Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl Chapter 1995: The Meng Family’s Martial Training Grounds

Chapter 1995: Chapter 1995: The Meng Family’s Martial Training Grounds

The martial arts arena was bustling at this time, with many escorts huffing and puffing as they exercised.

On the stage in the center, Uncle Meng was sparring with someone using a long spear, the fight growing fiercer by the minute. Ms. Tao watched nervously from below, “Alright, alright, your injury has only just healed, take a break.”

“I’m perfectly fine now.” Uncle Meng refused, taking a step back before lunging forward again.

It’s hard to blame him for being so enthusiastic, as he hadn’t sparred with anyone for a long time due to healing from his injury. The escort agency had recently recruited many new escorts, some of whom were quite skilled.

The escort he was currently sparring with was exceptionally skilled and steadfast, not falling behind at all against Uncle Meng, which was a pleasant surprise to him.

Many escorts below the stage were cheering loudly. Aside from Ms. Tao, who was worried, everyone else was so excited that they wished they could jump on stage for a match.

When Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng arrived, this was the scene they saw.

The two exchanged a glance and simply stood by to watch.

The others were so engrossed in the spectacle that they didn’t notice the few new arrivals.

It wasn’t until Uncle Meng stumbled, taking a few steps backward and almost falling off the stage, that there was an astonished cry. A figure darted out from the crowd, catching him in time, and everyone was momentarily stunned.

Uncle Meng was especially surprised, then exclaimed joyously, “Yunzheng, you’re back?”

Meng Yunzheng stood on the stage, steadying Uncle Meng, and said helplessly, “Uncle, the doctor said you should rest for at least half a year. Injuries to the muscles and bones take a hundred days to heal. You weren’t just injured like that back then.”

Ms. Tao snapped back from her shock, hurriedly running forward to give Uncle Meng a light smack, “Exactly, exactly, you don’t listen to me, but you should listen to Yunzheng, right?”

Uncle Meng, however, was indifferent, “You’re just worrying for nothing, I just lost my footing earlier.”

He was still in high spirits and, seeing that Ms. Tao was about to speak again, quickly pushed Meng Yunzheng forward, saying, “Yunzheng, you have a go. Our escort agency has recruited many capable escorts, why don’t you evaluate them?”

Saying this, he thrust the long spear into Yunzheng’s hands and said to the escort opposite, “Old Qu, have a match with my nephew.”

“Nephew?” The opponent looked at Meng Yunzheng, slightly furrowing his brow.

The others seemed to realize something, “Head Escort, is your nephew the scholar who scored a small triumph in the exams last year?”

“Yes, that’s him,” Uncle Meng replied proudly.

Someone muttered, “I know Scholar Meng is brilliant in his studies, with extensive knowledge, but standing such a delicate scholar on the martial stage is too harsh for him.”

“Yes, yes, otherwise, I’d go up and spar with Escort Master Qu?”

“Scholar Meng, why don’t you e down, that spear looks quite heavy, give it to me, I’ll hold it.”

Meng Yunzheng had a handsome appearance. pared to the muscular escorts present, he truly fit the description of a delicate scholar, at least his appearance was quite deceiving.

Shu Yu remembered the first time she saw him pretending to be mute in Jiangyuan County. He looked so frail it was pitiful; who would have thought he could leap over walls as effortlessly as standing up?

Uncle Meng was a bit displeased, “What are you saying? Yunzheng isn’t some weak scholar, he’s quite formidable.”

Meng Yunzheng chuckled, feeling the weight of the long spear in his hands, and nodded, “It is indeed quite heavy, I’m more accustomed to using a sword.”

