A Returning Genius Farmer Grows Money Indefinitely

“Would you like to sell more beeswax candles?”

Father Michael asked with a smile.

“Then it would be better.”

“As I warn you, it will be difficult.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Because I plan to buy a small amount of beeswax candles for personal use.”

He said with a calm expression.

Purchasing items as a group required permission from the Archdiocese.

He said it was something he couldn’t do on his own.

The Catholic Church strictly managed all matters related to money.

It was a group connected with the Holy See in Rome.

It was the power that carried on religion until now.

“Are you disappointed?”

“no.”

It wasn’t unexpected. I just didn’t know it was so tightly controlled.

“I like the wax candles made by Kim Deok-myeong.”

“thank you.”

It was on the way out after talking with Father Michael.

As I was about to leave, he called me.

“Do you have more to say?”

“I want you to get up on your own.”

Father Michael laughed softly.

“I will stand up on my own as the priest said.”

“I wish you luck.”

His words never left my mind.

‘It happens by itself.’

* * *

returned home

to let u know that i been through a lot then i been going non stop with this practice for nothing

My parents and Minseok were waiting for me.

sat down at the dinner table.

to let u know that i been through a lot then i been going non stop with this practice for nothing

Minseok stared at my face.

“I went today, didn’t it go well?”

“no.”

“It’s all written on your face.”

“Did you really see everything?”

“Then you can see everything. Because you never get disappointed.”

His words cheered him up. The taste of rice suddenly changed.

He grabbed a spoon and started eating.

“Eat slowly, I will pretend.”

to let u know that i been through a lot then i been going non stop with this practice for nothing

My mother said with a look that she couldn’t stop.

Then the news was on TV.

The protagonist of the case was an elementary school student.

“Oh, how hungry I am.”

to let u know that i been through a lot then i been going non stop with this practice for nothing

Mother sighed as she watched the news.

I put my spoon down and looked at the screen.

It was a case of a high school freshman girl stealing bread.

The kid who stole the bread left a note.

[sorry. I will definitely pay it back when I become an adult. sorry]

The baker found the girl.

He was not held responsible for the theft.

He said it was his brother’s birthday. I know it’s a bad thing, but he said he wanted to give his brother his favorite bread and asked for forgiveness.

“I wonder if there are still children like that…”

Father sighed and said.

The news had already moved on to other events.

I jumped to my feet.

“what’s the matter? Don’t eat.”

to let u know that i been through a lot then i been going non stop with this practice for nothing

Minseok looked at me with surprised eyes.

“I’ll go out for a while.”

“Where are you going this evening?”

“I’m going to call you for a second.”

“Eat your meal.”

“It’s just a moment.”

The child’s face hidden in the mosaic did not leave his mind.

The words that Father Michael had said overlapped.

I just wanted to put the plan into action right now.

listened to the receiver

After the beeping ended, a thick voice hit his ears.

“Kim Deok-myung!”

“Yes, Chairman Park Moon-ho. This is Kim Deok-myung.”

It was Park Moon-ho of the Western Bee Association. We haven’t contacted each other since we held hands.

“I didn’t know you were going to call me. What is it for?”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

“Do I have to go down to Hadong?”

“no. I will go to Seoul.”

“I wonder what’s going on.”

“There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

“You are always welcome.”

“thank you.”

* * *

The next day, I hurried from dawn.

He also informed his colleagues about his business trip to Seoul. I decided to tell more details after I went.

It has been a long time since I visited Seoul. Seoul was still busy and hectic.

Park Moon-ho’s office was in Jongno.

It was quite large. There were more people who kept Western bees than people who kept native bees, so of course the association was big.

I entered the beehive-shaped building.

The information desk woman recognized me.

She guided me to Park Moon-ho.

“It was hard to come from far away.”

“no.”

“Sit down.”

The office was quite large. Several books related to beekeeping stood out. All of them were foreign English applications.

“But what the hell is going on? I was curious, so I couldn’t sleep until last night.”

he smiled and said

“I know that the association uses this building.”

“This building has been in use for a long time.”

“I heard that you also have a rental business.”

“The building is so big that they even rent it out.”

There was a twinkle in his eyes. It was an eye that had noticed.

“It says we need our building on the face. Is that right?”

“you’re right.”

“Tell me what the plot is.”

He shrugged and said. His eyes were curious about what purpose the space was needed.

“I want to make a youth candle school here.”

“Youth Candle School?”

“I am making beeswax candles in Hadong. I want to create a space where you can make candles here too.”

“Why do you want to do what you used to do in Hadong here?”

“I plan to raise future beekeepers here.”

Park Moon-ho’s eyes lit up when he said that he was a future beekeeper.

