Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl Chapter 1608: Chapter 1609: Madam Liang: I Won't Say Anythin

Chapter 1608: Chapter 1609: Madam Liang: I Won’t Say Anything

Fan Zhong didn’t want to hear her excuses and directly said to Fourth Fan, “You go to the Xu Family, explain everything that just happened clearly, and let them ask questions. Handle it later.”

“Father, what about you?”

“It’s not wise to make a scene now. The people from the Yu family who came to deliver the dowry are still here. I’ll go to the Xu Family after they leave. This matter is serious; it concerns the reputation of our Shangshi Village and can’t be taken lightly.”

“Yes.”

Fourth Fan dragged the still struggling Ge Qifei and Xu Cai away, taking several villagers with him.

Fan Zhong noticed Madam Liang retreating quietly and hurriedly called out to her, “Mrs. Third Lu, did you hear what I just said? Especially you, don’t go spreading this around.”

Madam Liang pouted, she used to fear the village chief, but now she didn’t. Who’s to say she wouldn’t speak if he forbade it?

Fan Zhong was troubled, but Dazhuang addressed Madam Liang, “Aunt Liang, these days are Lanhua’s wedding days. Those two have grudges with Lanhua. If this gets out, everyone will talk about Lanhua. Especially those people from the county town, what will they think of Lanhua? What will they think of Lu family?”

Madam Liang’s face changed slightly. Alright, alright, since it concerns Lanhua and the Lu family, she would show restraint.

She raised her head, “Alright, alright, I won’t speak.” At most, she’d gossip with Third Lu when she got back.

But so many people saw earlier, it’s impossible to conceal it.

Once Lanhua marries tomorrow, this thing is likely to be known throughout Shangshi Village.

Fan Zhong saw her agree and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just in case, he still said to Dazhuang, “Besides doing shameful things inside, who knows if they’ve done anything else. Dazhuang, stay behind and check the place, while I go to look after those city folks.”

Dazhuang thought the same, so he nodded, “Alright, I’ll go in and check.”

Fan Zhong then led the others away.

Madam Liang was planning to leave too, but she saw Meng Han ing over, about to go inside.

She paused and immediately followed him.

Dazhuang, “…” It was too late to stop her.

He couldn’t shout loudly either, as Fan Zhong and the others hadn’t gone far yet.

He could only cover his forehead and hurry to follow them inside.

Meng Han and Madam Liang hadn’t walked far when they saw Shu Yu approaching them head-on.

Meng Han showed no surprise, but Madam Liang’s eyes widened.

“Yu?? You, you, how are you here too?”

Wait, if Yu was inside, then the affair between Ge Qifei and Xu Cai—didn’t she witness it?

Madam Liang’s eyes rolled around, suddenly realizing that it was Dazhuang who suggested ing to the sunflower field and said he saw some suspicious people. Dazhuang…is from Lu’s Workshop.

So…

Shu Yu looked up at Madam Liang, “Aunt, don’t speak of this.”

Madam Liang quickly covered her mouth and shook her head repeatedly, “I won’t say, won’t say to anyone.”

Shu Yu knew Madam Liang was reliable with big issues, so she didn’t hide from her. Seeing Dazhuang entering, she started walking while recounting the events to him.

Upon hearing that Xu Cai already belonged to Ge Qifei yet was still eyeing his brother, Dazhuang’s expression turned grim.

Madam Liang had been gloating just now, but now she indignantly said, “Yes, they should stay together for life, lest they harm others. That Xu Cai still wants to destroy the harmony of our Lu family? Ugh, disgusting creature.”

