Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

Shit-hungry ghosts are still shit-hungry ghosts.

I think cats and cats (maomao) make it.

(What may I recall)

Zhao Too (Cho) was joyfully moving his brush as he made a takobu on his head. What this shitty hungry ghost wanted was paper and brush, not like toys, unexpectedly.

The brush did what the cat and cat had, and the paper was dramatically high. Is it because it originally came from a good place? You can tell the difference between crude and luxury goods in a paper shop. No, I didn't want this to be too expensive at the store.

Of course, such luxury, I don't let cats and cats, so I chose something of inferior quality but sufficient to use and bought it.

Paper is expensive as a consumable but not as expensive as you can't afford it. Every time, I think it would be cheaper if it became more popular.

Seeing Zhao Too holding a bunch of paper happily, he forgave him with one fist bone shot for now.

When I go back to Green Green Hall, that's why Zhao Too paints something definitely. As a cat and cat, I'm busy dispensing the abortion and cold medications I was asked to. Today I ask the tea hickey whores and the near-old vultures not to be evil, and cage them in the pharmacy.

I made the medicine I was asked to, went to deliver it to the brothel in the spare room, and I was just returning.

(What?

The front door (entrance) is crowded. Prostitutes, vultures, and besides that, the men were gathered together.

When I glanced at something, there was a hungry ghost at the center of it that seemed busy.

Did you make fun of him, and the cat and cat head to Zhao Too on a fast foot. When I pulled the crowd apart and stood in front of the shitty hungry ghost, there was a streamlined line dancing on white paper.

"What? We're waiting for the order."

"What are you doing?

Zhao Too had placed a piece of paper instead of a tablecloth (table) and painted a picture of the board he wanted to flatten. In front of Zhao Too, a soft-faced whore sits right on the chair.

"What are you painting?"

Move and draw the brush sarcastically. There was a beauty there with a little color on the whore in front of her.

"Yes, you can"

Zhao Too holds a pimple of paper as he lays his brush on top of the ink pot. The prostitute who became the subject (model) took her wallet out of her pocket, turning from face to smile and saying "Oh".

"Maido"

When he received five beautiful pieces of money, which were not, Zhao Too put them into his nostalgia. It's just a hungry man's allowance.

"I'm next."

One of the men sits in a chair. What are you playing at without even watching? If she finds you, she'll get a cage.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I don't have any more paper. I'm going to get it now, tomorrow."

"What? Okay, I've been waiting for you!

"Sorry. Yo. Tomorrow I'll be the first to write in front of a man. Come on."

Much, much used to it.

So I just ran and headed towards the paperhouse again.

You mean I did buy a bunch of ten but it's gone already?

Looks like the three of us are the only ones who got sketches done here. That's all I get.

(I can't believe I had that stunt)

The cat and cat peered into the sketch as she pounded and put on the back of her neck.

"You guys! What are you doing?

I can hear the screams of a squeamish woman, and the face of the face I've been doing soothingly turns blue.

"Get ready for the store, the guests will run away."

The whores, the vultures and the men scattered like spider children because the women were what they called them as they shook up the bamboo brook.

The cat and cat just tried to get back to their place, but their skeletal hands grabbed the shoulders of the cat and cat.

"What is it, woman?"

"It's not what it is, that hungry ghost. Don't spoil it because you're getting alimony for how much you keep."

"It's the woman who's selling the money."

For some reason, the gold received is kept by the woman. To some extent, it has something to do with Zhao Too doing whatever he wants at Green Green Hall. But even though I'm a child, I can't let a man live in a brothel, and I can't break into a long house where a man lives. In the end, I live in a cat and cat abaya.

"I have to pay for the place."

(Greedy woman)

I didn't mean to put it in my mouth, but wonder and a woman's fist fell on the head of a cat and cat.

"Look, you clean up those brushes and ink pots."

"Why?"

If you don't do it, it's locust juice today.

(This bitch)

The cat and cat began to clean up the shaved ink kettle, holding their heads down.

In the evening, the cat and cat saw Zhao Too back home with a grumpy face.

Zhao Too had a bunch of scratchy paper from where he borrowed his brush again.

"Scabble, brush where?

"I don't do it to guys who don't clean up anymore"

Turn your back a lot and put some firewood in your pocket. Cats and cats weave their upper hangings. When the sun goes down, it gets cold all at once.

"Don't beat it."

"Kachi gave up his wife."

The cat and cat stir the earthen pot, shrug the porridge inside and put it in their mouth. Add salt because it doesn't taste a bit.

"She says she'll pay for the place."

"I know, 'cause this time I'm gonna do it more elsewhere"

Hearing the words, cats and cats frown. Snuggle your eggs into the earthen pot and stand in front of Zhao Too, who lays them down and relaxes on top of them. Stay on your mid back and watch Zhao Too.

"What the fuck?

"Even if you pay for the place, just around the Green Green Hall. Don't go away from the men. You can't go shopping for more paper by yourself."