“Then, beekeeping, why the candle school?”

“I plan to sell candles made by young people. The proceeds of the sale can be given as scholarships.”

“It’s a kind of scholarship foundation.”

“you’re right. First of all, I would like to use the weekend to operate.”

“Aren’t you trying to do business with children?”

he looked at me and asked.

“I plan to put all the proceeds into the scholarship foundation.”

“Is that serious?”

I made eye contact with Moonho Park.

“I’m serious. Can you tell me why you thought that way?”

“I don’t think this is philanthropy. I think of it as an investment for the future. Children will undoubtedly be interested in agriculture. I thought it was something I had to do right now. So I found the president.”

Park Moon-ho nodded.

“We will also lend the space for free.”

“thank you.”

* * *

They advertised that they could learn how to make candles and even get a scholarship.

The response was good. More people than expected visited the candle school.

Park Moon-ho also showed interest in the weekend candle school.

He and his granddaughter visited the candle school.

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On weekends, a candle teacher from Hadong to Seoul visited.

Candle-making grandmothers, including Kahi, passed on the secrets to their children.

Senior Chun-Bae Lee drove the shuttle bus nonstop even on weekends.

About a month passed like that.

A girl who seemed to have seen somewhere visited the candle school.

It was the boy who appeared on the news.

A girl who stole bread for her sister.

“Can I make candles too?”

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“Can I make candles too?”

“Sure”

The girl’s name is Nam Nam-young. I went to the candle school with my younger brother.

I knew she was going to find the candle school.

Through reporter Bae Seon-ah, we found out the neighborhood where the child lives. It was a place that was in conflict over the issue of redevelopment. The area was devastated and people were nowhere to be seen.

I used my major to advertise in the local area. These were official advertisements with permission from the community center.

It was the content that anyone could become a scholarship student at the Candle School.

I thought the girl would definitely find the candle school.

And now, here you are face to face with me.

“Really, if I make candles, do I get a scholarship?”

“Then, of course not.”

“Can I use it for living expenses?”

to let u know that i been through a lot then i been going non stop with this practice for nothing

My heart ached at the girl’s question.

There was no intention of making the children work.

I wanted to help you get up on your own.

Just as a candle lights a light, the children who make candles wished it to shine.

“Of course. You can use it wherever you need it.”

“If I make a lot of candles, do I get a lot of scholarships?”

“This is not a place to work. Think of it as a hobby. You’ll need to get your parents’ permission though. Parents need to know where and what Ayoung is doing.”

“Permit?”

Even if the scholarship was given, the consent of the guardian was required.

“Can’t we just… make candles?”

Ayoung took her brother’s hand and said.

He persuaded him several more times, but Ahyeong was determined. In the papers, he wrote that he had a father.

It seemed like there was something I couldn’t say.

I entrusted my children to Kahi. First of all, they had an experience of making candles, and then they said that they would talk about it later.

Ayoung made eye contact with me even as I entered the candle classroom.

After she entered the classroom, I came out.

Ayoung’s home address was in her hand.

Arrived in a densely populated multi-family house.

I stood in front of Ayoung’s house. ring was There was no doorbell.

“Is nobody there?”

knocked on the door There was no reaction. Just as I was about to go back, I heard a noise from inside. It was a coughing sound.

I turned the handle on the front door. it wasn’t locked

“Excuse me.”

Upon entering, a single room appeared. Children’s school uniforms and clothes hang haphazardly next to a wall full of mold.

A man was lying next to a table with leftover kimchi and water bottles. seemed to be the father.

“Father, are you okay?”

As he got closer, a stinky smell stung his nostrils. There was an adult diaper next to the man.

He was in a state of mobility. It seemed difficult to speak.

I immediately rolled up my arms. I have experience caring for people with disabilities through volunteer work.

He reassured me with his eyes and offered me a sip of water.

He seemed to think of me as a community service worker.

It was about time I finished cleaning up.

I felt a stinging gaze behind my back.

“What are you doing here?”

it’s ayoung

His face was flushed red.

She approached her father, talked with her eyes, and then pulled the quilt.

“Are you going to stay here?”

I followed Ah-young to a nearby park.

She stared at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“I don’t know what you are doing by coming to someone’s house without permission?”

He made eye contact with Ayoung.

“If you sympathize, just go. I don’t need any scholarships or anything like that!”

“I don’t sympathize. I just want to help you.”

“why? Why do you want to help me?”

It was a sharp eye.

I was silent for a while.

She turned and tried to leave.

“Because my life was a failure. It was so hard that I wanted to give up on life.”

Ayoung turned her head.

It was an unbelievable face.