Farming Druid - Chapter 85



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085. Can I have some makgeolli?

The snake’s lair created enough space for the human woman to breathe comfortably.

It was very painful as he stretched his tail into my windpipe.

* * *

The python opened its mouth wide as it listened to the snake’s story.

“omg-?”

The snake tilted its head at the python’s reaction.

‘This guy’s pretty smart, isn’t he?’

When you yawn.

Humans become defenseless.

For women, most yawn without covering their hands in comfortable clothing and in a comfortable home environment.

Even if you have to cover your hands when you’re outside,

The idea that it jumped into my mouth the moment I yawned and stretched was truly amazing.

The snake seemed to finally understand after seeing the body of the subordinate in front of it.

“So, are you saying that you asked that question before the last human woman came out of her mouth?”

Dori Dori―

“No―. When I entered the prayer, I dropped a drop of poison.”

“Gram? With someone like you, the poison will spread quickly.”

“Ah, that’s true, but it sprayed poison before it even came out.”

The snake was genuinely surprised.

He was his subordinate, and he had no intention of growing his torso at all.

I solved it because it was suitable for this task.

The snake continued speaking.

“I feel sorry for the man who works at that… … hospital, but I ran away after bumping into his glasses while jumping out… … and I almost got stepped on by people… … and I almost got bitten… … .”

The snake looked towards Korea University Hospital and started talking nonsense.

The snake clicked its tongue at the sight.

“So you were running away from people and came back late?”

“… That’s it.”

The snake in the trunk made a mistake.

“That’s the direction.”

“… … .”

The snake had nothing to say.

No. Why are you pointing in the wrong direction?

Ah. Is it weird that I come all the way here from the border?

* * *

Abel was in trouble.

I couldn’t answer the persistent questions about the snake’s whereabouts.

When you hold your favorite snack and ask for it.

I almost said I knew.

Actually, I don’t know… … .

A snake doesn’t usually say where it’s going.

“You don’t know?”

Kwung―(yeah―)

The tree sighed at Abel’s bark.

I put the duck neck snack into Abel’s mouth.

“Okay, eat. And tell the snake to come in and talk to him for a bit.”

Huh? (Yes?)

Abel was surprised by the Guardian’s words.

Even while eating a snack, I couldn’t take my eyes off my guardian’s back.

Crackle- crackle-

The duck neck snack had a chewy texture.

‘What’s the matter?’

Abel moved to the field with the duck neck snack he was eating in his mouth.

As Abel was looking at the cats, something fell on the bridge of his nose.

Knock-knock-

Water drops falling from the sky.

Abel, realizing that it was rain, quickly gathered the cats.

Wheeing―

The wind also began to blow a little.

The cats quickly fled into the house, and Abel also fled into the house, barking.

Woof woof woof—woof keow—(Guardian—It’s raining!)

At Abel’s bark the tree looked outside.

The sky, which had been bright until just a moment ago, darkened as if it were a lie, and it began to rain.

“Before the autumn harvest… I hope it’s the last rain… .”

Drops of water falling like dots in the yard.

The tree, watching the rain gradually fall heavier, sighed.

“When will the truck come?”

The truck that was supposed to come get the salad vegetables I picked in the morning hadn’t arrived yet.

I was thinking of calling.

Just then I heard the sound of a car pulling up.

Tiing – Again –

As the door opened, two smiling employees wearing hats were unloading a bunch of empty boxes.

“Hello. I’m from Yoon Foods.”

“Yes, hello. Thank you for coming. The harvested vegetables are over here.”

The tree guided them to the place where the vegetables were piled up.

They loaded all the salad greens the trees had harvested during the morning onto the truck.

Finally, after checking the quantity, I didn’t forget to get a signature.

Let them leave.

All that remained in the yard was silence.

No, it was the silence and stillness of the sound of rain falling.

The tree that went into the kitchen boiled water.

Chorrrrrrrr—

I poured hot water into a mug and brewed green tea.

After that.

I was sitting on the beanbag sofa, blankly staring at the raindrops dripping down from the tiled eaves.

It felt like the first quiet moment in a long time.

Jiing— Jiing—

The tree frowned as it looked at the cell phone.

A safety text message from the Ministry of Public Administration and Security indicating that a typhoon is approaching.

I was worried about the rice ears that were ripening well.

“Uh― So… … .”

The panicked tree unconsciously put on a raincoat and headed to the field.

Large raindrops were falling on the rice fields.

The field was quiet.

Only raindrops fall.

The wind was calm.

Sigh-

I found it funny how I had panicked when I received the security text a little while ago.

These fields and paddies were special.

At least it was a place my grandmother had built for people to live in.

He looked around and muttered.

“You don’t have to worry about the rice fields. The fields too… … By the way, are your old man’s rice fields and fields okay?”

The tree, walking home in the rain, looked toward the rice paddies and fields of the neighboring old man’s house.

‘Is it this quiet there too? Or… … .’

The tree that had nodded returned home.

The green tea I brewed a little while ago had cooled down just right.

Hurrup—

I was blankly watching the raindrops fall.

Todok- Todok-

“It’s peaceful… … no, it’s quiet… … .”

* * *

On rainy days, pajeon and makgeolli are the national dish.

In a phone call with Haneum, it is said that it is not raining in Seoul and it is only cloudy.

After ending the call.

A few days ago, I opened a jar of liquor that had been spilled.

“Oh. Can I drink it?”

Makgeolli’s friends are of all kinds.

Plus it’s raining so it’s perfect.

Namoo quickly entered the old house’s kitchen and put the frying powder in a stainless steel bowl.