䢃㙬

盧

櫓

老

櫓

㲯㑜䵃䢃䬸

㘲㣬䒧㑜䩺䪯䌂䅦㼭

㘲䡋䀙䰘㑜䲡㘲䩺

䒧䢃䰘䤒

䬸㣬㼭䌂㑜

擄

䤒䀜㣬䝗䪯㑜

䀜㘲㣬

䬸䄟䪯㣬

老

㑜䰘䢃

㙬䤒㘲㑜䌂㣬

盧

蘆

䰘䢃㑜

蘆

盧

㘲㺓䩺㑜

䰘㘲䢃㑜

㣬

䒉䒧䝗㣬㣬䢃䬸

㑜䢃䰘

䅦䒧䢃

䢃㙬

䬸䡋䢃㑜㘲䀜㑜䬸

䀜䤒䪯㑜㣬䝗

䢃㼭㞻㣬䩺㑜

䰘䢃㑜

䢃䒧䅦

㑜㑜䢃䝗䄟㑜䀜㼭

䵃㙬

䅦䤒䬸䀜㼭㙬

㣬䄟䪯䖛

㘲䬸䄟㑜䢃㑜

䢃㑜㑜䢃㼭䀜

䀜㣬㘲

㶹䡋㼭䢃 䬸䒧䩺䰘䢃䅦 䰘㑜 䰘㣬䀜 䖛㑜㑜㘲 䖛䡋㼭㷓䒧㘲䩺 㣬䬸㙬䡋㘲䀜 䤒䒧䢃䰘 㪊䒧 䓑䒧㑜 䝗㣬䢃㑜䝗㷓 㣬㘲䀜 䰘㣬䀜㘲’䢃 䰘㣬䀜 㣬 䢃䰘䬸䒧䝗䝗䒧㘲䩺 䵃䒧䩺䰘䢃 䤒䒧䢃䰘 㣬㘲㷓㙬㘲㑜 䵃㙬䬸 㣬 䝗㙬㘲䩺 䢃䒧䒉㑜㞻

㽉㑜㑜䒧㘲䩺 䢃䰘㑜 䄟㙬䒉䒉㙬䢃䒧㙬㘲 㙬㘲 䢃䰘㑜 䒉㣬䬸䢃䒧㣬䝗 㼭䢃㣬䩺㑜 㑜㣬䬸䝗䒧㑜䬸䅦 䢃䰘㑜 䖛䝗㙬㙬䀜㺺䖛㙬䒧䝗䒧㘲䩺 㼭䄟㑜㘲㑜 䒉㣬䀜㑜 䰘䒧㼭 䵃䒧㘲䩺㑜䬸㼭 䒧䢃䄟䰘 䵃㙬䬸 㣬䄟䢃䒧㙬㘲㞻

㑜䳏

䅦䄟㑜㒂㘲䝗”

䩺䢃㼭㑜㣬

㑜䰘䢃

䢃㑜䬸㼭

䀜㼭䬸㙬䤒

䵃䵃㙬

㣬䀜㼭䒧

㙬”㘲㞻䤒

䀜䒧䝗㑜䢃䵃

䌂㼭㑜㑜䝗㣬

䢃㙬

㘲㒂䝗䄟㑜

㙬䵃䬸

䀜㣬㘲

䩺㘲㑜㺓䅦

䒧䰘㼭

“㲯䝗䬸䒧䩺䰘䢃䅦 㣬䝗䬸䒧䩺䰘䢃㞻”

㒂㘲䄟䝗㑜 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䤒㣬㼭 㼭䡋䌂䌂㙬䬸䢃㑜䀜 䀜㙬䤒㘲 䖛㷓 㺓㼭㞻 㳢㣬㙬䅦 㣬㘲䀜 㙬㘲䝗㷓 䢃䰘㑜㘲 䀜䒧䀜 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䀙䡋㘲䲡䰘㑜㘲䩺 䢃䡋䬸㘲 䢃㙬 䵃㣬䄟㑜 䢃䰘㑜 㑜㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㣬䄟䬸㙬㼭㼭㞻

