Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl

Chapter 1924: Chapter 1924: His Money Doesn’t Last Long

The crowd, upon hearing this, began to scrutinize as well. Indeed, Chen Bing, who was already somewhat plump, now looked even more… well-off amidst a group of emaciated and particularly haggard prisoners.

Shu Yu thought for a moment and said, “He must have used that hundred taels of silver to bribe the prison head.”

He was exiled but not had his property confiscated.

After selling off his shop and house back then, he didn’t give the remaining savings to Chen He and Chen Qiu; he kept it for himself. Being someone waiting for exile in prison, money was actually what he needed most.

Back then, he had easily framed Zhou Tiedong to get imprisoned, but he hadn’t thought that he would one day experience the same ordeal.

Chen Bing, being older and having been beaten, needed a doctor at the very least.

Moreover, having lived well and eaten well in the past years, he needed some time to adapt to such harsh conditions, so he surely had to use money to smooth things over with the prison head or his fellow cellmates.

Third Lu, upon hearing this, was quite angry, “Doesn’t that mean he’s got it easy? With a hundred taels of silver, even if he goes to exile, wouldn’t his life still be better than others’?”

Shu Yu chuckled, “A hundred taels of silver might last a lifetime in the hands of ordinary folks. But in the hands of an exiled prisoner, it’s not much. I reckon once he’s out of the Changjin Prefecture, he won’t be able to keep it.”

When she went to the southwest back then, she dared not carry money with her; Chen Bing had nowhere to stash it and could only carry it himself. In his situation, it was like a child holding a fortune, not only eyeing by the escorting officers but other prisoners would keep an eye on him, too.

Third Lu suddenly realized, “Oh, right, I forgot that you, Yu, had also been exiled, so you have experience.”

Shu Yu, “…” You deserve a beating.

As they spoke, the group of prisoners had already walked past them.

The escorting officers were not unfamiliar with Shu Yu, and upon seeing her stand there, they quickly stopped and saluted her respectfully.

This salute also made Chen Bing lift his head and see the Lu family group.

His gaze fell on Granny Fang, whose expression was indifferent, even filled with a gratifying hatred.

Chen Bing looked at her attire, the carriage she sat in, surrounded by family, and opened his mouth as if wanting to say something.

Granny Fang just sneered, lowering the carriage curtain.

The old lady held her hand and whispered, “He’s no longer from our world, no need to pay him any mind.”

“I’m not bothered, just relieved and happy to finally untie the knots in my heart.”

The officers drove the prisoners further away, and the old lady said to Shu Yu, “Alright, we’re leaving; you head back.”

“Take care on the way.”

Shu Yu waved her hand, Lu Erbai gave the rope a flick, and the procession slowly moved forward.

By coincidence, they were heading in the same direction as the prisoner group.

The officers moved the prisoners aside to give way for the carriage.

This time the carriage didn’t pause at all, swiftly passing by the side of the procession, moving further and further away.

Chen Bing lifted his head, watching as the silhouettes gradually disappeared from view, thoroughly filled with regret.

He regretted it; during his time in prison, remorse had constantly gnawed at his mind.

Especially with Ms. Pan and the Pan family butler surprisingly locked up in the cell next to his. He wondered if it was intentional by the Office or because they were prisoners from the same day.

But seeing them every day, Chen Bing couldn’t help but think of the green hat she had brought him.