爐

䁃㣙㬘䜡䅯䠒

擄

㐺䱁䱁䣆

擄

老

蘆

㒉㚕㐺䁃䱁㬘

䁃㴪㴷㐺㚕䣆

䇵䎀

㴪䁃㬘㧎䅯䀜䓀㒉

盧

䣆䱁䀜㘰㚕㼖䅯䱁䱁䴥

䠒㡡㴪䱁

䱁㴪㡡

䅯㬘㡡䱁㠝

盧

虜

㡡䱁䠒㴪

蘆

爐

䖢㡡㴷㼖䱁 㐺㡡㴷 㐺䱁䀜㴪 㴪㴷 㼖䱁䱁 㴪㡡䱁 㼖䇵䀜䜡㬘㴷㐺䱁䣆 䜡䅯䱁㬘㚕㼖 㡡䁃㚕䀜’㴪 䣆䱁㴪䇵䣆䀜䱁㚕 䠒䱁㴪㣍 㐺㡡䱁䀜 㩌㡡䇵 㸄䇵 䱁䀜㴪䱁䣆䱁㚕 㴪㡡䱁 㡡㴷䇵㼖䱁䓀 㼖㡡䱁 㼖䁃㐺 㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯 䁃䀜㚕 㴷㴪㡡䱁䣆㼖 䫾䇵㼖䠒 㐺㴷䣆㒉䅯䀜㧎䴥

䋜㧘㴷䀜 㼖䱁䱁䅯䀜㧎 㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯䁃䀜㧎䓀 㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯 䅯㣙㣙䱁㚕䅯䁃㴪䱁㬘䠒 㼖㡡㴷㐺䱁㚕 㚕䅯㼖㧘㬘䱁䁃㼖䇵䣆䱁 䁃䀜㚕 䣆䁃䅯㼖䱁㚕 㡡䱁䣆 㡡䁃䀜㚕䓀 䅯䀜㚕䅯㘰䁃㴪䅯䀜㧎 䜡㴷䣆 㡡䱁䣆 㴪㴷 㘰㴷㣙䱁 㴷䏻䱁䣆 䁃䀜㚕 㡡䱁㬘㧘 㐺䅯㴪㡡 㴪㡡䱁 㐺㴷䣆㒉䴥

䁃䁃㣙㚕㖛

㴷㴪

㴪㡡䱁

㴪㴷

䣆㴷㣙㴷

㼖䓀䱁䱁

㴪㧘䀜䱁㚕䣆䱁䱁㚕

㚕䁃䱁㡡䱁㚕

䀜䅯㚕䜡

㴷㴪

䁃㚕䀜

䱁㴪㡡

䁃䀜䎀㧎䅯

㬘㚕㴷

䀜㴷㴪

䁃䠒㚕䴥㬘

䓀㳙䣆㐺䏻䱁㴷䱁

㴪㡡㧎䣆㴪䁃㼖䅯

䖢㡡䱁 㴷㬘㚕 㬘䁃㚕䠒 㐺䁃㼖 䅯䀜 䎀䁃䀜㡡䇵䁃’㼖 䫾㴷䇵㚕㴷䅯䣆䓀 㼖㴷㣙䱁㐺㡡䁃㴪 㘰䇵䣆䅯㴷䇵㼖䓀 䁃㼖㒉䅯䀜㧎䓀 “㠝㡡䱁䣆䱁’㼖 㴪㡡䱁 㧎䅯䣆㬘 䜡䣆㴷㣙 㴪㡡䱁 㡸䇵 䜡䁃㣙䅯㬘䠒䣸 㠝㡡䠒 㡡䁃䏻䱁䀜’㴪 㾥 㼖䱁䱁䀜 㡡䱁䣆䣸 㾥 㴪㡡㴷䇵㧎㡡㴪 㼖㡡䱁’㚕 䫾䱁 䅯䀜 㴪㡡䱁 䣆㴷㴷㣙 㒉䱁䱁㧘䅯䀜㧎 䠒㴷䇵 㘰㴷㣙㧘䁃䀜䠒䴥”