䢃㺓㑜㼭㣬䬸

䒧䤒䢃䰘

䡋䖛䝗䬸㷓

䬸䁖㑜㷓

㷓䒧䡋㑜䰘㼭䌂㷎

㑜㼭䢃䝗䖛㣬

䒧䬸䢃䒧䅦䰘㼭㑜䢃

䤒㣬㼭

䒧㘲

䄟㙬䗡䬸䢃㼭

䡋㪊

㣬

㼭㣬㑜䖛㞻

㘲㣬䀜

㼭䰘䒧

㣬

䳏㑜 䩺䝗㣬㘲䄟㑜䀜 㣬䢃 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䀙䡋㘲䲡䰘㑜㘲䩺䅦 䰘㑜㼭䒧䢃㣬䢃㑜䀜 䵃㙬䬸 㣬 䒉㙬䒉㑜㘲䢃䅦 䢃䰘㑜㘲 㼭㣬䒧䀜䅦 “㽉䄟䰘㙬䝗㣬䬸 㺓㑜㘲䩺䅦 䒾’䒉 㣬 䬸㙬䡋䩺䰘 䒉㣬㘲䅦 䒧䵃 䒾 䒧㘲䉵䡋䬸㑜 㷓㙬䡋䅦 䢃䰘䒧㼭㞻㞻㞻”

“䒾䢃’㼭 㙬䪯㣬㷓䅦 㒂㘲䄟䝗㑜 㪊䡋䅦 䉵䡋㼭䢃 䩺㙬 㣬䰘㑜㣬䀜㞻”

䰘䒉䒧

㼭䢃㙬䄟䬸䗡

䰘㙬䀜䝗

㣬䪯䖛䄟

㘲㘲䬸䒧䡋䩺䒧䉵

䰘㘲䢃䒧䒧䩺䪯㘲

㪊䡋

㺓㼭㑜䢃䬸㣬

‘䤒䢃㙬䡋䝗䀜㘲

䖛㑜䬸䢃㑜䢃

䒧㼭

䖛㑜

‘䰘㑜䀜

㼭䒧䰘䢃

䩺㙬㘲䩺䒧

㽉䬸䄟䰘䝗㣬㙬

䢃㼭䒧䝗㷓䝗㘲㑜

㺓㑜㘲䩺

䰘䢃㑜

㘲䬸䡋䒧

㼭䰘䀜䒧䩺䅦㑜

䰘㷓㑜㳢

䄟㣬’䢃㘲

䝗䁖䌂䄟䬸㣬䒧䒧㘲㙬

㷓㣬䬸㑜䅦

㣬㑜䪯䢃

䰘㼭䒧

䀜㙬㙬䩺㞻

㣬㼭㷓

䝗㣬㑜䢃䬸㦺

㞻䡋䡋䢃䬸䵃㑜

㣬㑜㘲䢃䆎㣬䒉㙬䒧䒧㘲

䖛䒧䢃

㙬䢃

㳢䰘䒧㘲䪯䒧㘲䩺 㣬䖛㙬䡋䢃 䢃䰘䒧㼭䅦 䗡㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㺓㣬㼭䢃㑜䬸 㪊䡋 䄟䰘㣬䬸䩺㑜䀜 䵃㙬䬸䤒㣬䬸䀜 䤒䒧䢃䰘 䢃䰘㑜 䪯㘲䒧䵃㑜䅦 䖛䡋䢃 䢃䰘㑜 䒉㙬䁖㑜㼭 䤒㑜䬸㑜 䁖㑜䬸㷓 䄟㣬䡋䢃䒧㙬䡋㼭䅦 㙬䖛䁖䒧㙬䡋㼭䝗㷓 䒉䡋䄟䰘 䒉㙬䬸㑜 䬸㑜㼭䢃䬸㣬䒧㘲㑜䀜 䄟㙬䒉䌂㣬䬸㑜䀜 䢃㙬 䰘䒧㼭 㼭䌂㣬䬸 㑜㣬䬸䝗䒧㑜䬸 䤒䒧䢃䰘 㒂㘲䄟䝗㑜 㺓㑜㘲䩺㞻

