The great writer Wi Hwa who touched the hearts of people all over the world
Revised editions of 『Life』 and 『The Story of Heo Sam-gwan Selling Blood』 published to commemorate the 40th anniversary of his debut!

It has risen to the ranks of modern classics
A story that will remain valid forever as long as 'life' continues.

To commemorate the 40th anniversary of the debut of Yu Hua, a writer representing modern Chinese literature worldwide, revised editions of his representative works, “Life” and “The Story of Xu Sam-gwan Selling Blood,” have been published by Purunsup Publishing.
This is the first revision in 16 years since the publication of the 3rd edition in 2007.
Since their first publication in Korea in 1996, these two works have been greatly loved by many generations for over 30 years, and now they can be seen in a new form.
Internally, translators Choi Yong-man and Baek Won-dam meticulously reworked the sentences to ensure perfection, and externally, they broke away from the traditional design and emphasized the classic aspects with a modern design.

Wei Hua, along with Mo Yan, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, and Yan Lianke, winner of the Lu Xun Literature Prize, are giants representing modern Chinese literature.
『Life』 and 『The Story of Selling Blood』 are representative works that best embody Wi Hwa's penmanship, which has movedly portrayed humanism that shines even brighter in the midst of difficult adversity.
Not only did it create a 'Wei Hua craze' in Korea in the 2000s, but it was also translated into over 45 countries and touched the hearts of people around the world.
It is now time to witness with our own eyes the quality of a story that remains valid forever as long as life continues.

“Son, is your frame any good?”
“It’s sturdy.
But Grandpa, I’m not your father… … .”
The grandfather interrupted Heo Sam-gwan and continued asking questions.
“Son, do you often go to sell blood?”
Heo Sam-gwan shook his head and answered.
"no.
“I’ve never sold blood.”
"You've never even sold blood, so how can you talk about having a strong backbone? You're trying to deceive me."
“Grandpa, what are you talking about? I can’t understand a word you’re saying.
“Are you perhaps senile?”
--- p.20

Heo Sam-gwan held the broken mirror in his hand and looked at his own eyes first, then Il-rak's eyes, and those eyes were his own.
He looked at his own nose again and saw Illak's nose, and it was indeed that nose.
So he thought.
'Everyone says Ilrak doesn't look like me, but in my opinion, there are some similarities.'
Ilrak asked his father, who was blankly looking at him.
“Father, when you look at me after looking at yourself… what on earth are you looking at?”
“I’m going to see if you resemble me or not.”
--- p.59

“Hey, prepare seven teacups and boil a kettle of water.
“Are there still any tea leaves left in the container? We have seven guests… … .”
Heo Ok-ran came out, wondering why there were so many guests, but when she saw Bang and his party, her face turned pale and she said to Heo Sam-gwan.
“They are the ones who came to evict the house.”
"Isn't the person who came to vacate the house a guest? Go quickly and prepare some water first."
Mr. Bang and his party parked a cart in front of the door and spoke to Heo Sam-gwan.
“I have no choice either.
We have been friends for over 20 years without seeing each other in a bad light...
I have no choice either.
My son is waiting for money at the hospital.
If you don't have money, you won't be given medicine...
Have I ever come to your house and cause trouble since my son's head was smashed by Illak? Of course not.
“It’s already been two weeks since I’ve been waiting at the hospital for you to give me money… … .”
Heo Ok-ran sat in the middle of the doorway with her arms spread wide, blocking anyone who tried to enter.
“Please don’t do this.
Please don't take my things.
“This house is like my life.”
--- p.106

“Give me the kids.”
“That can’t be happening.
“I boiled this for you.”
“So what if someone drinks it?
It's the same thing, it turns into shit.
Make the kids poop harder.
“Let the kids drink.”
Heo Sam-gwan watched his three sons holding bowls and gulping down sugary corn porridge.
“After you all drink, bow down to me.
“I’ll give it to you as a birthday present.”
After saying this, I felt a little embarrassed and added something as if beating around the bush.
“When will this suffering end?
“It’s so sad that my children have lost their sweet tooth and don’t even know if it’s sugar or not when they eat something sweet.”
--- p.166

“I’m hungry and sleepy.
I want to eat something and sleep.
“I came back because I thought you would cherish me more than I would care for you, even though you don’t think of me as your own child.”
Saying this, Illak stood up, leaning against the wall, and began walking west again.
“Don’t you stand there! This little brat is really trying to go away, but…….”
Ilrak stopped walking, slumped his shoulders, lowered his head, and cried so loudly that his whole body shook.
Heo Sam-gwan, who saw the scene, crouched down in front of Il-rak and spoke in a blunt voice.
“Okay, get on.”
Heo Sam-gwan carried Il-rak on his back and walked toward the east.
I passed through the alley and entered the main road, which ran right next to the river that ran through the castle.
Even while walking, Heo Sam-gwan continued to curse at Il-rak without stopping.
“This little bastard, this dog-like bastard, this rice bowl-like bastard…….
“You drove me completely crazy today… … .”
--- p.197

“You are so shameless.
Look at that thick face of yours, and I'll show you one of my methods.
You can't sell blood here, so you'll have to look elsewhere.
Other hospitals won't know you sold your blood recently, so they'll probably buy it for you.
Do you understand?
This blood-head saw Heo Sam-gwan nodding repeatedly and added a sharp word.
“Even if you die selling your blood, it has nothing to do with me.”

--- p.282