A Returning Genius Farmer Grows Money Indefinitely

But today it was not. He skipped the sign language and grabbed the monk Maehwa’s wrist.

They headed to the silent room.

Ju Ji Yeon-hwa sign language with rough hand gestures.

[I came to hear the story from Mr. Kim Deok-myeong. Is that true?]

[I don’t know what you’re talking about]

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Monk Maehwa was not disturbed when he saw the unusual lord. He gestured without changing his expression.

[Didn’t you promise not to do that?]

[What do you mean?]

[I’m starting to get annoyed today. I’m talking about sleeping next to the beehive]

[That plum blossom also started beekeeping]

It was a fact that Ju Ji Yeon-hwa also knew. The elder monk took special care of plum blossoms.

It was because he was the only nun to inherit the great monk’s punishment.

Yeonhwa couldn’t even go to the bee because she was afraid, but Maehwa survived there for a week. After the old monk passed away, she took over the beekeeping.

Sometimes there was a nun who wanted to learn.

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Maehwa did her homework just like the old monk did, and things happened every time.

The accident happened to those who lived there alone.

Even the governor Yeon-hwa did not know what had happened there. I didn’t even want to know exactly. I like honey, but hate bees.

Kim Deok-myeong was not a member of the temple. I didn’t expect him to do this.

[Even if Kim Deok-myeong learns beekeeping, he wanted to learn it lightly. He is not even a nun in our temple. It’s not right to have him do that.]

[The beekeeping of the branch manager is not something that can be done lightly. To be honest, it was a decision I made after much deliberation. Every monk in Jijangsa said something to me. It is true that he did something we are grateful for. I don’t want to give you any special treatment.]

Ju Ji Yeon-hwa looked at the plum with a face full of anger. Any other bhikkhu could break his stubbornness at once.

The plum was different. Although she was young and of low status, her words took precedence when it came to punishment.

It was also the advice of the great monk. Besides, she was the only one who could raise bees and produce honey.

[All of them are following the teachings of the great monk. If he passes the test, he plans to pass on all the skills and sell the bees. I want to check if I have the qualifications for that]

At Plum Blossom’s words, the governor was silent.

Yeon-hwa knew that it was useless to say more.

Although she always had a shy face, she was very stubborn. Even the governor himself was hard to beat.

Yeon-hwa thought that the plum blossom was the fault of the great monk. She quietly left the main hall.

Kim Deok-myung decided that he couldn’t do it. He felt that drying him was the only thing he could do.

* * *

The governor is back. It was a look that didn’t go well.

“You look bad.”

“I’ll tell you in a nutshell.”

“That’s right.”

“Reject Maehwa-sama’s offer.”

“May I know why?”

“Monk Maehwa was the only disciple of the great monk. The great monk was the former governor. He was a very unique person. You are also the first person to start beekeeping.”

According to her, the elder monk sought someone to learn beekeeping rather than the master before he died.

As a way to find out their qualities, I gave them homework to eat and sleep with bees.

There were several hopefuls, and Monk Maehwa was one of them. Monk Maehwa was the only passerby.

The problem occurred to the rest of the nuns who participated in the test. All participants except Maehwa said that they all left the temple.

They said that they went down to the world and became deaf or went crazy. After that, the same thing was repeated once or twice and it was banned.

The governor’s eyes trembled when he said that some had committed suicide.

“It is not a problem to go with Maehwa. But everyone who was there alone had problems.”

“Can’t you figure out why? Didn’t you say something before you left the temple?”

I asked out of curiosity.

“They said it was a problem with bees.”

“Is the bee a problem?”

“I said it was something different than usual. They are strange bees.”

“What is strange?”

“I don’t know more than that.”

Also, the punishment was different. The reason the honey tastes different was also the reason the bees were different. I was curious about what was going on and what was the problem.

It was an unexpected scenario, but it was interesting.

“Because you say that, I want to do more.”

“What do you mean? Are you sure you have listened to what I have said so far?”

“I heard you right.”

“What are you going to do if something happens?”

She was completely excited. It wasn’t as rational as usual. Perhaps there was someone she loved among those who went crazy then.

“Sir, calm down and listen to me.”

“You tell me.”

“Did the monks have a means of communication when that happened?”

“It was not.”

I picked up my phone and said.

“If there is a problem, we will contact you at any time.”

“Even though.”

“I didn’t come here without studying bees. It is winter season now. This is the time when the bees go into hibernation. What will hibernating guys do to me?”

