki and sell more.

"Yes, it's winter, but it's still five o'clock, and it's a waste.”

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

"Then I can't because my mom and dad are tired."

"What's hard about making money? And I don't know if it's hard because my son massages me these days.”

Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while about his mother's words, said

"Then let's just increase the ingredients to the extent of fish cakes."

"Fish cake only?"

"You just have to soak it in fish-cake broth. It takes less than tteokbokki.”

"But the guests like tteokbokki."

"Let's just increase the number of fish cakes for now. Let's increase the ingredients for tteokbokki based on people's reactions. Then I'll be back."

"Yes, son. See you.”

Jong-seok, who waved to his mother, left the house.

***

Dangling!

Jong-seok, who entered the library, opened the door and ventilated it, and started cleaning lightly.

Tap tap tap!

I heard a bell while I was cleaning.

Dangling!

Jong-seok, who glanced at the guests coming in, did what he had to do without caring.

It's not because they're not kind, but the guests who come to the used bookstore snoop around for a long time until they find the book they're looking for.

If you don't have the book you were looking for, you just leave, but if the owner is too kind, you feel burdened.

So secondhand bookstores don't pay much attention to customers taking them out.

And...

"If you have kids who steal books, just pretend you don't."

"The book thief?"

"How much would you want to see a book if it wasn't a new one and you wanted to steal it? So pretend you don't know when you see someone stealing."

I heard this from an old bookkeeper who visited me for a short time on Sunday.

When Jong-seok was cleaning the side of the stand with a broom, a customer approached him stealthily.

"Excuse me.

"What?"

When I turned my head, there was a woman who looked like a college girl.

"Do you have these books?”

Jong-seok glanced at a woman with short bobbed hair as she put out the paper.

"Is this your first time in an old bookstore?"

"What? Oh, yes."

"The old bookstore needs you to find the book yourself..."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry I didn't know."

When the lady tried to hold the paper by hand, Jong-seok smiled and grabbed the paper.

"You may not know for the first time."

Jong-seok looked at the title.

The paper she put out had the name of the book in French. Jong-seok smiled inwardly at him.

I'll write it down in Korean. If you write it down in French like this, how can people find it?’

But Jong-seok was able to read French with his cooking experience.

"It's a French book?"

At Jong-seok's words, the lady nodded her head without much thought.

"Yes."

"Wait a minute."

Jong-seok walked toward the bookshelf, moved the piles of books around and took some from the corner.

"I have two books you're looking for, but I don't have the other. Instead, there is a book written by the same author.”

"Thank you."

The lady who took the book began to open it. He took a bundle of books with stones stacked on one side and put them next to him.

"Sit here and watch."

"Can I sit on the floor like that?"

"Old books can be used in many ways. "If you read, it's a book, if you sit down, it's a chair

Jong-seok, who was talking, continued with a smile.

"And there's nothing like a book for ramen."

"That's funny. There's nothing like a book for ramen."

Jong-seok nodded at the lady's words and began to clean up.