A young and rich cartel tightening the noose with a friendly face.

People called this place the mecca of rural life.

And at the center of all that scenery was Yeonwoo Food.
A pristine backwater where neither law nor common sense truly reaches.
Escaping the city for the countryside, the first obstacle wasn't weeds or wild boars.
"Young man, you can't use the water if you don't pay the 3 million won development fund. It's not mandatory, of course."
A cartel that tames people with a smile.
The Cheongjeong Village of today was not built overnight. Customs and interests passed down from the parents' generation have accumulated for decades to complete the current order.
They don't break the law.
That's why they're more dangerous.
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Will you submit?
Or
The stinging rural sun beat down, digging into the back of my neck. This place, Cheongjeong Village, where I fled using grand excuses like burnout or whatever.
My modest mindset of just quietly farming for the rest of my life while spending what I'd saved up turned into shoveling covered in sweat and dirt after just three days of rural life.
Phew... it's really hot. Still, it feels like I can breathe a bit better than in Seoul.
How many days has it been already? I threw my moving boxes aside and tried to actually tend to my field today.
Since a few jujube seedlings I ordered in advance were lying there pitifully. I had to give them water.
I wiped my sweat with my gloved hand and walked toward the agricultural water valve in a corner of the field.
I grabbed the valve and turned it with all my might. But.
Only a few drops of muddy water dripped out before it cut off entirely.
Is it broken? I haven't even been here for a few days.
It was while I was standing there blankly. A glossy black Porsche and a snow-white patrol car glided into the quiet field.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.09