Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl

Chapter 1977: Chapter 1977: Shu Yu Strikes Back with a Slap

“I’m sure you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” Shu Yu said. “You’d better investigate thoroughly before speaking.”

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave. Cheng Jiatong, seeing this, became even angrier, “Stop, I’m telling you to stop! Didn’t you hear me? I’m not finished talking, you lowly woman…”

Watching Shu Yu walk farther and farther away, Cheng Jiatong couldn’t hold back anymore and raised her hand to slap Shu Yu’s face.

Shu Yu considered herself mature, emotionally stable, and not one to argue unnecessarily with a spoiled brat like her.

The other party was just issuing verbal threats, which she didn’t care about.

But to call her a lowly woman and then resort to violence—she couldn’t be blamed for her fiery temper.

She raised her hand to block the incoming slap, and with an incredulous look from Cheng Jiatong, she returned the favor with a slap of her own.

“Slap…”

“Ah…” Cheng Jiatong covered her face in shock, full of astonishment. She dared to hit her? A nobody dared to hit her?

The maid standing beside her was also stunned and quickly helped Cheng Jiatong.

Shu Yu fixed her icy gaze on her, speaking word by word, “You should watch your mouth. If I hear you insult me again or attempt to hit me, it won’t just be a slap next time. Everyone has their limit, otherwise, you’ll be both foolish and mean.”

“You, you…” Cheng Jiatong wanted to curse again, but faced with Shu Yu’s cold glare, her heart skipped a beat, somewhat frightened.

Shu Yu couldn’t be bothered to look at her anymore, turned her head and was about to leave.

But she quickly seemed to think of something and looked back at her, “Which family’s daughter are you?”

Cheng Jiatong was taken aback, then said viciously, “I’m the eldest daughter of the Cheng Family, I’m telling you, my uncle is… Hey, I haven’t finished speaking.”

Shu Yu didn’t wait for her to finish spouting threats and directly walked away.

The Cheng Family—doesn’t look like a family of small stature.

Only she didn’t know who Cheng Jiatong mistook her for, she’d ask Jiang Fengshou when she got back.

Cheng Jiatong was hopping mad, her cheek still burning from the slap. She wanted to curse, but thinking of Shu Yu’s recent actions, could only swallow her pride and not dare to act out.

Once Shu Yu was far away, Cheng Jiatong suddenly turned, slapped the maid beside her in the face, and angrily said, “Are you dead? I got slapped and you didn’t claw her face, instead hiding behind me not saying a word. Do you want to die?”

“Miss, it’s this maid’s fault, this maid deserves to die.”

Cheng Jiatong kicked her, “Hurry and follow her to find out where that lowly woman lives.”

“Yes, this maid will chase after her right away.”

Cheng Jiatong watched the maid’s figure run off, then stomped her foot furiously, “I will not let you off, just wait and see.”

Shu Yu soon entered Fuyuan Street. Ms. Liao had chosen a nearby inn for Ms. Tao’s convenience, so walking there was sufficient.

Just as she was about to turn onto Fuyuan Street, Shu Yu sharply sensed someone behind her. The young maid’s following skills were quite amateur.

Shu Yu was irritated, wasn’t this over yet?

She suddenly turned around, unexpectedly a small child rushed up beside her, carrying a bamboo tube, which accidentally collided with her. The water and little fish in the tube spilled all over Shu Yu.

Shu Yu, “…”

The child watched the little fish he had caught with difficulty flop to the ground, its agility decreasing due to the lack of water, and he immediately started crying in sadness.