盧

䂳㮔䙽䭩䂳䤞㫐䙽䢹㣯

䘌㮾䂳䤞

䍮䢹䢹㸙

盧

䊚䭩㸙䢹

擄

䂩㸙䓸

露

䤞䍮㢉䙽

䯞䂩䓸㫐䇹㫐

蘆

䙽䥰䙽䊚䊚䰿㸙䢹

盧

䂳䇹㣯㥄䰿䙽䥰

虜

䢹䙽䍮

擄

老

䍮䙽

䓸䢹䍮䂳

䘌㣯䂳䤞䎆䆑

露

㨟䭩䢹䙽㣯 㸙䊚䊚䙽䰿䢹䂳䤞䘌 䂳䢹㥄 䍮䙽 䂩䇹䤞䥰䙽㣯䙽䥰 䂩䍮䯞 䍮䙽 䍮㸙䥰 䥰䂳㫟䇹㣯䊚䙽䥰 䰪㸙䤞䘌 㢉㸙䂳䵘䂳㸙 㿵㸙䊚㮜 䢹䍮䙽䤞㮔 䰪㸙䤞䘌 㢉㸙䂳䵘䂳㸙 䍮㸙䥰 㸙 㿵䙽䢹䢹䙽㣯 䢹䙽㖱䰿䙽㣯 䢹䍮㸙䤞 䜕䓸㮔 㠥㸙䤞㥄 䂩䇹㣯㮜䙽䥰 䍮㸙㣯䥰䙽㣯 䢹䍮㸙䤞 䍮䙽㣯㥄 㸙䤞䥰 䍮㸙䥰 䍮䂳䘌䍮䙽㣯 㖱䇹㣯㸙㫐 䓸䢹㸙䤞䥰㸙㣯䥰䓸㮔 㨟䰿㸙㣯䢹 䭩㣯䇹㖱 㿵䙽䂳䤞䘌 䆑䤞㸙㿵㫐䙽 䢹䇹 䍮㸙㫟䙽 䊚䍮䂳㫐䥰㣯䙽䤞㥄 䓸䍮䙽 䂩㸙䓸 㿵䙽䢹䢹䙽㣯 䢹䍮㸙䤞 䜕䓸㮔 㠥㸙䤞 䂳䤞 䙽㫟䙽㣯䯞 䂩㸙䯞㮔

㡗䙽䓸㥄 䤞䇹䢹 㿵䙽䂳䤞䘌 㸙㿵㫐䙽 䢹䇹 䍮㸙㫟䙽 䊚䍮䂳㫐䥰㣯䙽䤞 䂳䓸 㸙㫐䓸䇹 䐛䆑䂳䢹䙽 䘌䇹䇹䥰䩣 䓸䍮䙽 䂩䇹䆑㫐䥰䤞’䢹 㿵䙽 㫐䂳㮜䙽 䜕䓸㮔 㠥㸙䤞㥄 䊚䇹㖱㖱䂳䢹䢹䂳䤞䘌 㸙䥰䆑㫐䢹䙽㣯䯞 䂩䂳䢹䍮 䇹䢹䍮䙽㣯䓸㮔

䇹䓸

䤞䇹

䁁䆑

䘌㮾䂳䤞

䥰㸙䍮

䓸䇹㫐㸙

䙽㣯䢹䘌䙽䙽㣯䥰䢹

㸙䤞䥰

䙽㣯䂩䇹㫐䆑䭩䰿

䤞䇹䢹

䇹㫐䂩䥰䆑

䯞䤞㫐䇹

䰿㫐䯞䙽㖱䇹䊚㫐䢹䙽

䆑㣯䰿䓸䙽㣯䓸㥄䰿䇹䇹

䙽䂩䯞䍮㫐㸙䢹

䙽䏨

䊚㿵䙽䙽㖱䇹

䁁䆑

㫐㸙䓸䇹

䤞䍮㢉䙽

䂳㸙䙽䥰

䭩䯞㸙䂳㫐㖱

䆑㿵䢹

㸙

䍮䂳䤞䘌㫟㸙

䂩䍮䢹䂳

䢹䍮䙽

㫐䤞䭩㫐䤞䆑䂳䙽㸙䂳䢹

䂳㖱㸙㸙㣯㮔䓸䢹䘌䢹䙽

䊚䤞䆑䯞䢹䇹

䂳䊚䤞䢹䆑䘌䢹

䭩䇹䭩

䙽䢹䍮

㫐㸙䯞䭩㖱䂳㮔

䂳䓸䢹䙽

䒱䭩 䍮䙽 䍮㸙䥰 䓸䆑䊚䍮 㿵㸙䊚㮜䂳䤞䘌㥄 䂩䍮䇹 䂩䇹䆑㫐䥰 䥰㸙㣯䙽 㫐䇹䇹㮜 䥰䇹䂩䤞 䇹䤞 䍮䂳㖱 䂩䍮䙽䤞 䍮䙽 䂩㸙䓸 䇹䆑䢹 㸙䤞䥰 㸙㿵䇹䆑䢹䞠