“I am not talking about common sense.”

“Then what problem are you talking about? Does that mean that being there is not a bee, but a goblin?”

“It’s not like that, but…”

The governor was silent. He knew well that if he said one more word, he would look like a crazy person.

She seemed to have found her reason at that moment.

“It sounds like I was overly excited.”

“Then you will allow it.”

“It is a condition of daily contact.”

“Hold on to your concerns.”

I decided to leave in two days. The governor nagged me whenever he saw me. He was a person with a cute corner than I thought.

* * *

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On the morning of the departure, I had some time with Kahi.

She was looking at me with sad eyes.

Rumors were circulating in the temple.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Are you going to dry me?”

“What did you hear?”

“I have ears to hear. I am not covering my ears like anyone else.”

She said that and held out her hand. He had two chocolate bars in his hand.

“eat this.”

“Where am I from?”

“Just take it.”

I held the chocolate bar in my hand. There was food in the backpack for three days and two nights.

I put the chocolate bar in the bag and told Kahi.

“You are doing well. Don’t crash.”

“You are doing well. Don’t crash!”

she shouted like a whimper.

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Now she looks a bit like Jung Ga-hee. A group of nuns were walking behind Kahi.

It was Monk Maehwa and Monk Myeonhwa, the youngest monk of Jijangsa.

“Here, take this.”

The cotton monk gave me a shawl he woven himself.

“thank you. I will write well.”

“take care.”

Looking back, I have had a sore throat since before. I looked around and saw all the nuns in Jijangsa came out to see me.

At the highest point, I saw the master monk. She kept pretending to make a phone call by hand.

Everyone had wet dew on their eyes.

“I’ll be fine.”

I cried out in a loud voice.

Everyone waved their hands. I even felt a sense of drowsiness. Come to think of it, Kahi, who had just been nearby, was nowhere to be seen. I looked at every corner of the queue. A man was seen squatting at the edge of the eaves, covered in tears.

it was kahee I just had heartache, and now I burst into tears.

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Master Maehwa was leading the way.

I quietly followed her.

deep mountain cliff edge

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Maehwa’s stamina was amazing. Even calling it a Jirisan squirrel would have been a no-brainer.

It was even more surprising that she was carrying only one backpack on her back. The frayed old backpack was full of stomach.

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My backpack, which had to endure 3 days and 2 nights in the mountains, was also full of emergency food, sleeping bags and clothes. Even so, I had no idea what was in her bag.

The plum did not look back and staggered forward like a rabbit. It felt like Alice in Wonderland.

I had no idea the road would be so long and difficult.

“Shall we go get some rest?”

Without realizing it, I shouted out loud.

We walked for over an hour without a break.

It wasn’t that I asked to rest because it was too hard. The path she was walking was not an official hiking trail. It was almost impossible to tell the exact length. The first thing I thought was that I had to learn the terrain a little bit.

I speeded up. It was like being a rabbit hunter.

“Plum monk.”

He carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. It was embarrassing to have physical contact with a nuns, but now was not the time to discuss things like that.

It was better than having a hard time finding a way later.

When her hand touched her slender shoulder, she turned her head in amazement.

I raised my hands and shook my head. I took a pose saying it wasn’t intentional and started writing on paper.

[Can’t we rest for a while?]

She read the text and nodded quietly. I looked around to find a seat. There was still a lot of snow in the deep mountains.

He beckoned to find a suitable place. She and I sat down.

I took the sweet potato out of the bag. It was roasted sweet potato for breakfast. The warmth was still there.

“Please eat.”

I handed her a sweet potato. I also grabbed a sweet potato and took a bite.

I am thirsty because I ate suddenly.

“Mommy.”

She gave me a thermos and said. I heard the voice for the first time. It sounded like a child who was just starting to learn the last words.

Drinking water made me feel lighter. Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this relaxed.

As soon as the dried persimmon farming was over, I entered Jijangsa Temple.

Life here was more difficult than farming dried persimmons. It was like hell training.

The head monk told me a strange story, but frankly, the hike for 3 days and 2 nights was attractive.

I thought it was going to be a solo trip. So far it has been sprinting. I didn’t think it was a bad idea to spend time alone. I was confident that no matter what was going on there, I wouldn’t panic.

The worst in the world was me who experienced all the worst. It even went through a great deal of regression. Even if you meet a ghost, you won’t be embarrassed.

The wind from the forest cleared my head.

I wrote on paper.

[How did you start beekeeping?]