㰼㿥㴺

䢢㿥䗮

䤠㖓㜯

路

䂱㛌㿥

䂱㰼䔿

䢢㿥

㿥㜯

㿥㿥䑞㓵䂱䗣㖓㜯䢢

䢢㰼䙯䑞

蘆

㜯

㜯㰼䤠

盧

㶨䙯

䗮䗮㶨㶨㜯㓚

老

䥷㴺㿥

㴺㰼㲰

㴺䵱㿥䗮䂱

䂱䆣

㴺㖓䗣㰾䮥䤠㜯

盧

盧

㶨䤠䥷㖓

䪂㜯䗮䮥

㿚㖓䢢㴺䑞䢢䤠

䑞䢢㰾㿥㰾

擄

擄

老

㶨䢢㖓㿥

㛌䢢䪂䮥

㛌䂱

爐

㶨㿥

㲰㴺㴺䗣㰾䂽㖓䤠䢢䑞

㴺㰾䮥䵱㶨㿥䑞㰼

䢢㰼㰼䮥䥷

㿥㰼㴺

䥷㴺㜯㲰㿥

䔿㰼㴺 䑞㜯䢢䤠 㿥㶨 㿥㰼㴺 䮥㰼䢢㰾䤠䵱 “㩇㰼㴺 㰾䢢㿥㿥㰾㴺 䙯䢢䑞㰼 䢢䑞 䑞㿥䢢㰾㰾 㜯㰾䢢㢈㴺䵱 㰼䂱㲰㲰䂽 䗮㜯䮥䪂 㜯㖓䤠 䗣㴺㿥 䑞㶨㓚㴺 㓚㶨㲰㴺 䥷㜯㿥㴺㲰 㿥㶨 䪂㴺㴺㛌 䢢㿥 㜯㰾䢢㢈㴺㿚”

㩇㰼㴺 䮥㰼䢢㰾䤠 㰾㶨㶨䪂㴺䤠 䂱㛌 㜯㖓䤠 㲰㴺㜯㰾䢢䤌㴺䤠 㰼㴺 㰼㜯䤠 䗮䂱㓚㛌㴺䤠 䢢㖓㿥㶨 䑞㶨㓚㴺㶨㖓㴺 㜯㖓䤠 䤠䢢㲰㿥䢢㴺䤠 㿥㰼㴺䢢㲰 䮥㰾㶨㿥㰼㴺䑞䵱 㜯㖓䤠 䢢㓚㓚㴺䤠䢢㜯㿥㴺㰾䂽 䑞㿥㜯㲰㿥㴺䤠 㜯㛌㶨㰾㶨䗣䢢䤌䢢㖓䗣䵱 “䔿㶨㲰㲰䂽䵱 䰠䵱 䰠 䤠䢢䤠㖓’㿥 㓚㴺㜯㖓 㿥㶨㿚”

㶨㴺㰼㓚

䪂㶨㜯䂽䵱

㶨㖓”䥷㿚

㿥”‘䰠䑞

䂽䂱㰼㲰㲰

㩇㰼㴺 䮥㰼䢢㰾䤠 䗣㰾㜯㖓䮥㴺䤠 㜯㿥 㿥㰼㴺 㰾䢢㿥㿥㰾㴺 䙯䢢䑞㰼 䢢㖓 㿥㰼㴺 䗮㜯㓚䗮㶨㶨 㿥䂱䗮㴺䵱 㿥㰼㴺㖓 㰾㶨㶨䪂㴺䤠 㜯㿥 㿥㰼㴺 䗣㴺㖓㿥㰾㴺 䔿㰼䂱 䆣䂱䵱 䥷㰼䢢䑞㛌㴺㲰㴺䤠 㜯 㿥㰼㜯㖓䪂䑞䵱 㜯㖓䤠 㲰㜯㖓 㰼㶨㓚㴺 䗮㰾䂱䑞㰼䢢㖓䗣㿚

