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Jong-seok, who stroked the inkstone used by the principal's grandfather with his hand, said softly.

"Can I try using it?”

"It's for use, but of course it works."

At the principal's words, Jong-seok slightly poured the water next to him into the inkstone and began to grind.

Sweep! Sweep!

The softness and a little roughness of the grind to eat were pleasantly felt in my hands.

That's how the ground stone took off his hand off.

"It's a very good road."

"You inherited what you used to use and now I have it."

"Then how many cars have come down?”

"If I hit it, I'll buy it, and if I go down to my grandson, it'll be six generations."

Jong-seok nodded at the principal, who looked at the inkstone with pleased eyes.

"You've been with the history of the principal's family."

"That's about it."

Looking at the principal, who nodded with a smile, Jong-seok secretly raised his brush and wrote on Hwaseon-ji.

When Jong-seok wrote and put down his brush, the principal read down.

"The subtlety of the silent incense wears on six generations, and the teachings of Joa go on for a hundred years."

The principal, who read the article with few stones, smiled and nodded.

Jo Ga means the last name of the principal Cho Kyu-soo and a hundred years of education.

Education is called the centennial system.

"Thank you for the good writing."

Principal, Jong-seok nodded at Cho Kyu-soo's words and looked at the brush.

"I was happy to use it because of the good thunderstorm and the good food."

Cho Kyu-soo smiled and listened to Jong-seok's words.

"You got a good writing.”

Moon Bang-woo members began to appreciate his writing.

Jong-seok tried to use all the radio waves brought by members of the Munbang-woo.

All of the items were of high quality as they were all cherished by members of Moon Bang-woo.

But the best of them was the inkstone brought by Jo Gyu-su. Not because of the material or such, but also because of the history of the object and the sincerity of its handling made the inkstone special.

In any case, Jong-seok used all the ink used by the members of Moon Bang-woo, so there were writings written on the paper in the room.

"Doesn't it feel like we're in the old Cheongseowon workshop?"

Cho Kyu-soo nodded at an adult's remark.

"I see. Come to think of it, it's been quite a while since you've been to Cheongseowon.”

"You haven't been there since we all went together when your teacher died four years ago.”

Members of the Moon Bang-woo nodded at Hong Seok's remarks. And Jong-seok asked them.

"What kind of place is Cheongseowon?”

"This is Seowon in Gangwon-do. If Songsanjeong here continues the tradition of Korean food, Cheongseowon is the place that connects the tradition of Korean calligraphy."

"There was such a place.”

"Many of the calligraphers and groups in Korea were taught at Cheongseowon."

"But why aren't you going now?"

"When my teacher was there, I went there once every two years and got together, but now that you're gone, it's a little bit less."

Jong-seok opened his mouth at Cho Kyu-soo's words.

"I'd like to go there once."

I wonder if it is a place that connects the tradition of Korean calligraphy. Cho Kyu-soo said with a smile at the remark.

"Then let's have a meeting at Cheongseo-won next time after a long time."

"That'll be fine, too."

When the members agreed, Cho Kyu-soo turned his head toward Jong-seok.

"I will contact Cheongseowon when the meeting is decided. Do you have time?"

"I'm a freshman, so I'm not particularly busy on weekends. And weekdays are fine after 5 p.m."

"Okay. Then we'll call you then. ··?? You can have dinner now."

When Cho Kyu-soo winked at the lady behind her, she lowered her head and went out.

And after a while, the food began to be put on the table.

Jong-seok gently asked Moon Jae-chul to talk while the people who had finished their meal drank tea.

"Okay."

Moon Jae-cheol left the room with Jong-seok, showing some curiosity about talking separately.

Jong-seok, standing on a well-organized path with Moon Jae-chul, spoke quietly.

"You know Congressman Huh Pyung-ji, right?"

"What does Mr. Lee do to Rep. Huh?”

Looking at Moon Jae-chul, who looked at him in a strange way, Jong-seok talked about his relationship with Heo Pyeong-ji.

"Oh! I see. Rumor has it that you do volunteer work in places with good feng shui across the country, but then you met him. So, did you decide on a path toward oriental medicine under the influence of Rep. Huh?”

Jong-seok nodded at Moon Jae-chul, who asked the same question as Cho Kyu-soo.

"I've seen him go around with him and help you with saliva, moxibustion, and herbs. I chose my career path because I was impressed with what I could do to help even if I didn't have medicine."

"It's not that herbs are ineffective, but it's better to treat them with medicine. Drugs are proven by modern science."

"I know that, too. But there were some people who had a hard time going to the hospital in the countryside.”

"Then are you thinking of doing volunteer work later?”

"I like helping people."

"That's a good idea. Then why don't you join us when we go to Nakdo Island to volunteer at our hospital?"

"I haven't been able to perform such medicine yet, ··"

There's plenty of medicine. However, there is no state-approved license.

Moon Jae-chul smiled and shook his head at Jong-seok's words.

"I'm not asking you to do medical work. It's also a service to go listen to adults and help them, and to run errands for medical staff."

"Oh! Then please contact me when you go to volunteer work. I want to go and see."

"Let's do that."

Moon Jae-chul looked at Jong-seok as if he was proud.

"But why did you talk about Heo?"

"I heard about my grandfather and the principal from the principal.”

"Oh, my, Song-hak, he said useless things.”

Jong-seok said, looking at Moon Jae-cheol, who shook his head in a small way.

"So I thought I should tell the director that my grandfather and I know each other."

Moon Jae-chul laughed at Jong-seok's words while looking at him.