"Mm-hmm, you're on my own"

The cat and cat grabbed Zhao Too's head, who turned away. Forcing him to turn his face for a long time.

"If you want to be a meat chunk, you can do whatever you want."

"Are you hungry?

Stick around. The word 'meat chunks' is no joke. It's a soothing green and blue house, but this is a flower district. Originally, it's a place where the tables and backs of the capital get mixed up.

The cat and cat gently show the window of the house. I pointed out from the gap in the badly built door.

"You're gonna tease me like that."

Lights are floating in the sun from the gap.

He wears clothes from his head and has lanterns in his hands. At first glance, she seems like a normal woman.

Zhao Too stood up after making a noise.

I guess I saw it from afar. The face of the missing night hawk. The lowest level of play women, who do not have a decent lodging and can only take guests on the side of the road, tend to come all over their bodies in the form of STDs. I can't hold it long enough, but I still have to take a man to make money for dinner today.

I guess I live here because my uncle had a Buddhist heart.

I think cats and cats do annoying things for me.

"This is not a beautiful place. If there's a hungry ghost with money, there's a lot of people out there who can kill him and take him away."

If you don't want to die, listen to me.

Zhao Too pointed his lips all the way and snorted as he moistened his eyes slightly.

"If you know what I mean, we're just gonna eat and go to bed."

With that said, the cat and cat groveled the porridge once more as they sat in front of it.

The next morning, when the cat and cat woke up, Zhao Too was already awake.

Something sounded like I was doing something, and when I saw it, the paper was scattered over the table. Zhao Too was moving his brush firmly.

(That hungry ghost on his own...)

The cat and cat got up to drop even one of their fist bones. Then a piece of paper, something painted, fell from the table.

(Hmm?)

Pick it up in surprise.

There was a fine painting of a bug there.

That painted a number of them in a realistic (real) way, and it made me sick enough to watch them.

(Reminds me of that)

A woman who liked bugs, no, a daughter who was a queen.

My daughter, who was named Kitsui (Sisui), also said that she painted it this way.

I watched with a little sogginess.

"Done -"

Suddenly Zhao Too stood up.

Stand in front of a cat and cat with a piece of paper in your hand.

It's done.

"What is it?"

"This is it, this is it"

Show me some paper.

There were two bugs, locusts, painted there. I can tell they are both locusts, but their shape is subtly different.

"I can't remember it well, but I think it was this. I think I saw this with the story of going rogue."

In vague terms, the painting was very clear.

"This one's a normal locust. It's a locust when it's broken down there."

"Is that true?

"Probably. By the way."

Zhao Tuo's memory remains lost. But are you remembering by the way? When that happened, there were many inconveniences, but on the other hand there were more important things than that.

Two types of locusts.

Cats and cats thought we needed to find out more about this.

There is a locust.

This is one of the natural disasters that destroys the country, which is that it is eaten up by a large swarm of insects.

The damage to crops caused by pests is significant each year, but in the case of locusts, it is not the ratio. The locust devours all things. It means eating even rough rope and grass shoes in terrible years.

I don't know how it works, but it happens every few years. It just hasn't happened since the reign of the present emperor.

The cat and cat think there is no way that the reign of the emperor is great today, and therefore the heavens do not cause locust plagues. I guess I just didn't happen to come anyway.

Then, if the first locust plague occurs in this world, that is all the opportunity to test the emperor's power. I just punished a family of the most powerful children in this country the other day.

This is not a good time (timing).

And if there be locust plagues here, let him consider them a heavenly punishment for the destruction of the family of sons.

(Yeah, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter)

It should be, but the cat and cat were headed to a bookstore in the city if they noticed.

(I don't think so)

When I saw the precise Zhao Too painting, I remembered.

I've seen paintings like that before.

Cats and cats enter stores lined with books on the table.

When the chirp and the bell ring, the master, like a figurine in the back, meets lightly. That's about it, and I'm back in a position where I don't know if I'm here or not.

The books inside are mostly loaned or used. The brand new is also sold, but it is a luxury product, so it is hardly necessary if it is not an order.

(There can't be.)

All we have here is, by and large, what we call vulgarity, such as reading popular novels or spring paintings. Still, there's an occasional excavation. I tried...

……

The cat and cat rubbed their eyes.

I don't know, something convenient about this.

I was pulling my cheek unintentionally.

"Father, can I take a look at this for a second?

The cat and cat offered a book overlapping the owner's desk.

"Uh, uh."

Cat and cat receive an unspeakable reply and take the book in their hands.

It was a thick book. The cover shows a picture of a bird.

(You're lying)

No, it can't be. But it's actually possible.

There were many bird paintings and explanations in the book, and by the way, after I wrote them.

"What's wrong with this?

"Um, yesterday, I came to sell"

That was an unmotivated reply.

"Anything else you've come to sell?

"That's just one book. But he said he'd be back."

The face of the cat and cat shimmers.

This was the second time a cat and cat had taken the book.

Yes, it was the exact same book I saw then.

A room often brought to me by Zicui and imprisoned. It was one of the books I found there.