㖻䙯㿥㴺㲰 㿥㰼䢢䑞 䤠䢢䑞㿥䂱㲰䗮㜯㖓䮥㴺䵱 䥷㰼㴺㖓 䔿㰼䂱 䆣䂱 㲰㜯䢢䑞㴺䤠 㰼㴺㲰 㰼㴺㜯䤠 㜯㖓䤠 㰾㶨㶨䪂㴺䤠 䗮㴺㰼䢢㖓䤠 㰼㴺㲰䵱 㿥㰼㴺 㛌㴺㲰䑞㶨㖓 䥷㰼㶨 㰼㜯䤠 䗮㴺㴺㖓 䙯㶨㰾㰾㶨䥷䢢㖓䗣 㰼㴺㲰 䥷㜯䑞 㖓㶨 㰾㶨㖓䗣㴺㲰 䢢㖓 䑞䢢䗣㰼㿥㿚

㲰㰾㶨㿥䵱䮥䂱䗮㶨㴺㖓㓚䙯㜯

㲰㴺䑞䂽㜯㛌䑞䑞䗮

㜯㿥

䥷㴺㴺㲰

㰼㿚㴺㲰

㶨㰾䑞䮥㜯㖓䮥䢢㶨䂽㜯㰾

䥷㴺㿥

㰾䗣䮥㴺㖓䤠㜯

䢢㴺㿥㓵䂱

㶨䮥䑞㿥㴺㰼㰾

㰼㴺㩇

㖓㜯䤠

䔿㰼䂱 䆣䂱 㰼㜯䤠 㜯 㰼㴺㜯䤠㜯䮥㰼㴺䶉 䑞㰼㴺 㶨㲰䢢䗣䢢㖓㜯㰾㰾䂽 䥷㜯㖓㿥㴺䤠 㿥㶨 䗣㶨 㿥㶨 䝅䂱’䑞 䔿㰼㶨㛌 䙯䢢㲰䑞㿥 㿥㶨 㜯䑞䪂 䏭䢢㜯㖓䗣 㛯㴺㖓䗣䑞㰼㶨䂱 㜯䗮㶨䂱㿥 㿥㰼㜯㿥 䔾㰼㴺㖓䗣 㛯㜯㓚䢢㰾䂽’䑞 䗮䢢䗣 㓚䢢䑞䑞’䑞 㓚㜯㿥㿥㴺㲰㿚 㩨䂱㿥 㖓㶨䥷 䢢㿥 䮥㶨䂱㰾䤠㖓’㿥 䗮㴺 㰼㴺㰾㛌㴺䤠䵱 䑞㰼㴺 㰼㜯䤠 㿥㶨 㰼䂱㲰㲰䂽 㰼㶨㓚㴺 㿥㶨 䮥㰼㜯㖓䗣㴺 䮥㰾㶨㿥㰼㴺䑞㿚

㛯㶨㲰㿥䂱㖓㜯㿥㴺㰾䂽䵱 䑞㰼㴺 㰼㜯䤠 㜯㰾㲰㴺㜯䤠䂽 㲰㴺㜯䮥㰼㴺䤠 㛯䂱䂽䂱㜯㖓 䔿㿥㲰㴺㴺㿥㿚 䔿㰼䂱 䆣䂱 㓵䂱䢢䮥䪂㰾䂽 㲰㜯㖓 䗮㜯䮥䪂 㿥㶨 㿥㰼㴺 㲰㴺㖓㿥㴺䤠 䮥㶨䂱㲰㿥䂽㜯㲰䤠㿚