I showed her a note. He looked as bright as a child while holding a sweet potato and reading.

[I feel at ease when I am with bees]

It was the beginning of a natural conversation. As of today, she seemed to open her heart to me.

That’s how the conversation with Maehwa began.

[What kind of honey?]

It was one of the things I was most curious about. Unlike western bees, native bees cannot gather nectar from a single flower.

This is because mobile beekeeping is impossible because it is sensitive to the environment. All of the acacia honey and chestnut honey we are familiar with are honey harvested by Western bees.

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Native bees produce nectar from various flowers. So, instead of smelling like one flower, it smells of different flowers at the same time.

However, the honey harvested by the bees she was raising contained the energy of the forest. The scent of flowers was subtle. The sweetness was also significantly different from other honey.

[It’s nectar honey]

[I know that nectar honey is not easily obtained honey]

[You know about nectar honey]

She smiled and looked at me.

I knew it because I studied natural substances when I was an advertising designer.

Persimmon (甘露) was dew on the moon persimmon. Dew that is said to fall from the sky.

Usually, it was honey produced by worker bees ingesting and digesting the juice in a barren environment. It is said that it tastes like a 30-fold condensed blast furnace broth.

It is famous for its powerful antioxidant action compared to ordinary honey. It is honey that is sold at a high price in Europe and North America as well.

However, there is a disadvantage that continuous production is impossible. Bees are basically looking for flowers. Sucking the tree sap was the last resort of choice when there were no flowers.

As expected, it was clear that the bees she kept were different from ordinary bees.

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My heart pounded at the thought of getting her bee for sale.

When I told her what I knew, her attitude changed. It seems that he felt that he was not a person who came to learn beekeeping blindly.

When he said that nectar honey is the perfect gift from nature, he also showed a pleasant smile. I posed a personal question to my friend.

[Why did you leave?]

Her face, as beautiful as a plum, hardened in an instant. The flower that bloomed without knowing winter seemed to freeze in an instant.

After a while she picked up a pen. She explained the reason for leaving the house in one word.

[This is a relationship report]

Since everything was created by himself, it meant that he also received the karma.

I knew about the story of Monk Maehwa.

I heard the story when I went to visit Grandma Kim Kkotnim, who was the foster mother of Monk Maehwa. Grandma Kim Kkotnim was reluctant to speak until the end.

At that time, I was curious about everything related to Monk Maehwa. Only after making an oath to keep the secret could I hear the details.

Grandma Kim Kkotnim spoke heavily. Monk Maehwa was a distant relative of his grandmother. After all of her family died, she said she accepted her as an adopted daughter.

The tragic incident resulted in the death of all family members. It was an accompanying suicide. Who in the family did this for what reason, even the grandmother said that she did not know.

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Only Plum Hwa survived. He said he would have survived because he couldn’t hear. He said he was a kid who liked to play alone.

He said that he was also excellent at hiding like a cat, bringing tears to his eyes.

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Monk Maehwa was not only speechless, she was a woman with indescribable sadness.

Grandma was convinced that the plum didn’t know about it. At the time of the incident, she was too young. It meant that he had a disability and would not have known.

He said he had never told anyone. She asked me again.

The thought of using the secret is not to even dream.

I had no intention of doing such a stupid thing. He believed that other methods would be sufficient to convince her.

In the end, the method I chose was half successful.

When I was alone with her in a quiet forest, the curiosity I had in my heart was just revived.

I didn’t ask any more. I thought if I had to ask, I wouldn’t answer.

As she said, she thought it was her own homework that fate had created.

After a while, it was my turn to face the homework I had to solve.

* * *

After winding the mountain road, the last place we reached was a cliff. It felt more dangerous than I thought that I had finally arrived.

She entered a small cave at the edge of the cliff. I never thought there would be a place like this in the depths of Mt. Jirisan.

The entrance was narrow and small. It was just big enough to fit in by bending over. I followed her into the cave.

The inside of the cave was wider and more comfortable than expected. The hives were neatly laid out in the cave. There were over twenty log hives. It was quite large.

I wrote my impressions on paper.

[Incredible. I didn’t know you could raise bees in a place like this.]

[This is the space the great monk discovered]

Speaking of big monks, he was the one who had heard of Yeonhwa. He was the first person to start beekeeping here.

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Monk Maehwa began to unpack his bag. I didn’t ask what was inside the bag.

She pulled a yellowish object from her bag.

It wasn’t just one or two.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote it down.

[What is that?]