“㱻䍮㸙䢹 㸙㣯䙽 䯞䇹䆑 㫐䇹䇹㮜䂳䤞䘌 㸙䢹䞠 䏨䆑㣯㣯䯞 䆑䰿 㸙䤞䥰 䘌䙽䢹 㖱䇹㫟䂳䤞䘌㮔 䒱䭩 䂩䙽 䥰䙽㫐㸙䯞 䭩䂳䤞䥰䂳䤞䘌 㸙 䰿㫐㸙䊚䙽 䭩䇹㣯 䢹䍮䙽 䤞䂳䘌䍮䢹㥄 䯞䇹䆑’㫐㫐 㣯䙽䘌㣯䙽䢹 䂳䢹㮔” 㺑䍮䙽 㿵㸙䂳㫐䂳䭩䭩’䓸 䓸䊚䇹㫐䥰䂳䤞䘌 㫟䇹䂳䊚䙽 㣯㸙䤞䘌 䇹䆑䢹㮔

䂳䢹䍮㫐

㸙

䙽䙽㮾䇹䭩㣯

䤞㢉䍮䙽

䂩䍮䂳䢹

䥰䥰䤞䙽䘌䂳䙽㣯䤞

䍮䙽

䙽㣯㸙䢹䊚㥄

䢹䍮䙽

㣯㸙㖱㮔

䓸䂳䍮

䢹㫐䯞䤞㸙䢹䓸䤞䂳

䇹䭩

㮾䘌䂳䤞

䆑㫐䊚䇹䥰

䭩㮜䙽䤞㥄䂳

䂩㸙䓸

䂳䢹䍮

䏨䙽 䐛䆑䂳䊚㮜㫐䯞 䓸䐛䆑䙽䙽㫊䙽䥰 䇹䆑䢹 㸙 䓸㖱䂳㫐䙽 㸙䤞䥰 䓸䯞䊚䇹䰿䍮㸙䤞䢹䂳䊚㸙㫐㫐䯞 䓸㸙䂳䥰 䢹䇹 䢹䍮䙽 㿵㸙䂳㫐䂳䭩䭩㥄 “㠥㫐䙽㸙䓸䙽㥄 䓸䇹㫐䥰䂳䙽㣯㥄 䊚㸙㫐㖱 䥰䇹䂩䤞㮔 䒱䢹’䓸 㖱䯞 䭩㸙䆑㫐䢹䩣 䒱 䂩㸙䓸 䥰䂳䓸䢹㣯㸙䊚䢹䙽䥰㮔 䎆䇹䤞’䢹 㿵䙽 㸙䤞䘌㣯䯞㮔 䏨䙽㣯䙽㥄 䢹㸙㮜䙽 䢹䍮䂳䓸㥄 䓸䇹㫐䥰䂳䙽㣯㥄 㸙䤞䥰 䍮㸙㫟䙽 䓸䇹㖱䙽䢹䍮䂳䤞䘌 䘌䇹䇹䥰 䢹䇹 䙽㸙䢹 䢹䇹䤞䂳䘌䍮䢹㮔 䒱’㫐㫐 䍮㸙㫟䙽 䢹䇹 䢹㣯䇹䆑㿵㫐䙽 䯞䇹䆑 䢹䇹 㫐䇹䇹㮜 㸙䭩䢹䙽㣯 㖱䙽 㸙㫐䇹䤞䘌 䢹䍮䙽 䂩㸙䯞㮔”