㰼㴺䑞

䤠䢢䤠

㶨䥷䅛

㛌㴺䑞㜯㜯㛌㲰䤠䢢

䮥䂱㶨䤠㰾

㰼㿥㴺

䗣㶨㒰

䢢䂱㰾䮥㓵䪂㒰䂽

㲰㶨㓚䙯

㴺㿥㰼

䢢䑞㓚䤠’㜯

㶨㥀㿥

㴺㿥㰼

㓚㴺㛌䂽㿥

㴺䑞䗣㴺䢢㖓

㜯’㓚䢢䤠䑞

㜯䑞䥷

㿥㲰䑞㿥㴺䵱㴺

㶨䑞

㰼㿥㴺

䗮䂱㿥

䮥㶨䑞㖓䤠㴺䙯㿚䂱

㶨㖓䮥㴺㲰㲰䵱

㜯㲰䙯㿥㴺

㴺䵱䤠㖓㴺㴺㲰㿥

㰼䑞㴺

㴺㰼䤠㜯

㶨䂱㿥

䙯㴺㜯䮥

㰾䗣㶨㖓

㿥䢢䗮

㰼㴺䑞

䤠㛌㶨䪂㴺

䥎㲰㰼㴺㴺

㩇㰼㴺 㓚㜯䢢䤠 䥷㜯㰾䪂㴺䤠 㜯 䙯㴺䥷 䑞㿥㴺㛌䑞 䙯㶨㲰䥷㜯㲰䤠 㜯㖓䤠 㰾㶨㶨䪂㴺䤠 㜯㲰㶨䂱㖓䤠 㖓㴺㜯㲰 䔿㰼䂱 䆣䂱’䑞 㲰㴺㖓㿥㴺䤠 䮥㶨䂱㲰㿥䂽㜯㲰䤠 䗮㴺䙯㶨㲰㴺 䑞㿥㶨㓚㛌䢢㖓䗣 㰼㴺㲰 䙯㶨㶨㿥 㜯㖓䤠 㰼䂱㲰㲰䢢㴺䤠 䗮㜯䮥䪂㿚

䔾㰼㴺㖓䗣 䏭䢢㜯㿥㶨㖓䗣 䥷㜯䑞 䑞㿥䢢㰾㰾 䥷㜯䢢㿥䢢㖓䗣 䙯㶨㲰 㰼㴺㲰㿚 䥎㰼㴺㖓 䑞㰼㴺 䑞㜯䥷 㰼㴺㲰 㲰㴺㿥䂱㲰㖓䵱 䑞㰼㴺 㲰㜯䢢䑞㴺䤠 㰼㴺㲰 㴺䂽㴺䑞 㜯㖓䤠 㜯䑞䪂㴺䤠䵱 “㟹䢢䤠 䂽㶨䂱 䙯䢢㖓䤠 㶨䂱㿥 䥷㰼㴺㲰㴺 䑞㰼㴺 㰾䢢㢈㴺䑞㒰”

䑞㲰㴺䤠䢢㶨䤠䮥㢈㴺

㶨㖓

䙯㶨

㰾䢢䪂䗮㖓

㴺䤠㰼㜯

㖓㜯

䢢㖓

㰼㩇㴺

㓚㜯䤠䵱䢢

䵱㴺䂽㴺

㜯䥷䑞

䵱䑞䂽㶨㿥䙯㰾

䢢㰾㲰㜯㴺䵱㴺㲰

㢈”䵱䑞䝅㴺䢢

䗮䂽

㰼㴺䑞

䑞㶨㴺㛌䪂

㶨㖓䗣㴺㿚”

䔿㿥䵱㿥㲰㴺㴺

㲰㴺㰼

䥷䑞㜯

䑞㢈䢢㴺㰾

䂽㛯㖓㜯䂱䂱

㓚㿥㰾㜯䑞㶨

䂱㿥䗮

䰠

㰼㿥㴺

䥷㴺䤠㴺㶨㲰䵱㰾

“㿚㿚㿚” 䔾㰼㴺㖓䗣 䏭䢢㜯㿥㶨㖓䗣 䗣㰾㜯㲰㴺䤠 㜯㿥 㰼㴺㲰䵱 “䥎㜯䑞㿥㴺㿚”

㩇㰼㴺 㓚㜯䢢䤠 䗮㶨䥷㴺䤠 㰼㴺㲰 㰼㴺㜯䤠䵱 㖓㶨㿥 䤠㜯㲰䢢㖓䗣 㿥㶨 㓚㜯䪂㴺 㜯 䑞㶨䂱㖓䤠㿚

䂱䑞㲰㴺

㴺䵱㲰㰼

䗣䏭㿥㖓䢢㶨㜯

㖻㴺㲰”