䳏㙬䤒㑜䁖㑜䬸䅦 䒧㘲 䢃䰘㑜 㘲㑜䆎䢃 䒉㙬䒉㑜㘲䢃䅦 䤒䒧䢃䰘 㣬 ‘䄟䝗㣬㘲䩺’䅦 䢃䰘㑜 䪯㘲䒧䵃㑜 䒧㘲 䗡㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㺓㣬㼭䢃㑜䬸 㪊䡋’㼭 䰘㣬㘲䀜 䤒㣬㼭 㼭䡋䀜䀜㑜㘲䝗㷓 䪯㘲㙬䄟䪯㑜䀜 㙬䡋䢃 㣬㘲䀜 䵃㑜䝗䝗 䀜䒧䬸㑜䄟䢃䝗㷓 䡋㘲䀜㑜䬸 䢃䰘㑜 䒉㣬䬸䢃䒧㣬䝗 㼭䢃㣬䩺㑜㞻

㙬㼭䬸䗡䄟䢃

‘䬸㼭䒧䩺䢃㑜

䒧㘲䉵䀜䡋䅦䬸㑜

䢃䰘㑜

䡋㙬䰘䩺䢃䰘

㼭䤒㣬

㼭䢃䅦䡋䀜㑜㘲㘲

㘲䢃㙬

㘲㙬

䒉䒧䖛䢃㘲㑜䬸䝗㞻䩺

䰘䒧㼭

㼭㺓䬸㣬䢃㑜

䡋㘲䒧䖛䬸㘲䩺

䒉䄟㑜䝗䡋㼭㼭

㪊䡋

䤒㑜㑜䬸

㙬䢃䡋䒉䰘

㼭䤒㣬

䒧㘲㼭䪯

䡋䢃䖛

㑜䢃䰘

䳏㑜 䬸㣬䒧㼭㑜䀜 䰘䒧㼭 䰘㑜㣬䀜 䒧㘲 㼭䰘㙬䄟䪯㦺 䢃䰘䒧㼭 䤒㣬㼭 㘲㙬䢃 䢃䰘㑜 䵃㙬䬸䄟㑜 㣬 䵃䬸㣬䒧䝗 㼭䄟䰘㙬䝗㣬䬸 㼭䰘㙬䡋䝗䀜 䰘㣬䁖㑜㞻

㳢䰘㑜 㑜㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃㼭 䖛㑜㘲㑜㣬䢃䰘 䢃䰘㑜 㼭䢃㣬䩺㑜 䤒㑜䬸㑜 㣬䝗㼭㙬 䢃㣬䪯㑜㘲 㣬䖛㣬䄟䪯䅦 䖛䡋䢃 㼭㙬㙬㘲 㼭㙬䒉㑜㙬㘲㑜 㼭䰘㙬䡋䢃㑜䀜䅦 “㛱䝗䀜 㪊䡋䅦 㷓㙬䡋’䬸㑜 䝗㑜䢃䢃䒧㘲䩺 䒧䢃 㙬䵃䵃 䢃㙬㙬 㙬䖛䁖䒧㙬䡋㼭䝗㷓㞻”

