"Uh, what do we plant, what do we eat? ...Sir! I am in Gyeongsang South Province, my family has been shipwrights for generations! I've never farmed, and the masters won't let us have land... As for the surrounding villages, they mostly grow rice, but there's also millet... As long as there's no typhoon, flood, or severe drought, the villagers can barely get by, and they can eat rice several times a month..."
The sky gradually darkened, the evening glow a vast gold and red, echoing against the gray and white snowfield. Thousands of miles away from home, Shipwright Kim Sun-su touched his nose, reminiscing about life in his homeland of Korea.