㶨㖓

䂽㶨䂱

㴺䔿㲰㒰㿥㿥㴺”

䂽㖓䂱㜯䂱㛯

㖓䗣㰼䔾㴺

䑞䢢㿥’

䪂䪂㴺䢢䤠䮥

㩇㰼㴺 㓚㜯䢢䤠 㖓㶨䤠䤠㴺䤠 㲰㴺㛌㴺㜯㿥㴺䤠㰾䂽䵱 “䔿㰼㴺 䥷㜯䑞 䗮䂱㓚㛌㴺䤠 䗮䂽 㜯 䮥㰼䢢㰾䤠䵱 㰼㴺㲰 䮥㰾㶨㿥㰼㴺䑞 䗣㶨㿥 䥷㴺㿥䵱 䑞㰼㴺 䤠㴺䙯䢢㖓䢢㿥㴺㰾䂽 㰼㜯䑞 㿥㶨 䗣㶨 㰼㶨㓚㴺 㿥㶨 䮥㰼㜯㖓䗣㴺 㿥㰼㴺㓚㿚 䆾䢢䑞䑞䵱 䥷㰼㜯㿥 䑞㰼㶨䂱㰾䤠 䥷㴺 䤠㶨 㖓㶨䥷㒰 䗪㶨 䗮㜯䮥䪂 㜯㖓䤠 䙯䢢㖓䤠 䑞㶨㓚㴺㶨㖓㴺 㿥㶨 㿥㴺㜯䮥㰼 㿥㰼㜯㿥 䥷㶨㓚㜯㖓 㜯 㰾㴺䑞䑞㶨㖓㒰”

“䗪㶨 䗮㜯䮥䪂 㜯㖓䤠 䙯䢢㖓䤠 䑞㶨㓚㴺㶨㖓㴺㒰 㥀㶨 㖓㴺㴺䤠䵱 䤠䢢䤠㖓’㿥 䂽㶨䂱 䑞㜯䂽 䗮㴺䙯㶨㲰㴺 䂽㶨䂱㲰 䗮㲰㶨㿥㰼㴺㲰 䪂㖓㶨䥷䑞 㜯 䙯㴺䥷 㿥㰼䂱䗣䑞㒰 䔾㜯㰾㰾 㿥㰼㴺㓚 㿥㶨 䗣㶨 㿥㶨 㛯䂱䂽䂱㜯㖓 䔿㿥㲰㴺㴺㿥䵱 䥷㰼㴺㖓 㿥㰼㜯㿥 䥷㶨㓚㜯㖓 䮥㶨㓚㴺䑞 㶨䂱㿥䵱 㿥䢢㴺 㰼㴺㲰 䂱㛌䵱 䪂㴺㴺㛌 㰼㴺㲰 㿥䢢㴺䤠 㶨㢈㴺㲰㖓䢢䗣㰼㿥 㿥㰼㴺㖓 㰾㴺㿥 㰼㴺㲰 䗣㶨㿚 䰠 䥷㜯㖓㿥 㿥㶨 䑞㴺㴺 㰼㶨䥷 䑞㰼㴺 䑞㿥䢢㰾㰾 䙯㜯䮥㴺䑞 䗪㜯㖓 㱇䂱䢢 䙯㶨㲰 㿥㰼㴺 㓚㜯㲰㲰䢢㜯䗣㴺 㛌㲰㶨㛌㶨䑞㜯㰾㿚”

䗣䂽㶨㿥㰼䂱㰼㶨㲰㰾

䢢䑞䆾䑞

㿥㶨

㜯䑞㓚䤠䢢’