Add 3 eggs and salt, then pour in water and mix well.

I was thinking of making pajeon and kimchijeon.

Chii-ik- thump-

Pajeon cooked on a small pot lid.

And the camera that captures the scene.

The tree roasted the pajeon in two ways.

First, pour the batter onto the lid of the pot.

A type of green onion pancake made by arranging green onions on top, adding various toppings (seafood) on top, and then pouring batter over it like covering it with a blanket.

Another one is to mix green onions, green chili peppers, and kimchi into the pancake batter.

It was baked by cutting it into large pieces.

The sound of rain while working in the kitchen of my old house had a different charm.

When the pajeon is fully cooked.

After spreading the oil paper on a bamboo basket.

I put one sheet of green onion pancake and one sheet of kimchi pancake on top.

After that.

In old historical dramas, a small table is placed on top of a bamboo basket, and soy sauce is placed on a small piece of paper to dip in.

A jug containing makgeolli was placed on the table.

‘Is the pajeon from the drama ready?’

I was giggling by myself.

It’s been a while since I’ve made pajeon.

Sometimes, I would think of my grandmother’s pajeon and eat it in Seoul, but it didn’t taste like the one I had in the countryside.

Jjatcha-

I picked up the prize and quickly headed to the living room in the main building.

Percussion –

He put down the prize.

The five cats who smelled it and Abel approached.

“You guys aren’t eating it… … Don’t be greedy. If you eat this, your stomach will hurt and you’ll have to go to the hospital.”

At the mention of hospital, the cat and Abel retreated.

I sat at a distance and quietly observed the tree’s behavior.

‘Hmm—it smells good.’

I tore the green onions with chopsticks

I lightly dipped the jeon in soy sauce with sliced ​​green chili peppers and put it in my mouth.

Whoa―

The remaining hot steam came out of his mouth.

After taking a bite, I realized that the tree tasted exactly like the green onion pancakes my grandmother used to make.

“Oh― So it was the difference in materials… … .”

It tasted completely different from what I had eaten in Seoul.

The taste of green onions sold at the supermarket and green onions grown in my grandmother’s field were different.

The sweet taste of the waves and seafood danced on my tongue.

“It’s delicious. It’s delicious.”

The tree picked up the flask and poured its contents into a bowl.

It was a drink made by mixing cider with a glass of makgeolli.

Even though I usually abstain from drinking, I wanted to drink on days like this.

Gulp— Gulp—

Percussion –

When I was young.

After drinking a beverage like this in front of my grandmother.

He said, smiling and handing me the glass.

“Grandma, can I have another drink?”

The tree’s face turned red as it recalled that time.

‘Oh my god – how did I get the nerve to do that?’

It wasn’t a blanket kick, it was just a red face.

My grandmother said this as she played the janggu.

“Oh my. Young customer. You shouldn’t drink too much here. The barmaid will give you some rice cake soup instead of a drink.”

“…I’d like a drink.”

At first it was a joke, but when I asked for a second drink, the grandmother’s expression hardened.

“Stop drinking.”

“yes…….”

Seeing that, I quietly ate the pancake without turning away.

“I miss my grandmother… … .”

The tree poured a bowl of cider-flavored makgeolli and drank it all down.

at that time.

“Oh my, are you drinking alone on a rainy day? My dear grandson, Namu?”

Phew oh my—

The tree spurted the makgeolli in its mouth out toward the porch.

“Hey, tree! When are you going to finish cleaning this up?”

The owner of the voice waved his hand.

Wheeeeeeeeee

All the alcohol that was spilled on the porch has disappeared.

The tree, so surprised by the sight, looked at the woman in front of him.

“Long time no see. My grandson?”

I smiled brightly at the tree that was just blinking its eyes.

She then slumped down in front of the table.

He said, shaking the bottle.

“Hey—there’s nothing. Bring some makgeolli for the grandmother I haven’t seen in a long time.”

The surprised tree just blinked.

Only my grandmother used the word ‘halmi’.

It was exactly like the grandmother I saw in my previous dream when I inherited the guardianship.

“Huh, Grandma?”

“Yeah, that’s your grandmother.”

“No― the appearance is a bit… … .”

The tree didn’t know where to look when it saw the old woman’s youthful appearance.

She was wearing a bright green one-piece dress that exposed her shoulders, and her voluminous hair was left loose.

It was very beautiful.

In addition, the scent of the forest and the scent of the sea wafted at the same time like body odor.

The tree’s expression became hazy.

“Oops―.”

The young grandmother waved her hands.

Charang-

It changed into the appearance of my grandmother who had lived with me until now, with a clear voice.

The grandmother I had wanted to see so badly was standing right in front of me.

“Grandma―. Grandma―.”

The tree hugged the grandmother as if it were a little child.

“Oh my. In the time since I last saw you, a grown man has become a brat. Our tree… … .”

Woof woof—woof woof woof—

Miyaaang― Miyaaang―

Abel was delighted at the arrival of his former guardian, and the five cat brothers gathered around and looked around, wondering who it was.

The tree felt relieved.

The tree, relieved that it had something to lean on, began to shed tears of its own accord.

My grandmother’s wrinkled hands caressed my face.

“Aeg- It’s been hard for you. It’s been hard.”

Grandma’s question.

I nodded, holding back tears that were about to fall.

Nod—

At this moment, I am not a tree looking towards my thirties.

I went back to the tree where I used to tease my grandmother when I was young.

at that time.

The grandmother smiled and opened her mouth, gently pushing away the tree that was hugging her.

“Would you like some of the makgeolli my grandson made?”