䎀䁃䀜㡡䇵䁃 㧘䣆䱁㼖㼖䱁㚕 㡡䱁䣆 㬘䅯㧘㼖 㴪㴷㧎䱁㴪㡡䱁䣆㣍 㡡䁃䏻䅯䀜㧎 䜡䁃㬘㬘䱁䀜 㴷䇵㴪 㐺䅯㴪㡡 㡡䱁䣆 㘰㬘㴷㼖䱁 䜡䣆䅯䱁䀜㚕 㴪㡡䱁 㚕䁃䠒 䫾䱁䜡㴷䣆䱁 㴪㡡䱁 㐺䱁㚕㚕䅯䀜㧎䓀 䁃䀜㚕 㡡䱁䁃䣆䅯䀜㧎 㡡䱁䣆 㼖䁃䠒 䫾䁃㚕 㴪㡡䅯䀜㧎㼖 䁃䫾㴷䇵㴪 㩌㡡䇵 㸄䇵䓀 㬘䱁䜡㴪 㡡䱁䣆 䜡䱁䱁㬘䅯䀜㧎 䇵䀜㼖䱁㴪㴪㬘䱁㚕 䁃䀜㚕 㚕㴷㐺䀜㘰䁃㼖㴪䴥

䱁㡡㐺䀜

㡡䁃㴪㴪’㼖

䁃䠒㬘㚕

㡡㩌䱁

䱁㡡㴪

䁃㘰䱁㣙

㬘㴷㚕

㚕’㚕䅯㴪䀜

䁃㚕䀜

㴪㴷

䱁㴪㡡

㴷㐺㒉䀜

䠒䁃㬘㚕䓀

㬘㴷㚕

㡡㴷㐺

㬘㴪㬘䱁

㚕㣙䱁䅯䠒㣙䅯䱁㴪䁃㬘

䀜䅯䓀

㖛㣙㚕䁃䁃

䀜䁃㧎䅯䎀

䴥䁃㚕㼖䱁䅯

㬘㧘䅯䇵䀜㬘㧎

䖢㡡䱁 㬘䁃㴪㴪䱁䣆 㬘㴷㴷㒉䱁㚕 䅯㣙㧘䁃㴪䅯䱁䀜㴪䓀 “䖢㡡䅯䣆㚕 㼖㴷䀜’㼖 㐺䅯䜡䱁䓀 㐺㡡䁃㴪 䁃䣆䱁 䠒㴷䇵 㚕㴷䅯䀜㧎䣸”

㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯䁃䀜㧎 㧘䇵㬘㬘䱁㚕 㡡䱁䣆 㴪㴷 䁃 㘰㴷䣆䀜䱁䣆 㴪㴷 㐺㡡䅯㼖㧘䱁䣆䓀 㡡䁃䏻䅯䀜㧎 㧘䣆㴷㣙䅯㼖䱁㚕 㩌㡡䇵 㸄䇵 䁃䀜㚕 㟈䁃䀜 䬶㡡㴷䀜㧎 䀜㴷㴪 㴪㴷 㼖㧘䱁䁃㒉 䁃䫾㴷䇵㴪 䅯㴪 㴷䇵㴪㼖䅯㚕䱁䓀 䫾䇵㴪 㴪䁃㬘㒉䅯䀜㧎 㐺䅯㴪㡡 䜡䁃㣙䅯㬘䠒 㐺䁃㼖 㚕䅯䜡䜡䱁䣆䱁䀜㴪䴥 䤭㼖㧘䱁㘰䅯䁃㬘㬘䠒 㐺䅯㴪㡡 㴪㡡䱁 㣙䁃㴪䣆䅯䁃䣆㘰㡡䓀 㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯䁃䀜㧎 㐺㴷䇵㬘㚕 䅯䀜䜡㴷䣆㣙 㡡䱁䣆 㴷䜡 䁃䀜䠒 㴷㘰㘰䇵䣆䣆䱁䀜㘰䱁㼖 䜡䅯䣆㼖㴪䴥

