I searched the Internet.
The writing that goes into Shinju was written by Hyeon-go students, but I didn't know what it was about.
I'm looking for more Internet, and I got a call from Hwang Byung-chul, who opened a draft beer bar at Geumjeong Station's food alley.
"Junsik? It's me." It's Byung-chul."
"Oh, Byung-chul!"
"You're not coming for a visit? Come visit me once with the Virgin Mary."
"Yes, I'll go if I have time. Business is good, isn't it?"
"I'm getting by. It was shiny at first, but now it's a status quo.”
"Self-employed people these days are said to be successful if they keep the status quo."
"Really? Haha. It's about labor costs. I'm hanging up the phone now that a guest is here."
"Oh, yeah."
Byung-chul's call reminded me of the philosophy museum at Geumjeong Station.
"On the opening day, there was a philosophy museum in a building where I was drunk and went to pee... ...but people in the building must know Chinese characters well!"
I decided to go to Geumjeong Station to see Byung-chul's face and to ask him how to write a new note in the philosophy museum.
I went to Philosophy Hall at Geumjeong Station around 4 p.m. Looking closely, the sign was Hyeon-deok Philosophy Hall.
I opened the door and went in.
An old man in an improved hanbok sat down. It also had the atmosphere of a psychic.
"Welcome. Are you here to see the fortune teller?”
"That's not it... I'd like to ask about the new shares."
"Shinju?"
The old man's face, a tactician who greeted me with a smile, quickly turned into a stiff face.
"You mean the ancestral shrine?”
"Yes, I came to see you because I had nowhere to ask."
The old man's face, an acrobat, was straightened out again.
"Ho, there's a young man who knows how to find his ancestors. It's a pleasure to see you these days. Please sit in the front chair."
I sat on the chair.
"Who is the new owner?"
"Grandma."
"Ho, Grandma! My paternal grandmother?"
"That's me... I'm trying to create a new piece of my grandmother that I respect, not a real one."
"Dear Grandma?”
I told her the truth because I thought an old man would know Grandma Baek. Baek.
"Yes, Mrs. Baek is a good stock investor. Have you heard about the eldest son Baek in Myeong-dong?”
"Grandmother Baek? Oh, the brother or sister of General Baek Sun-yup?”
The old man who was an acrobat knew Mrs. Baek. But he didn't seem to know in detail.
"The young man is a relative of this grandmother?”
He equivocated his answer because he thought it would be strange for a non-relatives person to ask him to write the new shares.
"Yes, he, he is."
"Are you trying to use it for your own use?"”
"Yes, he, he is."
"If you write it on paper as a ritual, it's a local paper, and if you put it in a wooden frame, it becomes a new state complex. You want to know how to use that fat?”
"Yes, he, he is."
"I know I'm writing, but I'm not good at writing calligraphy..."
I was just glad to hear that my old man, a tactician, knows how to write.
"All you have to do is write it."
The old man, a tactician, took out a brush pen on white paper.
"What's your name?”
"You mean that? I'm Choi Joon-sik."
The old man, the tactician, opened his eyes wide.
"No, you said you were going to serve Baek's grandmother. Your last name is Choi? So Mrs. Baek's maternal side?”
"Well, it is."
The tactician uncle glanced over me slowly.
He seemed to tilt his head, but he still grabbed the pen.
"Where Mr. Baek?"
I was embarrassed. I didn't know where Grandma Baek was. Baek was.
As I stuttered, the tactician said with a smile.
"Most of them are Suwon Paik, so I think they are Suwon Paik. I think I've heard that General Baek Sun-yup is also a Suwon Paik."
"Yes, I think so, too."
"What's Mrs. Baek's name?"
There was something I found out about on the Internet.
"It's Heeyeop. It's Baek Heeyeop's grandmother."
"Which Hee-ja, what Yup-ja?"
"Well, that's..."
"I'm going to use a joyous and a glimmering leaf. I use this word a lot in my name.”
"Well, it is."
An old man who is an acrobat wrote for me.
[ [((( (Legend of the Royal Ancestral Monastery Baek Clan)]
"Read the Queen Mother, Baek, and Hui-yeop."
"Oh, is that so?"
"You have to put it on the wall and burn incense to find the spirit of Mrs. Baek. And then we'll have a meal at the memorial service. Hut-hut."
"But what would you do with the fat if someone other than your maternal grandmother participated in the memorial service?"
"That's what you can write as an old lady without her looks."
"Please write that one, too."
The old man, the tactician, rewrote me a page.
[ [((( (currently Lady Insuwon Baek Huiyeop)]
"Once upon a time, I bowed down in front of the district, called out demons and burned them after the ritual. I said I'd keep it. Even now, it's probably the same in the traditional family."
Then he folded the fat and put it in an envelope and gave it to me.
"Go, thank you. How much is the reward?”
"What a case! I haven't even seen a fortune teller! Let's go. I'm glad young people are looking for tradition."
"Thank you."
I bowed to my uncle, a tactician, so that my waist touched the ground.
When I came out, I felt so sorry for the uncle. I bought a box of drinks and went back to the office. I just ran away when the uncle said something.
I felt good.
"That's enough. If you stick this to the wall and bow every day, Grandma Baek will appear. And they'll give you advice on how to invest.”
I stopped by Hwang Byung-chul's shop.
There were quite a few customers in the shop. I think it was because it was Friday and it was dinner time.
I only saw Hwang Byung-chul's face briefly and came back to Sillim-dong. Starting this evening, I was going to put the fat on the wall and pray. I'm asking you to let me meet Mrs. Baek, not a pig's dream.
"Would I buy incense, too?"”
I went to the mart and bought the incense for the memorial service.
"With all my heart, Grandma Baek will appear in my dream and hold my hand."
When I put fat on my room and smoked incense, my mom opened the door.
"What's this smell? Did you smoke mosquito repellent?
"Yes? Yes! Yes."
"The mosquito repellents are strong!"
Mom didn't have much doubt about it.
I worked as a doctor and begged my grandmother to be deceptive every day. I stole. But after three months, my grandmother didn't show up.
"I've done this, but I still can't find it. Today is already the 100th day!"
Nearly 100 days after writing fat and bowing, the heartless grandmother did not show up.
"Is there a message in front of you at all? 'Grandmother's star is interested in you.' Well, like this!'
Even if she didn't show up in her dream, she had saved about 5 million won by working on the construction of the doctor's office.
I wasn't doing the stock because I decided to do the full-scale stock work after the doctor's job.
On the 100th day of bowing to the countryside, grandmother Baek finally appeared in her dream.
Although there was no clear outline due to her blurry face, she must have said she was Mrs. Baek.
"Why do you look for me every day?"
My grandmother was short and chubby. I really knew English, so I was wearing a Time magazine next to me.
"Oh, Grandma!"
But my grandmother was vague and disappeared into the fog.
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