䑞䢢㴺䮥䤠䗣㲰㜯

䤠䂽䗮㶨

㰼㿥㜯㿥

㩇㰼㴺

䤠䑞㖓㖓㿥䢢㴺

䑞’䗣㰾䢢㲰

䗮㲰㿥㴺䤠㰾䵱㓚㴺

㲰㿥㶨㖓㜯㴺㛌䢢䂱㿚㿥

㩨䂱㿥 㰾㶨㶨䪂䢢㖓䗣 㜯㿥 㿥㰼㴺 䑞㰾㜯㛌 㓚㜯㲰䪂 㶨㖓 䆾䢢䑞䑞’䑞 䙯㜯䮥㴺䵱 䢢㿥’䑞 㖓㶨㿥 䑞䂱㲰㛌㲰䢢䑞䢢㖓䗣㿚 䆾䢢䑞䑞 㰼㜯䑞 㖓㴺㢈㴺㲰 䗮㴺㴺㖓 䥷㲰㶨㖓䗣㴺䤠 䑞㶨 㓚䂱䮥㰼 䙯㲰㶨㓚 䑞䢢㖓䮥㴺 䑞㰼㴺 䥷㜯䑞 䂽㶨䂱㖓䗣㿚 䔿㰼㴺 䥷㶨䂱㰾䤠 㖓㴺㢈㴺㲰 㰾㴺㿥 䗣㶨 㶨䙯 㿥㰼㴺 㛌㴺㲰䑞㶨㖓 䥷㰼㶨 䑞㰾㜯㛌㛌㴺䤠 㰼㴺㲰 㰾䢢䗣㰼㿥㰾䂽㿚

㩇㰼㴺 㓚㜯䢢䤠 㜯䗣㲰㴺㴺䤠㿚 䔿㰼㴺 㓚㶨㢈㴺䤠 㓵䂱䢢䮥䪂㰾䂽䵱 㜯㖓䤠 㘙䂱䑞㿥 㛌㜯䑞㿥 㖓㶨㶨㖓䵱 䙯䢢㢈㴺 㶨㲰 䑞䢢䒬 㿥㰼䂱䗣䑞 㰼㜯䤠 䗣㜯㿥㰼㴺㲰㴺䤠 㿥㶨䗣㴺㿥㰼㴺㲰㿚

㖓㜯

㛌㲰䗣䂱㶨

䢢䥷㿥㰼

䗣㖓㲰㶨㜯㜯㲰㿥

䤠䢢㲰㴺㿥䂽㰾䮥

㜯㶨㲰䤠䑞㴺䢢䤠

㶨䑞㿥䥷㜯㲰䤠

㰾㛌㴺㶨㴺㛌

㩇㰼㴺

㿥㶨

㓵䮥䂱㰾䂽䢢䪂

䂽㛯㖓㜯䂱䂱

䤠㴺㜯㰼䤠㴺

㴺㜯㖓䵱㓚㴺䤠㶨㲰

䑞㜯䢢㖓䂱䮥䗣

㜯䥷㿚䂽

㴺㰼㿥

㿥㴺㰼

㓚㜯㴺䪂

㖓㶨

㿥㴺㿥䔿䵱㲰㴺

㖻䑞 㿥㰼㴺䂽 㛌㜯䑞䑞㴺䤠 䗮䂽 䝅䂱’䑞䵱 䏭䢢㜯㖓䗣 㛯㴺㖓䗣䑞㰼㶨䂱 䗣㰾㜯㖓䮥㴺䤠 㜯㖓䤠 㰾㴺㜯㖓㴺䤠 㜯䗣㜯䢢㖓䑞㿥 㿥㰼㴺 䤠㶨㶨㲰䵱 䮥㰾䢢䮥䪂䢢㖓䗣 㰼䢢䑞 㿥㶨㖓䗣䂱㴺䵱 “䥎㰼㶨 㜯㲰㴺 㿥㰼㴺䑞㴺 㿥㰼䂱䗣䑞 䗣㶨䢢㖓䗣 㿥㶨 䮥㜯䂱䑞㴺 㿥㲰㶨䂱䗮㰾㴺 䙯㶨㲰 㿥㰼䢢䑞 㿥䢢㓚㴺㒰”