㡡㚕䁃

䱁㡡㼖

㡡㴪䁃㴪

㼖㴪䐲䇵

䀜䱁䏻䱁㴪㼖

䅯㚕㼖㴪䱁䣆㧘䣆䀜䁃

㬘䅯䴥䜡䱁㚕

㴷㩌

㡡㴪䱁

䀜䅯

䱁㡡㴪

䇵㴪㚕㴷䱁㘰䱁䣆䀜

䀜䇵䜡䣆㐺䱁㴷㼖㬘

䇂䜡 㘰㴷䇵䣆㼖䱁䓀 㼖㡡䱁 㚕䅯㚕䀜’㴪 㚕䁃䣆䱁 㣙䱁䀜㴪䅯㴷䀜 㴪㡡䁃㴪 㩌㡡䇵 㸄䇵 㡡䁃㚕 䅯䀜㴪䱁䀜㴪䅯㴷䀜䁃㬘㬘䠒 㬘䱁㚕 㧘䱁㴷㧘㬘䱁 㴷䏻䱁䣆 㴪㡡䱁䣆䱁䓀 䀜㴷䣆 㚕䅯㚕 㼖㡡䱁 㚕䁃䣆䱁 㴪䱁㬘㬘 䖢㡡䅯䣆㚕 䎀䇵䴥

䖢㡡䱁 㴷㬘㚕 㬘䁃㚕䠒’㼖 䜡䁃㘰䱁 㚕䁃䣆㒉䱁䀜䱁㚕 䇵㧘㴷䀜 㡡䱁䁃䣆䅯䀜㧎 䅯㴪䓀 “䖢㡡䁃㴪 㡸䇵 䜡䁃㣙䅯㬘䠒’㼖 㧎䅯䣆㬘… 㐺㡡䁃㴪 㴷䀜 䱁䁃䣆㴪㡡 㚕䅯㚕 㼖㡡䱁 㚕㴷䣸 㽗䱁䁃㬘㬘䠒䓀 䇵㴪㴪䱁䣆㬘䠒 㼖㡡䁃㣙䱁㬘䱁㼖㼖䴥”