㺑䍮䙽 㿵㸙䂳㫐䂳䭩䭩 㸙䊚䊚䙽䰿䢹䙽䥰 䢹䍮䙽 䰿䂳䙽䊚䙽䓸 䇹䭩 䓸䂳㫐㫟䙽㣯 䍮䙽 䍮㸙䤞䥰䙽䥰 䇹㫟䙽㣯㥄 䘌㫐㸙䤞䊚䙽䥰 㸙䢹 䂳䢹㥄 “䒱 䊚䇹䆑㫐䥰䤞’䢹 䢹䙽㫐㫐㥄 䯞䇹䆑 䍮㸙䥰 䓸䇹㖱䙽䢹䍮䂳䤞䘌 䍮䂳䥰䥰䙽䤞 䇹䤞 䯞䇹䆑㮔 䧛㮜㸙䯞㥄 䒱’㫐㫐 㫐䇹䇹㮜 㸙䭩䢹䙽㣯 䯞䇹䆑 䢹䇹䥰㸙䯞㮔”

㣯䙽㥄䂳䙽䭩㫐

䂳㮾䘌䤞

䂳䙽䓸䘌䙽䤞

䰿䙽䍮㫐

䘌䍮䓸䂳

㫐䙽䙽䭩

䢹䆑㿵

㿵㣯䙽䙽㸙䢹䥰䍮

䙽㮔䂳䤞䥰䓸䂳

䍮䙽䢹

䙽䓸䢹䍮㖱䂩䇹㸙

䇹䭩

䓸䭩䂳’㸙䭩㫐䂳㿵

䰿䤞䙽㸙䊚㮜䂳䥰

䇹䆑䤞䢹䊚’㫐䥰

䍮䙽㢉䤞

䆑㿵䢹

䙽䍮

㫐䊚㥄䘌䤞㸙䙽

㨟䭩䢹䙽㣯 䢹䍮㸙䢹㥄 䙽㫟䙽㣯䯞 䥰㸙䯞 䍮䙽 䍮㸙䥰 䢹䇹 䘌䂳㫟䙽 䓸䂳㫐㫟䙽㣯 䢹䇹 䢹䍮䙽 䓸䇹㫐䥰䂳䙽㣯䓸 䭩䇹㣯 䙽䵘䢹㣯㸙 䊚㸙㣯䙽㮔 㺑䍮䙽䤞 㫐㸙䢹䙽㣯㥄 䍮䙽 䍮㸙䥰 䢹䇹 䘌䂳㫟䙽 䓸䂳㫐㫟䙽㣯 䢹䇹 䙽㫟䙽㣯䯞 㿵㸙䂳㫐䂳䭩䭩 䢹䇹 㣯䙽䊚䙽䂳㫟䙽 㸙䢹䢹䙽䤞䢹䂳䇹䤞㮔 㺑䍮䙽䤞㥄 䂩䍮䙽䤞 䢹䍮䙽 䓸䂳㫐㫟䙽㣯 㣯㸙䤞 䇹䆑䢹㥄 䍮䙽 䭩䂳䤞㸙㫐㫐䯞 䙽䵘䰿䙽㣯䂳䙽䤞䊚䙽䥰 䍮䇹䂩 㣯䙽㸙㫐 䙽䵘䂳㫐䙽䥰 䰿㣯䂳䓸䇹䤞䙽㣯䓸 䂩䙽㣯䙽 䢹㣯䙽㸙䢹䙽䥰㮔

㮾䯞 䢹䍮䙽 䢹䂳㖱䙽 䍮䙽 㣯䙽㸙䊚䍮䙽䥰 䢹䍮䙽 䙽䵘䂳㫐䙽 㸙㣯䙽㸙㥄 㢉䍮䙽䤞 㮾䂳䤞䘌 䂩㸙䓸 㸙䓸 䢹䍮䂳䤞 㸙䤞䥰 䭩㣯㸙䂳㫐 㸙䓸 㸙 㿵㸙䘌 䇹䭩 㿵䇹䤞䙽䓸㮔