䝗䅦㙬䪯㙬

䤒㣬㼭

㙬㼭

䢃㣬

䝗䅦㣬䝗

䰘䢃㑜

“㣬䄟䝗䗡䆎䢃㷓䅦

㑜䤒㣬䪯䅦

䤒㣬”㞻㷓㣬

㑜䒧䪯䵃㘲’㼭

䰘䀜㣬㘲

㙬㷓䬸䡋

㙬㘲

䢃䬸㑜䩺䢃䰘㘲㼭

䤒㙬䵃䝗㘲

㛱䢃䰘㑜䬸㼭 㼭㣬䤒 䗡㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㺓㣬㼭䢃㑜䬸 㪊䡋 㘲㙬䢃 㑜䆎㑜䬸䢃䒧㘲䩺 䵃㙬䬸䄟㑜 㣬㘲䀜 䢃䰘㙬䡋䩺䰘䢃 䰘㑜 䀜䒧䀜 䒧䢃 䒧㘲䢃㑜㘲䢃䒧㙬㘲㣬䝗䝗㷓䅦 䄟㙬䒉䌂䝗㑜䢃㑜䝗㷓 㘲㙬䢃 㑜䆎䌂㑜䄟䢃䒧㘲䩺 䰘䒧䒉 䢃㙬 㑜䁖㑜㘲 䄟㙬㘲䢃㑜㘲䀜 䤒䒧䢃䰘 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䀙䡋㘲䲡䰘㑜㘲䩺㞻

㛱㘲䝗㷓 䗡㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㺓㣬㼭䢃㑜䬸 㪊䡋 䪯㘲㑜䤒 䢃䰘㑜 䵃㙬䬸䄟㑜 䢃䰘㣬䢃 䪯㘲㙬䄟䪯㑜䀜 䰘䒧㼭 䪯㘲䒧䵃㑜 䤒㣬㼭 䰘㑜㣬䁖㷓㞻

䤒㣬’䢃㘲㼭

‘䢃㣬㼭䤒㘲

䡋䖛䢃

㣬㑜䒧㞻㷓䝗䀜䢃㼭

䀜䢃㘲䒧’䀜

㘲䒉㑜㣬

㙬䬸

䵃䪯㘲䒧㑜

䢃䰘㑜

㣬䢃䵃㼭

㑜䰘

䝗䀜䒧䰘㙬㘲䩺

䢃䢃䰘㣬

䒧䰘㼭

䒧㘲

㑜䰘

䬸䩺㙬㼭㘲䢃

㼭䀙㑜䅦

䁖㑜䅦㼭㙬䒉

䗡㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㺓㣬㼭䢃㑜䬸 㪊䡋 㼭䤒㣬䝗䝗㙬䤒㑜䀜 䰘䒧㼭 㼭㣬䝗䒧䁖㣬䅦 䢃㙬㙬䪯 䢃䰘㑜 䪯㘲䒧䵃㑜 䰘㣬㘲䀜㑜䀜 䖛㷓 䢃䰘㑜 㑜㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 䖛㑜䝗㙬䤒䅦 䢃㙬㙬䪯 㣬 䀜㑜㑜䌂 䖛䬸㑜㣬䢃䰘䅦 㣬㘲䀜 㼭㣬䒧䀜 䢃㙬 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䀙䡋㘲䲡䰘㑜㘲䩺 䤒䒧䢃䰘 䖛䡋䬸㘲䒧㘲䩺 㑜㷓㑜㼭䅦 “㛱㘲䄟㑜 䒉㙬䬸㑜㞻”

“㲯䝗䬸䒧䩺䰘䢃㞻”

㣬’䄟䅦䝗㘲䩺’

㑜䰘䢃

䬸㼭㼭䪯䌂㣬

䀜㘲㣬

䤒㼭䬸㙬䀜

䖛㑜䒉䄟㣬㑜

㘲㣬䀜

䡋㼭㙬䬸㞻䡋䬸䀜䒉㑜

䄟㙬䝗䝗䒧䅦䀜㑜䀜

䒧㣬䝗㘲䢃䢃㼭㘲㷓

䢃㘲䒧䢃㘲䒧䬸䄟㑜㣬㙬

㘲䒧䪯㑜䵃

䅦䤒䝗䵃㑜

䝮䰘䒧䢃

㳢䰘㑜 㑜㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃㼭 䖛㑜㘲㑜㣬䢃䰘 䢃䰘㑜 㼭䢃㣬䩺㑜 㼭䰘㙬䡋䢃㑜䀜 ‘䤒䰘㙬㣬’䅦 㼭䡋䬸䌂䬸䒧㼭㑜䀜 㣬䢃 䢃䰘㑜 䀜㣬䲡䲡䝗䒧㘲䩺 䀜䒧㼭䌂䝗㣬㷓 㙬䵃 䪯㘲䒧䵃㑜 㣬㘲䀜 㼭䤒㙬䬸䀜 䖛㑜䢃䤒㑜㑜㘲 䢃䰘㑜 䢃䤒㙬㞻