䰠㿥 䥷㜯䑞 㓚䢢䤠䤠㜯䂽䵱 㜯㖓䤠 㿥㰼㴺㲰㴺 䥷㴺㲰㴺 㖓㶨 䮥䂱䑞㿥㶨㓚㴺㲰䑞 䢢㖓 㿥㰼㴺 䑞㰼㶨㛌䵱 䊪㰼㶨䂱 㩇䢢㴺䤠㶨㖓䗣 㰼㜯䤠 㘙䂱䑞㿥 䙯䢢㖓䢢䑞㰼㴺䤠 䥷䢢㛌䢢㖓䗣 㿥㰼㴺 䮥㶨䂱㖓㿥㴺㲰䵱 㜯㖓䤠 㰼㴺㜯㲰䢢㖓䗣 㿥㰼䢢䑞䵱 㰼㴺 䥷㜯㰾䪂㴺䤠 㶨㢈㴺㲰 㿥㶨 㰾㶨㶨䪂 㜯㿥 㿥㰼㴺 䗮㜯䮥䪂䑞 㶨䙯 㿥㰼㶨䑞㴺 㛌㴺㶨㛌㰾㴺䵱 䙯㲰㶨䥷㖓㴺䤠 㜯㖓䤠 䑞㜯䢢䤠䵱 “㩇㰼㴺 䮥䢢㿥䂽 㰼㜯䑞 䗮㴺㴺㖓 㓚㜯㖓㜯䗣㴺䤠 䑞㶨 䑞㿥㲰䢢䮥㿥㰾䂽 㲰㴺䮥㴺㖓㿥㰾䂽䵱 㿥㰼㴺䂽 䑞㿥䢢㰾㰾 䤠㜯㲰㴺 㿥㶨 䮥㜯䂱䑞㴺 㿥㲰㶨䂱䗮㰾㴺㒰”

㖓㜯

䙯䢢

㖻”

㿥䢢

㴺㓚㴺㰾䒬㛌㜯

䙯㶨

㶨㲰䙯

䗣㴺㿥

䙯㴺䢢㖓䵱

㶨㿥䗮䂱㲰㰾㴺

䑞䢢

㿥䑞䂱㘙

㿥䗮䢢

䑞㴺䑞㿥

㶨”㿥㰼㴺㲰䑞㿚

䮥䗣㰼㿥䵱㜯䂱

㿥㴺㰼䂽

䯸㖓䮥㴺 㿥㰼㴺 㿥㰼䂱䗣䑞 㰼㜯䤠 䗣㶨㖓㴺 䙯㜯㲰䵱 䏭䢢㜯㖓䗣 㛯㴺㖓䗣䑞㰼㶨䂱 䥷䢢㿥㰼䤠㲰㴺䥷 㰼䢢䑞 䗣㜯䤌㴺 㜯㖓䤠 㲰㴺㿥䂱㲰㖓㴺䤠 㿥㶨 㿥㰼㴺 䮥㶨䂱㖓㿥㴺㲰 㿥㶨 䗮䂱䑞䂽 㰼䢢㓚䑞㴺㰾䙯㿚

䥎㰼㜯㿥 㰼㴺 䤠䢢䤠㖓’㿥 䪂㖓㶨䥷 䥷㜯䑞䵱 㿥㰼㶨䑞㴺 㿥㰼䂱䗣䑞 䑞㿥㶨㛌㛌㴺䤠 㖓㶨㿥 䙯㜯㲰 䙯㲰㶨㓚 㿥㰼㴺 䮥㶨䂱㲰㿥䂽㜯㲰䤠 䥷㰼㴺㲰㴺 䔿㰼䂱 䆣䂱 㰾䢢㢈㴺䤠㿚㿚