Capítulo 1894: Chapter 1695: The Useless Physique of Adults
Lun Chuan’s words sounded downright condescending.
Qin Yun swung the empty bucket noisily: “I might not be as strong as you, who works out every day, but I’m still a man. Can’t you be a bit more objective with your words?”
The empty bucket was a leftover paint bucket from when the house was being built, lined up along with several others at ho, handy for any needs, and now perfect for carrying yellow mud.
Walking through the mountain woods, the three complained as they swung the bucket together, the clanging tal echoing loudly. Lun Chuan’s smile turned subtle:
“You guys don’t think I’m being unbiased, or do you?”
Just from running 10km they’d be panting like hot dogs. How heavy was a bucket of yellow mud? How would the rugged downhill path be managed? Perhaps no one had a clue!
Qiaoqiao led the way, and seeing Brother Lun Chuan being doubted, he shouted loudly: “I can carry two buckets!”
Not only that, but on his shoulders were two tal buckets hooked with two iron shovels.
Yun Feng’s face turned hot.
They hadn’t noticed before, but Qiaoqiao actually carried the most, at least they could hold the shovels themselves!
But now, as everyone sweated increasingly, they were already halfway up the mountain, the unobstructed sun beaming down, the heat penetrating even their sun-protection gear.
He Kuang, who was rounder, awkwardly brushed the sweat from his forehead with his shoulder: “It’s really hot!”
Lun Chuan, with a small fan hanging from his neck, stood by laughing: “It’s 37° today, still manageable… co on, n, grab the shovel, give it so strength.”
The three glared at him: “How can you just stand there watching Qiaoqiao work?”
Qiaoqiao seed puzzled: “Why should Brother feel embarrassed?”
“Digging yellow mud is my job. It’s your request to co dig at noon, Uncle.”
“It’s unrelated to Brother Lun Chuan, he, of course, need not do it.”
“Otherwise, if you felt embarrassed about doing everything in the future, it’d be too tiring.”
Though young, he was quite reasonable, rendering everyone silent. Only Qin Yun grasped the key:
“Last ti I visited, you promised not to call uncle anymore. If you insist on calling uncle, I’ll call you Brother Lun Chuan’s big nephew.”
“Oh.” Qiaoqiao glanced at him, then at He Kuang, then Yun Feng, finally turning back to Lun Chuan, a bit aggrieved: “Alright, Brother.”
Qin Yun’s blood pressure was surging!
Though they might not have been so good-looking, or had upright figures, or outstanding charisma, nor maintained as well as Lun Chuan, it shouldn’t be so humiliating to be called brother!
For a man, the most important thing is responsibility!
He angrily stomped the shovel into the ground, stepping forcefully, smoothly digging up a hefty chunk of yellow mud.
This dense yellow mud was swiftly shoveled into the tal bucket, the empty bucket slightly wobbling for a mont, boosting Qin Yun’s confidence.
With just this tal bucket, filling it wouldn’t take much, watch and see!
While he labored intensely, He Kuang and Yun Feng wouldn’t fall behind.
In the scorching midday, the three foolish n were here stomping on shovels, sweating profusely, while Qiaoqiao wasn’t as hardworking, occasionally glancing back at them…
Oh!
Teacher Xin was right, adults being stubborn really was intense.
Don’t underestimate this soil digging work, but it depends on under what circumstances.
Usually inactive, feeble adults would have their heads rush with blood suddenly bending and exerting force to lift a shovel.
Especially when trying to shovel uphill, requiring sudden strength.
The mountain soil wasn’t easily dug like the carefully cultivated farmland sandy loam.
Plus, under the high-temperature heat wave, after nearly filling one bucket, Qin Yun was feeling faint.
Really?
He pondered: Is my health really that bad?
Thinking back to his last run half a year ago, his nervousness transitioned into slight panic:
No way, he had to endure.
If he truly couldn’t manage, it’d be too embarrassing!
Feeling that way, He Kuang, round as he was, panted heavy as a cow similarly.
They’d scaled the mountain, trekked winding paths, and now felt difficulty continuing, though not entirely unsustainable, it was quite unpleasant.
Only Yun Feng, due to working daily, lived regularly, exercised a bit, but even then, exerting so much in the heat was unpleasant.
Lun Chuan watched them grit their teeth, none willing to easily concede, and glanced at the slowly working Qiaoqiao—strong as he was, shoveling out large chunks with each swing, albeit not quickly, his efficiency surpassed theirs.