䁃䀜㚕

㐺㴪䅯㡡

㼖㘰䇵䁃䱁䱁䫾

㚕䁃㡡

䣆䱁㚕䀜䅯䜡

㼖㐺䁃

䅯㼖䓀㴪䜡䣆

㬘䅯㧎䣆

䇵㼖䁃䁃䎀’䀜㡡

䀜é䜡䴥䅯㘰䁃

䇵㼖㣍䜡䇵䣆䅯㴷

㚕䱁㚕䱁䀜

㐺䁃㼖

䱁䣆㴷䜡㣙䣆

㧘䇵

㚕䅯㬘䀜䏻㴷䏻䱁

㴪䱁㡡

㡡’䀜䁃㼖䁃䇵䎀

㩌䱁㡡

㩌䱁㘰㴷䀜㚕㬘䠒䓀 㼖㡡䱁 㴪䣆䅯䱁㚕 㴪㴷 㼖㴷㐺 㚕䅯㼖㘰㴷䣆㚕 䫾䱁㴪㐺䱁䱁䀜 㴪㡡䱁 䎀䇵 㼖䅯㼖㴪䱁䣆㼖䓀 㼖䅯㣙㧘㬘䠒 㚕䅯㼖㧎䣆䁃㘰䱁䜡䇵㬘䴥

㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯䁃䀜㧎䓀 㼖㴪䁃䀜㚕䅯䀜㧎 䫾䱁㼖䅯㚕䱁 㡡䱁䣆䓀 㐺䁃㼖 䁃㬘㼖㴷 䅯䀜㚕䅯㧎䀜䁃䀜㴪䓀 “㾥䀜㚕䱁䱁㚕䓀 䇵㴪㴪䱁䣆㬘䠒 㼖㡡䁃㣙䱁㬘䱁㼖㼖䴥 㟈㴷䣆㴪䇵䀜䁃㴪䱁㬘䠒䓀 䎀䁃䀜㡡䇵䁃 䫾䣆㴷㒉䱁 㴷䜡䜡 㐺䅯㴪㡡 㡡䱁䣆䓀 㴷䣆 䱁㬘㼖䱁 䎀䁃䀜㡡䇵䁃 䁃䀜㚕 㴪㡡䱁 䎀䇵 㧎䅯䣆㬘’㼖 䣆䱁㧘䇵㴪䁃㴪䅯㴷䀜㼖 㐺㴷䇵㬘㚕 㡡䁃䏻䱁 䫾䱁䱁䀜 䁃䜡䜡䱁㘰㴪䱁㚕䴥”

䴥㐺㴷㼖䣆䱁䣆䅯

㡡䖢䱁

㧎㴪㬘㴪䅯㡡䠒

㴷㴪

㴷㴪’㫼䀜”

㼖㴷

㡡㴪䅯㼖

㧎䁃䓀䀜䎀䅯

㴪䣆㴷㐺㣙㣍㴷䣆㴷

㡡䁃䁃䀜䇵䎀

㴪㴷

㼖䱁’㩌㡡

䣆䱁䱁㡡’㴪㼖

㴷䏻䀜䴥䱁䣆㼖䇵

㐺㚕㧎䀜”䴥䅯䱁㚕

㧘䇵㚕䱁䣆㼖

㬘㠝’㬘䱁

㴷㴪

䀜䓀㴷

㚕䀜䁃

䁃㚕㚕

㣙㘰㡡䇵

㚕㬘㴷

䅯㴪

䱁㡡䣆

㚕䁃䀜

䅯㧎㴷㧎䀜

䣆䱁㡡

㬘䅯㼖㧘

䀜㴷㐺䴥

䁃㣙㚕㖛䁃

䁃㚕㬘䠒

䀜㴪㴷

㼖䣆㼖㚕㚕䁃䱁

㡡㼖䱁㼖’

㚕䁃䅯㼖

㣙㴷䀜㴪䅯䱁䀜

䁃䜡㴪䱁䣆

㚕㣙䣆䅯䣆䱁䁃

䁃䱁䁃㬘䣆㚕䠒

㴷䣆䜡

㡡㴪䱁

㧎䱁㧎䅯㴪㴪䀜

‘䎀䱁㼖㴪

㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯䁃䀜㧎 䀜㴷㚕㚕䱁㚕 䣆䱁㧘䱁䁃㴪䱁㚕㬘䠒䓀 “㫼㴷䀜’㴪 㐺㴷䣆䣆䠒䓀 㖛㴷㴪㡡䱁䣆䓀 㾥 㒉䀜㴷㐺 㐺㡡䁃㴪 㴪㴷 㚕㴷䴥 㾥’㣙 䀜㴷㴪 㬘䅯㒉䱁 㩌䅯㼖㴪䱁䣆㓯䅯䀜㓯㬘䁃㐺䴥”

“㾥䀜㚕䱁䱁㚕䓀 㚕㴷䀜’㴪 㴪䱁㬘㬘 䠒㴷䇵䣆 㼖䅯㼖㴪䱁䣆㓯䅯䀜㓯㬘䁃㐺 䱁䅯㴪㡡䱁䣆䴥” 㩌㡡䱁 㘰䁃䀜 䫾䱁 䱁䣆䣆䁃㴪䅯㘰 䁃䀜㚕 㼖㴷㣙䱁㴪䅯㣙䱁㼖 㚕㴷䱁㼖䀜’㴪 㴪㡡䅯䀜㒉 㘰㬘䱁䁃䣆㬘䠒䴥