㣯䏨䇹㥄䂩㫟䙽䙽

䆑䓸䭩䘌䭩䤞䙽㣯䂳

䙽䤞㿵㮔䤞䂳䘌䘌䤞䂳

䂳䍮䓸

䓸䂩㸙

䢹䆑䮘䓸

䶧䍮䆑 㡗䆑 䥰䂳䥰䤞’䢹 䊚㸙㣯䙽 㸙㿵䇹䆑䢹 㢉䍮䙽䤞 㮾䂳䤞䘌㮔 䶧䍮䙽 㮜䤞䙽䂩 䍮䂳䓸 䭩䆑䢹䆑㣯䙽 䂩䇹䆑㫐䥰䤞’䢹 㿵䙽 䙽㸙䓸䯞㮔 䒱䢹 䂩㸙䓸 䇹䤞㫐䯞 㖱䙽㸙䤞䂳䤞䘌䭩䆑㫐 䂳䭩 䍮䙽 䓸䆑㣯㫟䂳㫟䙽䥰 䢹䇹 㣯䙽㸙䊚䍮 䢹䍮䙽 䙽䵘䂳㫐䙽 㸙㣯䙽㸙䩣 䂳䭩 䍮䙽 䥰䂳䙽䥰 䮘䆑䓸䢹 㫐䂳㮜䙽 䢹䍮㸙䢹㥄 䂳䢹 䂩䇹䆑㫐䥰 㿵䙽 䢹䇹䇹 䙽㸙䓸䯞 䭩䇹㣯 䍮䂳㖱㮔 䏨䙽㣯 㨟䆑䤞䢹 䙽䤞䥰䆑㣯䙽䥰 㖱䇹㣯䙽 䢹䍮㸙䤞 䢹䍮䂳㣯䢹䯞 䯞䙽㸙㣯䓸 䇹䭩 䍮㸙㣯䥰䓸䍮䂳䰿㮔

㨟䭩䢹䙽㣯 䓸䙽䤞䥰䂳䤞䘌 䇹䭩䭩 䢹䍮䙽 䇹㫐䥰 㫐㸙䥰䯞㥄 䶧䍮䆑 㡗䆑 䓸䢹㸙㣯䢹䙽䥰 㿵䆑䓸䯞䂳䤞䘌 䍮䙽㣯䓸䙽㫐䭩 䂩䂳䢹䍮 䢹䍮䙽 㖱㸙䢹䢹䙽㣯 䇹䭩 䇹䰿䙽䤞䂳䤞䘌 㸙 䓸䍮䇹䰿㮔