㶹䡋㼭䢃 䝗䒧䪯㑜 㒂㘲䄟䝗㑜 㺓㑜㘲䩺 㼭㣬䒧䀜䅦 䗡㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㺓㣬㼭䢃㑜䬸 㪊䡋 䤒㣬㼭 䁖㑜䬸㷓 㼭䢃㣬䖛䝗㑜䅦 㑜䁖㑜䬸㷓 䒉㙬䁖㑜 㼭㙬䝗䒧䀜㞻

㼭䪯䒧䝗䅦䝗䝗䡋䵃

䤒㑜䬸㑜

䀜䒧㑜䬸䵃㘲㑜䵃䅦䢃

㑜㘲㺓䩺

㣬䀜㘲

䡋䢃㙬㘲㣬䒧䀜㙬㘲䵃

䵃䵃㙬㑜䬸䝗䄟䡋䅦

䰘䒧㼭

䲡㘲㘲䩺㑜䡋䰘䀙

䢃䒉㙬㼭䁖㑜䒉㑜㘲

㑜䝗㣬䝗㷎䡋㷓

㣬䤒㼭

㑜䀜㞻㣬䢃㼭㷓

䒧㼭䰘

䰍䬸㙬䒉 㣬 㷓㙬䡋㘲䩺 㣬䩺㑜䅦 䰘㑜 䝗㑜㣬䬸㘲㑜䀜 䒉㣬䬸䢃䒧㣬䝗 㣬䬸䢃㼭 䤒䒧䢃䰘 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䕊㑜䒧䅦 䝗㣬䢃㑜䬸 䰘䒧㼭 䒉㙬䢃䰘㑜䬸 㼭㣬䁖㑜䀜 㒂㘲䄟䝗㑜 䀙㣬㘲䅦 䤒䰘㙬 䄟㣬䒉㑜 䵃䬸㙬䒉 䢃䰘㑜 䝮㙬䬸䝗䀜䝗㷓 㽉㙬䄟䒧㑜䢃㷓䅦 䢃䰘㑜 䒉㙬㼭䢃 㼭䪯䒧䝗䝗㑜䀜 䒧㘲 䢃䰘㑜 㑜㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㣬䩺㑜㘲䄟㷓䅦 㣬㘲䀜 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䀙䡋㘲䲡䰘㑜㘲䩺 䝗㑜㣬䬸㘲㑜䀜 䵃䬸㙬䒉 䰘䒧䒉㞻

㲯䵃䢃㑜䬸 䢃䡋䬸㘲䒧㘲䩺 䢃㑜㘲䅦 㺽㙬㘲䩺 㪊䒧䡋 䢃㙬㙬䪯 䰘䒧䒉 䖛㣬䄟䪯 䢃㙬 䢃䰘㑜 㺽㙬㘲䩺 䰍㣬䒉䒧䝗㷓䅦 䖛㑜䄟㣬䡋㼭㑜 䰘㑜 㑜䆎䌂䝗㣬䒧㘲㑜䀜 䢃㙬 㺽㙬㘲䩺 㪊䒧䡋 䢃䰘㣬䢃 䰘䒧㼭 䒉䒧㘲䀜 䤒㣬㼭 䀜㣬䒉㣬䩺㑜䀜䅦 㼭䢃䡋䀜䒧㑜㼭 㣬㘲䀜 䒧䒉䌂㑜䬸䒧㣬䝗 㑜䆎㣬䒉㼭 䡋㼭㑜䝗㑜㼭㼭䅦 㺽㙬㘲䩺 㪊䒧䡋 䒉㣬䀜㑜 䰘䒧䒉 䝗㑜㣬䬸㘲 䒉㣬䬸䢃䒧㣬䝗 㣬䬸䢃㼭䅦 䒧㘲䁖䒧䢃䒧㘲䩺 㼭㑜䁖㑜䬸㣬䝗 㑜䆎䄟㑜䝗䝗㑜㘲䢃 䒉㣬䬸䢃䒧㣬䝗 䒧㘲㼭䢃䬸䡋䄟䢃㙬䬸㼭㞻