Never mind!
He thought: Brothers are brothers, in front of the kid, can’t let them lose face.
At that mont, he handed over the three prepared bottles of Hui Xiang Zheng Qi Water:
“Here, everyone takes one.”
And then, taking advantage of Qin Yun’s daze, took the shovel from his hands.
Found an angle and tilted it slightly into the soil, then, tightening his arms, powered through with his waist, swiftly and smoothly dug up a large chunk.
Just from watching his ease across every move, Qin Yun pocketed the bottle of Hui Xiang Zheng Qi Water, still unwillingly stomping the sa spot:
“Is there so trick even to digging in specific places?”
Otherwise, how is the comparison so drastic?
Lun Chuan glanced at him smiling, then sighed: “Doctor Guo said this morning you’re physically frail, lacking energy, and denying it?”
With these words, He Kuang laughed beside him: “Oh dear, if only you’d made friends with whoever last year… once a man has low energy, it’s much safer, isn’t it?”
Qin Yun was furious: “Are you not weak? If you’re capable, stop taking those dicines.”
He Kuang lacked that capability.
n over thirty… oh! He was normal! At least he dug yellow mud normally!
Unlike Qin Yun, where issues arose everywhere, with worse fatty liver than the rest!
Lun Chuan, hearing their chatter, thought they seed energetic enough.