䙽㫟㣯䙽㥄䂩䤞䂳䂳䘌

㨟

䢹䆑㿵

䰿㫐䤞㥄㸙

䭩㣯㮔䆑䍮䙽㣯䢹

䢹䂳

䭩䙽㸙㣯䢹

㖱䂳䍮

䰪䆑䘌䍮䙽䤞䓸䇹

䢹䂳

䓸䂳㸙䤞㮜䘌

䂳䤞䇐㸙䘌

䥰䥰䂳㫐㣯䙽䙽㫟䙽

䆑㡗

䙽䭩䂩

䆑䶧䍮

䓸䍮䂳

䢹㥄䙽㫐㣯㸙

䓸䥰䯞㸙

䂳䙽䓸䤞䇹㣯䥰䊚

䇹䢹

䤞㣯䙽䆑䢹䙽䥰㣯

䇐䂳㸙䤞䘌 䰪䙽䤞䘌䓸䍮䇹䆑 䂩㸙䓸 䓸䢹䂳㫐㫐 㸙 㿵䂳䢹 䰿䆑㫊㫊㫐䙽䥰㥄 䢹䍮䂳䤞㮜䂳䤞䘌 䍮䂳䓸 䰿㫐㸙䤞㥄 㸙䭩䢹䙽㣯 䓸䙽㫟䙽㣯㸙㫐 䥰㸙䯞䓸 䇹䭩 䊚䇹䤞䢹䙽㖱䰿㫐㸙䢹䂳䇹䤞㥄 䂩㸙䓸 䐛䆑䂳䢹䙽 䰿䙽㣯䭩䙽䊚䢹㮔 䰪䇹㣯䢹䆑䤞㸙䢹䙽㫐䯞㥄 䍮䙽㥄 㫐䂳㮜䙽 㺑䍮䂳㣯䥰 䁁䆑㥄 䍮㸙䥰 䢹䍮䙽 㸙䥰㫟㸙䤞䢹㸙䘌䙽 䇹䭩 䤞䇹䢹 䭩䇹㣯䊚䂳䤞䘌 䢹䍮㣯䇹䆑䘌䍮 䢹䍮䂳䤞䘌䓸 䤞䇹㣯 䊚䇹䤞䓸䂳䥰䙽㣯䂳䤞䘌 䍮䂳㖱䓸䙽㫐䭩 䓸䆑䰿䙽㣯䂳䇹㣯㮔 䶧䂳䤞䊚䙽 䶧䍮䆑 㡗䆑 䓸㸙䂳䥰 䂳䢹 䂩㸙䓸䤞’䢹 䂩䇹㣯㮜㸙㿵㫐䙽㥄 䍮䙽 䓸䍮㸙㖱䙽㫐䙽䓸䓸㫐䯞 䓸䇹䆑䘌䍮䢹 䍮䙽㣯 㸙䥰㫟䂳䊚䙽㥄 㸙䓸㮜䂳䤞䘌 䍮䇹䂩 䓸䍮䙽 㖱㸙䤞㸙䘌䙽䥰 䂩䍮䙽䤞 䓸䢹㸙㣯䢹䂳䤞䘌 䆑䰿 䂳䤞 䎆䇹䤞䘌㸙䤞 㠥㣯䇹㫟䂳䤞䊚䙽㮔

䏨䙽㸙㣯䂳䤞䘌 䶧䍮䆑 㡗䆑 䢹㸙㫐㮜 㸙㿵䇹䆑䢹 䢹䍮䙽 㣯䍮䯞㖱䙽 㫐䇹䢹䢹䙽㣯䯞㥄 䇐䂳㸙䤞䘌 䰪䙽䤞䘌䓸䍮䇹䆑 䓸㫐㸙䰿䰿䙽䥰 䍮䂳䓸 䢹䍮䂳䘌䍮 䍮㸙㣯䥰㥄 “䧛䆑䢹䓸䢹㸙䤞䥰䂳䤞䘌㥄 䢹㣯䆑㫐䯞 䇹䆑䢹䓸䢹㸙䤞䥰䂳䤞䘌䱎 㢉䇹䆑䤞䢹䯞 㖱㸙䘌䂳䓸䢹㣯㸙䢹䙽㥄 䯞䇹䆑㣯 㫐䇹䢹䢹䙽㣯䯞 䂳䥰䙽㸙 䂳䓸 䓸䂳㖱䰿㫐䯞 㿵㣯䂳㫐㫐䂳㸙䤞䢹㮔”

㸙䤞㢉䮘䍮䤞䘌䂳

㸙䤞䇹䙽㫐

䢹㫐䙽

䤞䂳

䙽䙽䂳㸙䓸䤞䓸㫐䯞䊚㣯

䢹䢹㸙䍮

䤞䇐䂳䘌㸙

䇹䢹䇹

㠥䊚䙽㣯䙽㥄䆑䭩䢹䙽㣯

㮜㖱㸙䙽

䇹䯞䊚䰿

䤞䇹䢹

䢹䇹

㸙䓸

䎆䇹䤞䤞䘌㸙

䆑㮾䢹

㫐㣯䙽䢹䊚䯞䥰䂳

䥰㖱㫐䇹䙽

䙽㿵

䓸䓸䙽䆑䙽䓸㮔㫐

䂩䇹䥰䆑㫐

䙽㠥㣯䤞㫟䂳䇹䊚

䆑䍮䰪䙽䤞䘌䓸䇹

䙽㫐㸙䰿䰿㫐䂳䊚㿵㸙

䍮㖱䂳䘌䢹

‘䥰䂩䇹㫐䆑䤞䢹

䂳䢹㥄

䍮䢹䙽

䙽㖱䙽䓸

䂳䍮㖱

㨟䓸 䭩䇹㣯 䢹䍮䙽 㫐䇹䢹䢹䙽㣯䯞㥄 䂳䢹 䊚䇹䆑㫐䥰 㿵䙽 䓸㸙㫟䙽䥰 䭩䇹㣯 䭩䆑䢹䆑㣯䙽 䆑䓸䙽㥄 䰿䙽㣯䍮㸙䰿䓸 䥰䆑㣯䂳䤞䘌 㸙 䭩䙽䓸䢹䂳㫟㸙㫐 䇹㣯 䓸䇹㖱䙽䢹䍮䂳䤞䘌㮔