At the time, Heo was desperate and his wife was very sick. Also, I am ashamed to say that modern medicine could not cure all diseases, and Rep. Heo's proposal was also beyond the reach of modern medicine. So it can't be helped that Huh is angry. A family that has to watch the sick person can be more painful than a sick person."

"You understand.”

"When I work at a hospital, I often see desperate and painful people. Sometimes there are people who bring their swords with them and say they'll kill them if they don't keep them alive, so Heo's anger wasn't directed at me, but against himself who couldn't do anything."

Looking at Moon Jae-chul, Jong-seok said,

"My grandmother's been feeling much better these days.”

"Good thing."

Moon Jae-chul, who was talking, looked at Jong-seok.

"You must be worried about my relationship with Senator Heo."

"I like both director Moon and grandpa."

Moon Jae-chul opened his mouth after a while at Jong-seok's words.

"By the way, Heo is a grandfather and why am I a director?"

Jong-seok said while looking at Moon Jae-chul, who seemed a little disappointed.

"Do you want me to call you grandpa?"

"I'd love that, too. I feel more friendly."

"But how can I call you grandpa when he's treating me with respect?”

Moon Jae-chul, who was looking at Jong-seok, smiled and nodded.

"That's true, too. Well, ··."."

Moon Jae-chul looked around and said a little.

"Shall we make ourselves comfortable when we're together?”

"That would be good for me."

"Yes. Then when you're two, call me Grandpa. I'll call you Jong-seok, not Mr. Lee."

"Okay, Grandpa."

At Jong-seok's words, Moon Jae-chul said while looking at Jong-seok happily.

"My friends will envy me if they know I'm at ease like Jong-seok, grandfather and grandson."

"Then should other people call you grandpa, too?”

Moon Jae-chul shook his head.

"I guess that's what I'd call it."

"Okay."

Moon Jae-chul, who laughed and talked, asked Jong-seok.

"Do you go to Rep. Huh's hospital?”

"You do have some medicine.”

"Chinese medicine?"

"You're taking oriental medicine, but I've seen some generic drugs.

"Then you seem to go to the hospital."

Moon Jae-chul, who was thinking for a while, nodded and looked at Jong-seok.

"After my meeting today, I'll have to see Rep. Huh."

"Today?"

"Now that I have an idea, I'll have to move. And since Heo's wife was also my patient, I think we should meet her and check her condition. Go in."

Jong-seok turned to Moon Jae-chul's words.

Moon Jae-chul, who was watching Jong-seok go, took out his cell phone and searched Huh's number.

And Moon Jae-chul, who hesitated for a while, called. And the phone was connected on the line.

What's the matter?

Moon Jae-chul breathed heavily in the voice of Heo Pyong-ji, who was a bit stiff, and continued to talk to him over the phone.

***

After a meal with members of Moon Bang-woo, Jong-seok saw them off and was facing Kim Sook-soo.

"How are you feeling?"

Kim smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's gentle grip.

"The body is the same as it used to be."

Jong-seok smiled at Kim's words and felt a bit of a quiver.

'You've lost the fire you were pressing on your chest.’

"You must be happy with your bright face these days."

"There's nothing to worry about, so there's nothing wrong with it. And with Jong-seok taking the medicine you gave me, I feel much lighter."

"It's good to see the effects on my body. What about exercise?

"After taking the medicine, I'm doing what you told me."

"It's not working, is it?"”

"It's like listening, dropping, listening, and dropping."

Jong-seok nodded at Kim's words. I taught him how to play hard to get for his health.

However, it is not easy to follow the instructions, so it would be better than not to.

At least if you drop the ball, it will be an exercise that you bend over to pick it up.

"Yes, congratulations on your admission."

"Thank you."

"And this, ··"

Kim Sook-soo pushed something on the table. It looked like leather, but it was rolled up.

"Try it out."

When I saw the stalks rolled up in Kim's words, I saw the leather strap tied up and untied it.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

When I released the leather, there were knives in it.

It contained six knives, ranging from a large dining knife to a raw fish knife, to a regular knife, to what appeared to be an overstatement.

"It's an entrance gift."

"?··· ???"

Kim Sook-soo smiled at Jong-seok's words and took out a thick iron knife.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Looking at the iron kitchen knife that is pulled out with a sharp sound, said Kim.

"It's like a knife used by transshipment chefs."

"Ah!"

When Jong-seok looked at the knife, Kim said.

"Try to touch it."

At the words of Kim, Jong-seok received an iron knife and held it in his hand.

"It's heavy."

"It's a knife made by beating the iron. A good knife makes the ingredients taste good."

Jong-seok, nodding his head, looked at the handle of the ironed meal knife. The handle had a little scratch on it, which made the grip feel good.

"It's because you're not used to it yet, but if you use it, it'll stick to your hand."

"Thank you."

"Now that you've got the knife, can you cook a dish?"

"I want to try."

At Jong-seok's words, Kim brought him to the kitchen.

said Kim, who saw the ingredients in the kitchen refrigerator.

"Make it out of these ingredients."

At Kim's words, Jong-seok took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and started cooking.

'You're really good with knives. And it's heavy, so if you put it along the grain, it just feels like it's being cut off.’

Jong-seok, who made dishes using different types of knives, extended it to Kim.

Kim Sook-soo, who enjoyed Jong-seok's cooking, taught him how to manage the iron knife.

One of the reasons why iron knives are not used well these days was that they are rusty.

That's why you have to take good care of it.

Jong-seok, who received a laptop and a meal knife set as an entrance gift, returned home pleasantly.

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