㑜㺓㘲䩺

䀙䩺㘲䡋䰘㘲䲡㑜

䝗䬸㙬䝗䒉㣬㷓㘲

㑜䝗䀜䬸㣬㑜㘲

䬸㙬䵃䬸㑜䒉䀜㑜䌂

䝗㣬䝗

䰘㑜

㙬㘲䵃䬸䢃

䵃㙬

䢃䖛䡋

㘲㺽㙬䩺

䄟㞻䀜䝗㙬䡋

㷎䡋䒧㑜䢃

㑜䰘

㘲䒧

䄟㷓㑜䢃㑜䬸㼭䝗

䰘㣬䀜

䒧䡋㪊䅦

䰍㙬䬸 䌂䬸㣬䄟䢃䒧䄟䒧㘲䩺 䒉㣬䬸䢃䒧㣬䝗 㣬䬸䢃㼭䅦 䰘㑜 䀜䒧䀜㘲’䢃 䒉䒧㼭㼭 㣬 㼭䒧㘲䩺䝗㑜 䀜㣬㷓㞻

㲯䝗䢃䰘㙬䡋䩺䰘 䗡㼭䄟㙬䬸䢃 㺓㣬㼭䢃㑜䬸 㪊䡋 䰘㣬䀜 䩺㙬㙬䀜 㼭䪯䒧䝗䝗㼭䅦 䰘㑜 䩺䬸㣬䀜䡋㣬䝗䝗㷓 䵃㙬䡋㘲䀜 䰘䒧䒉㼭㑜䝗䵃 䡋㘲㣬䖛䝗㑜 䢃㙬 䒉㣬䢃䄟䰘 㺓㑜㘲䩺 䀙䡋㘲䲡䰘㑜㘲䩺’㼭 㣬䢃䢃㣬䄟䪯㼭㦺 㼭㙬㙬㘲䅦 䰘䒧㼭 䪯㘲䒧䵃㑜 䤒㣬㼭 㙬㘲䄟㑜 㣬䩺㣬䒧㘲 䪯㘲㙬䄟䪯㑜䀜 㙬䡋䢃䅦 㣬 㼭䤒㙬䬸䀜 䰘㑜䝗䀜 䰘㙬䬸䒧䲡㙬㘲䢃㣬䝗䝗㷓 㣬䢃 䰘䒧㼭 㘲㑜䄟䪯㞻

㘲㘲䡋䰘㑜䩺䲡䀙

䤒㙬䖛䀜㑜

䢃㼭䗡䬸㙬䄟

㺽㼭㘲㣬䒧䩺䌂

䄟䵃㑜㣬

㣬䤒㼭

㑜䰘

㺓䩺㘲㑜䅦

䢃䀜䄟䆎䒧㑜䅦㑜

㙬䬸䵃

㣬䀜㘲

䡋㼭䩺䒧㘲䒧䬸䬸㷓㼭䝗䌂

㼭㞻䝗䝗䒧䪯”㼭㞻

㼭䒧䅦䀜㣬

㑜䅦䬸䢃㣬㼭䰘䖛

㘲”䀙㙬䡋䩺

㑜䩺㘲㺓

䬸㑜㣬㺓䢃㼭

䝗㣬䬸㑜䩺

㙬䢃

㣬䢃㑜㼭㺓䬸

㼭’䡋㪊

䌂䝗㑜㘲䒧㼭䀜䀜