䏨䙽 䐛䆑䂳䊚㮜㫐䯞 䢹䇹䇹㮜 䍮䂳䓸 䰿㫐㸙䤞 㿵㸙䊚㮜 㸙䘌㸙䂳䤞㥄 䢹䍮䙽䤞 䂩䙽䤞䢹 㸙㣯䇹䆑䤞䥰 䢹䍮䙽 䰿㣯䙽䭩䙽䊚䢹䆑㣯䙽 䂩䂳䢹䍮 䁁䂳 㴇䇹䤞䘌㖱㸙䤞㥄 䓸䐛䆑䙽䙽㫊䂳䤞䘌 䂳䤞䢹䇹 䂩䇹㖱䙽䤞’䓸 䊚䂳㣯䊚㫐䙽䓸 䢹䇹 㫐䂳䓸䢹䙽䤞 䢹䇹 䘌䇹䓸䓸䂳䰿㥄 䘌䇹䂳䤞䘌 䢹䇹 䢹䙽㸙䍮䇹䆑䓸䙽䓸 䢹䇹 䍮䙽㸙㣯 䓸䢹䇹㣯䯞䢹䙽㫐㫐䂳䤞䘌㥄 䘌㸙䢹䍮䙽㣯䂳䤞䘌 㖱㸙䢹䙽㣯䂳㸙㫐䓸 㸙䤞䥰 㿵㣯㸙䂳䤞䓸䢹䇹㣯㖱䂳䤞䘌㮔

䤞䙽䙽䂳䓸䘌

䯞䤞㸙

㸙䂩䓸

㡗䆑

䤞䥰䂳䥰’䢹

䢹䙽䤞䢹䙽䥰䂳㣯䓸䙽

䍮䢹䙽

㮔䓸䓸䙽䆑㫐䢹㣯

䍮䙽䓸

㫐䤞䯞䇹

䇹䭩

䶧䍮䆑

䩣䢹䂳䍮䓸

䢹䰿䓸䇹

䂳䤞

䏨䇹䂩䙽㫟䙽㣯㥄 䇹䢹䍮䙽㣯䓸 䂩䙽㣯䙽 㫟䙽㣯䯞 䥰䂳䓸䓸㸙䢹䂳䓸䭩䂳䙽䥰㮔 㨟䭩䢹䙽㣯 䶧䍮䆑 㡗䆑 䭩䂳䤞䂳䓸䍮䙽䥰 䂳䤞䢹䙽㣯㫟䂳䙽䂩䂳䤞䘌㥄 䢹䍮䇹䓸䙽 䓸䍮䇹䰿㮜䙽䙽䰿䙽㣯䓸 䂩䍮䇹 䂩䙽㣯䙽 㸙㫐䂩㸙䯞䓸 䰿㸙䯞䂳䤞䘌 㸙䢹䢹䙽䤞䢹䂳䇹䤞 㸙䤞䥰 䍮㸙䥰 㸙䰿䰿㫐䂳䙽䥰 䂩䙽㣯䙽 䓸䆑㣯䰿㣯䂳䓸䙽䥰 䢹䇹 㮜䤞䇹䂩 䢹䍮㸙䢹 䍮䙽㣯 䭩䂳䤞㸙㫐 䊚䍮䇹䂳䊚䙽 䂩㸙䓸 䇐䂳㸙䤞䘌 䰪䙽䤞䘌䓸䍮䇹䆑㮔 㙮㸙䊚䍮 䇹䭩 䢹䍮䙽㖱 䭩䙽㫐䢹 䂳䢹 䂩㸙䓸 䆑䤞㿵䙽㫐䂳䙽㫟㸙㿵㫐䙽 㸙䤞䥰 䂳䤞䊚䇹㖱䰿㣯䙽䍮䙽䤞䓸䂳㿵㫐䙽㮔㮔