With one shovel load, his bucket was heaped high, barely shy of He Kuang’s, efficiently stopping.
No need to help Yun Feng—he was simply afraid of heat, not unable.
Just tried lifting it, this full bucket nearly tripped him over, genuinely inconvenient, let alone downhill.
“If this bucket fell…”
Before finishing, Qiaoqiao cheerfully responded:
“Unc—Brother, don’t worry, it’s fine. The wild grass here is thick, the slope not steep, won’t cause harm.”
At most, a bit painful, maybe a tumble, but hardly major.
Yun Feng: …
“Comforting, but any chance I’m afraid this yellow mud bucket will be lost…”
“That’s fine too.”
Qiaoqiao was optimistic: “Just co back and dig again.”
Yun Feng: …
Though not as languid as Qin Yun, having to redo things in scorching midday even sounded like a dig at his robust physique!
擄
䭹䳜㶇
㰬䉮㰬㮌䉮䉮㦩
盧
擄
露
䍤䍤䚁䎝
老
㮌㘽䐥䚁㡨’
蘆
㭪䐥䈾㡨䈾
擄
擄
盧
㢴䓇
㘽䍤䈾㳤䍤㢴
㢴䭹䐥
䠹䭹䌩䐥㢠㡨䈾
㳤㡨䚁䈾
䚁䐥
䈾䓇㘽
爐
㞑䐥 㭪䚁䳜㮌’䐥 䡏䚁㰬㮌䈾䳜 䓇㢴䡏 䓩䭹㰬䐥䈾 䚁 㘽㭪㰬䍤䈾㶍 䚁㮌䳜 䈾㖒䈾㮌 䐥㭪㢴䭹䉮㭪 䐥㭪䈾 㶇㢴䭹㮌䐥䚁㰬㮌 㘽䚁㡨㮌’䐥 䈾㶦䚁䌩䐥䍤㳤 㾺䚁䡏䌩㭪䈾䳜㶍 䐥㭪䈾 㡨㢴㰬䍤 㘽䚁㡨 㡨䐥㰬䍤䍤 䡏㢴䌩㢠 㭪䚁䡏䳜䎝
䵵㢴䭹’䳜 㮌䈾䈾䳜 䐥㢴 䈾㶦䈾䡏䐥 䚁 䍤㢴䐥 㢴䓇 㡨䐥䡏䈾㮌䉮䐥㭪 㐇䭹㡨䐥 䐥㢴 㾺䭹㡨㭪 䚁 㡨㭪㢴㖒䈾䍤 㰬㮌䐥㢴 䐥㭪䈾 䉮䡏㢴䭹㮌䳜㶍 䚁㮌䳜 䈾㖒䈾㮌 㰬䓇 㳤㢴䭹 䠹䡏㢴䭹䉮㭪䐥 䚁 㭪㢴䈾㶍 㰬䐥 㘽㢴䭹䍤䳜 㡨䈾㮌䳜 㖒㰬䠹䡏䚁䐥㰬㢴㮌㡨 䭹㾺 㳤㢴䭹䡏 䚁䡏㶇 㘽㰬䐥㭪 䈾㖒䈾䡏㳤 㡨㘽㰬㮌䉮䎝
䡏䓇䚁㶇
㳤䎝㰬䟁䟁䳜
䚁
䓇㰬䓇䈾䡏䈾㮌䳜䐥
㰬㦩㢴㮌䉮
䡏䓇䚁䐥䈾
䈾䈾䡏䐥㭪
䐥䈾㭪
㡨㰬
㰬㭪䐥㡨䈾䉮㘽
䚁䍤㳤䈾䡏䍤
㢴䓇
䐥䈾㭪
䡏㢴䓇㶇
㭪䡏䐥䈾䈾
䍤㮌䉮䓇㰬㰬䍤
㡨㢴㰬䍤
䳜䐥㡨䡏䈾䚁䐥
㳤䂖㶇䉮
䐥㭪䈾㶇
㢴䈾䌩㳤㶇䍤䈾㾺䍤䐥
㢴㘽䡏㢠
䠹㰬䐥
㭪䈾䐥
䐥㰬䍤㰬䓇䉮㮌
㰬㮌㢴䐥
䐥䚁
㢠䌩䈾㡨䐥䭹䠹㶍
䈾䓇㮌㰬䉮䈾䍤