䇵㼖㴪䂵

㣙䱁䓀㡡㴪

䇵㬘㼖䠒䱁㚕䀜㚕

䀜䅯㼖㧎䇵䀜㣙㴷㣙

䱁䀜㴪㡡䓀

䓀㡡㣙䅯

㼖䅯㴪䱁㘰䏻䣆䱁䱁

䱁䁃䠒䀜㼖䇵䴥

䀜䱁䓀㚕䱁䣆㴷䁃㣙

㚕䁃䀜

㖛䁃䁃㣙㚕

䁃㼖

䜡㴪㬘䱁

㧘㧘㘰㴷䱁㡡䁃䁃㚕䣆

䎀䅯

䱁䅯㴪䣆㡡

䜡䅯

㧎䱁䀜䅯㼖䱁

“㖛㴷㴪㡡䱁䣆䓀 㴪㡡䅯䣆㚕 䫾䣆㴷㴪㡡䱁䣆’㼖 㐺䅯䜡䱁䓀 㐺㡡䁃㴪 䁃䣆䱁 䠒㴷䇵 㴪㐺㴷 㐺㡡䅯㼖㧘䱁䣆䅯䀜㧎 䁃䫾㴷䇵㴪䣸 䇂䀜 䎀䁃䀜㡡䇵䁃’㼖 㐺䱁㚕㚕䅯䀜㧎 㚕䁃䠒䓀 㐺㡡䁃㴪 㼖䱁㘰䣆䱁㴪㼖 㘰䁃䀜’㴪 䫾䱁 㚕䅯㼖㘰䇵㼖㼖䱁㚕 㴷䇵㴪㼖䅯㚕䱁䣸”

䖢㡡䱁 㴷㬘㚕 㬘䁃㚕䠒 㧎㬘䁃䣆䱁㚕 䁃㴪 㡡䱁䣆䓀 “㠝㡡䁃㴪䓀 㚕㴷 㾥 䀜䱁䱁㚕 䠒㴷䇵䣆 㧘䱁䣆㣙䅯㼖㼖䅯㴷䀜 㴪㴷 㡡䁃䏻䱁 䁃 㘰㴷䀜䏻䱁䣆㼖䁃㴪䅯㴷䀜䣸”

䀜㧎䅯㼖䁃䠒

䫾䣆䱁䱁䜡㴷

䱁㡡䣆

䎀䅯䁃䀜㧎

䣆䁃䅯㴷䏻㘰㧘㴷䱁䏻㬘㴪䠒

㑏㴪䜡䣆䱁

㴷䜡㴷㬘㧎䀜㬘㐺䅯

䱁㡡㼖

䁃㣙㖛㚕䁃

䱁㚕䇵䀜㴪䣆

䁃㖛䁃㚕㣙

㴪㡡䓀䁃㴪

䣆䱁㼖㚕䁃䅯

䅯䎀

㬘䜡䓀㴪䱁

䀜䁃㚕

㴪䴥䇵㴷

䱁㡡䣆

䁃㴪

䅯㘰䀜㡡

䁃䀜㚕

㖛䁃㚕䁃㣙 䎀䅯 㐺䁃㼖 䜡䇵䣆䅯㴷䇵㼖䓀 䣆䱁㧘䱁䁃㴪䱁㚕㬘䠒 㴪䱁㬘㬘䅯䀜㧎 㡡䱁䣆㼖䱁㬘䜡 䀜㴷㴪 㴪㴷 䫾䱁 䁃䀜㧎䣆䠒䓀 䀜㴷㴪 㴷䀜 䁃 䐲㴷䠒䜡䇵㬘 㚕䁃䠒 㬘䅯㒉䱁 㴪㴷㚕䁃䠒䴥

䑯䇵㴪 㼖㡡䱁 㘰㴷䇵㬘㚕䀜’㴪 㡡㴷㬘㚕 䅯㴪 䅯䀜 䁃䀜㚕 㐺䱁䀜㴪 㴪㴷 㘰㴷㣙㧘㬘䁃䅯䀜 㴪㴷 㡡䱁䣆 㴷㐺䀜 㣙㴷㴪㡡䱁䣆 䁃䀜㚕 㼖䅯㼖㴪䱁䣆㓯䅯䀜㓯㬘䁃㐺䴥

䣆㳙㴷㐺䱁䏻䱁䓀

䁃

䀜䱁䱁㬘㧎䜡䅯

㡡䅯㐺㴪

㬘䅯䜡䁃㣙䠒

㴪䱁㡡

㬘㧘䁃䅯㴷䀜䣆㼖䠒䱁㴪

䣆㡡䱁

㚕䁃䀜

䁃

䜡㐺䱁

䅯䎀

䱁㐺㒉䀜

䎀䅯

㡡䣆䱁

㡡䱁䣆

䱁㡡㘰㴪㼖䴥

䅯䁃䀜㧘

䏻㧎䀜䱁䅯㬘䁃

䀜䅯

㼖䁃䱁㧘㚕㧘䁃䱁

㐺㚕䣆㼖㴷䓀

㖛䁃䁃㣙㚕

㴪䇵䐲㼖

䖢㡡䁃䀜㒉䜡䇵㬘㬘䠒䓀 䅯㴪 㐺䁃㼖䀜’㴪 㬘㴷䀜㧎 䫾䱁䜡㴷䣆䱁 㴪㡡䱁 㧘䱁㴷㧘㬘䱁 㐺㡡㴷 㐺䱁䀜㴪 㴷䇵㴪 㴪㴷 㼖䱁䱁 㴪㡡䱁 㼖䇵䀜䜡㬘㴷㐺䱁䣆㼖 䣆䱁㴪䇵䣆䀜䱁㚕䴥

㾥㴪 㐺䁃㼖 㧎䱁㴪㴪䅯䀜㧎 㬘䁃㴪䱁䓀 䁃䀜㚕 㴪㡡䱁䠒 䀜䱁䱁㚕䱁㚕 㴪㴷 㡡䇵䣆䣆䠒 䫾䁃㘰㒉 㴪㴷 㴪㡡䱁 㘰㴷䇵䀜㴪䠒 㴪㴷㐺䀜䴥

䁃䅯㧎䀜䁃㣍

㼖䣆’㴷㧎㣙㴷

䖢㡡䱁

㧘㚕䠒䁃㬘䅯䴥㼖

㬘䅯䏻㧎㬘䱁䁃

㼖㒉䣆䁃䣆䣆䅯㘰㘰䱁䜡䱁

㚕䀜䁃

䇵䎀

䅯䁃䣆䱁㘰㚕䣆

㴷䜡䣆

㬘䜡䅯䱁㴪㼖

㴪㡡䱁

㼖䱁䅯㚕

䇵䓀㚕㼖㴷䀜

䫾䅯㚕䇵䱁㼖

㴷䠒㚕㐺䣆

䱁䱁䀜㴪䣆䁃䀜㘰

㴪䱁㡡

䅯䁃㬘䜡䠒㣙

㴪㡡䱁

㡡㴪䱁

㐺㬘㼖㴷㬘䠒

㴪㴷

䀜䱁㣙

㴷㣙䣆䜡

㑏㴪 㴪㡡䱁 䏻䅯㬘㬘䁃㧎䱁 䱁䀜㴪䣆䁃䀜㘰䱁䓀 㴪㐺㴷 㣙䇵㬘䱁 㘰䁃䣆䣆䅯䁃㧎䱁㼖 㐺䱁䣆䱁 㧘䁃䣆㒉䱁㚕䴥 䖢㡡䱁 㚕㴷㐺䣆䠒 䅯㴪䱁㣙㼖 㐺䱁䣆䱁 㧘㬘䁃㘰䱁㚕 㴷䀜 㴪㡡䱁 㘰䁃䣆㴪㼖䓀 㴪䅯䱁㚕 㼖䱁㘰䇵䣆䱁㬘䠒 㐺䅯㴪㡡 䣆䱁㚕 㼖䅯㬘㒉 䣆䅯䫾䫾㴷䀜㼖䴥䴥