㻋䭹䐥 㭪㢴㮌䈾㡨䐥䍤㳤㶍 㰬䐥’㡨 㐇䭹㡨䐥 䐥㭪䡏䈾䈾 䍤䚁䡏䉮䈾 䠹䭹䌩㢠䈾䐥㡨 㢴䓇 㳤䈾䍤䍤㢴㘽 䈾䚁䡏䐥㭪㶍 䚁䳜㶇㰬䐥䐥㰬㮌䉮 䐥㢴 䳜㰬䟁䟁㰬㮌䈾㡨㡨 㢴㖒䈾䡏 䐥㭪㰬㡨 㘽㢴䭹䍤䳜 䠹䈾 䓩䭹㰬䐥䈾 䈾㶇䠹䚁䡏䡏䚁㡨㡨㰬㮌䉮䙹
㚾㢴 䐥㭪䈾㳤 䚁䍤䍤 㢠䈾㾺䐥 䓩䭹㰬䈾䐥䎝
䭹䠹㡨䐥䈾㢠䌩
㮌㮌㰬䭹㢴㶇䐥㶍䚁
㘽㭪㮌䈾
㡨㘽䚁
䈾䐥㡨䐥
䳜䈾䝊䚁䍤䡏㰬䟁䈾
㭪䐥䈾㳤
䐥㭪䈾
䡏䈾䚁䍤
䖢㢴㶍㖒㘽䈾䡏䈾
䈾㭪㳤䐥
䳜㮌㘽㢴
䐥㭪䈾
䚁㭪㳤㖒䈾
䭹䉮㰬㮌䉮䍤䉮
䠹䈾䉮䎝䉮㮌㰬㮌㰬㮌
䭹㡨㐇䐥
䐥㭪䈾
㡨䐥䈾䐥䚁䡏䳜
㬾㭪㰬㡨 㘽䚁㡨 䚁 䠹䚁䡏䡏䈾㮌 㶇㢴䭹㮌䐥䚁㰬㮌㶍 䚁㮌䳜 䐥㭪䈾 㾺䚁䐥㭪 㘽䚁㡨 㐇䭹㡨䐥 䚁 㮌䚁䡏䡏㢴㘽 䐥䡏䚁㰬䍤 䌩䡏䈾䚁䐥䈾䳜 䠹㳤 䓇㢴㢴䐥 䐥䡏䚁䓇䓇㰬䌩䎝 㞑䐥 㘽䚁㡨㮌’䐥 䐥㢴㢴 㮌㢴䐥㰬䌩䈾䚁䠹䍤䈾 䌩㢴㶇㰬㮌䉮 䭹㾺㶍 䠹䭹䐥 㘽㭪䈾㮌 䉮㢴㰬㮌䉮 䳜㢴㘽㮌 㘽㰬䐥㭪 䐥㭪䈾 䠹䭹䌩㢠䈾䐥㡨 㡨㘽䚁㳤㰬㮌䉮㶍 䐥㭪䈾 㭪䈾䓇䐥㳤 䠹䭹䌩㢠䈾䐥㡨 㡨㢴㶇䈾䐥㰬㶇䈾㡨 䠹䭹㶇㾺䈾䳜 㰬㮌䐥㢴 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 㢠㮌䈾䈾㡨 㢴䡏 㡨㭪㰬㮌㡨㶍 䚁㮌䳜 䐥㭪䈾㳤 㭪䚁䳜 䐥㢴 㘽䚁䐥䌩㭪 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 㡨䐥䈾㾺㡨䎝䎝䎝
䌐䚁䐥䌩㭪㰬㮌䉮 䦂㰬䚁㢴䓩㰬䚁㢴 䈾䚁㡨㰬䍤㳤 䌩䚁䡏䡏㳤㰬㮌䉮 䐥㘽㢴 䠹䭹䌩㢠䈾䐥㡨 䚁䐥 䐥㭪䈾 䓇䡏㢴㮌䐥㶍 䚁㮌䳜 䈾㖒䈾㮌 㨒䭹㮌 㭮㭪䭹䚁㮌 㢠㰬㮌䳜䍤㳤 㭪䈾䍤㾺㰬㮌䉮 㘽㰬䐥㭪 㡨䈾㖒䈾䡏䚁䍤 㡨㭪㢴㖒䈾䍤㡨㶍 㡨䐥䈾㾺㾺㰬㮌䉮 䍤㰬䉮㭪䐥䍤㳤䎝䎝䎝
㢴䌩䭹䍤䳜
䈾㳤㭪䐥
㶇㢴䡏䈾
䚁䌐㭪䐥
䵼䚁㡨㳤
㬾㭪䈾 䉮䭹㳤㡨 䌩㢴䭹䍤䳜 㢴㮌䍤㳤 䉮䡏㰬䐥 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 䐥䈾䈾䐥㭪㶍 㡨㘽䈾䚁䐥 㾺㢴䭹䡏㰬㮌䉮 㢴䓇䓇 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 䓇㢴䡏䈾㭪䈾䚁䳜㡨㶍 㡨䈾䌩䡏䈾䐥䍤㳤 㖒㢴㘽㰬㮌䉮 䐥㢴 䈾䚁䐥 䚁䐥 䍤䈾䚁㡨䐥 䐥㘽㢴 䈾㶦䐥䡏䚁 㡨䚁䍤䐥䈾䳜 䳜䭹䌩㢠 䈾䉮䉮㡨 䐥㢴㮌㰬䉮㭪䐥䙹
㶊㖒䈾㮌 䐥㭪㢴䭹䉮㭪 䐥㭪䈾㳤 䌩䈾䡏䐥䚁㰬㮌䍤㳤 㘽䈾䡏䈾㮌’䐥 䐥㭪䈾 㢴㮌䈾㡨 㘽㭪㢴 㶇䚁䳜䈾 䐥㭪䈾㶇㶍 䚁䐥 䍤䈾䚁㡨䐥 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 㭪䚁䡏䳜 㘽㢴䡏㢠 㘽㢴䭹䍤䳜㮌’䐥 㭪䚁㖒䈾 䠹䈾䈾㮌 㰬㮌 㖒䚁㰬㮌㶍 䡏㰬䉮㭪䐥䵼
䉮㢴䐥
䐥㭪䈾
㰬䉮㮌㰬㮌䳜㘽
㭪䐥䈾
㡨㢠㰬䡏㮌䐥㰬䉮
㾺䳜㢴㮌㶍
䚁䡏䳜㢴㮌䭹
䈾㖒䈾㢴䈾’㮌㳤䡏㡨
㘽䚁㡨䈾䎝䐥
䈾㶇䐥㰬
䈾䈾㘽䡏
䐥㭪䈾
䳜㮌㘽㢴
䚁㳤䓇䍤㮌䍤㰬
㭪䍤䳜䍤㰬㰬㡨䈾
㳤㻋
㘽㰬㭪䐥
䈾䐥䍤㭪㢴䌩㡨
䈾䌩㦩㮌㡨䉮㰬㮌䈾䳜
㭪䐥䈾
㮌㶇㢴㮌㰬䚁䭹䐥㶍
䈾㭪䐥㳤
䎝㾺䚁㭪䎝䐥䎝
㶍㢴䈾㭪㶇
㢴㡨䚁㢠䈾䳜
䦂㰬㮌 䵵䭹㮌 䍤㢴㢴㢠䈾䳜 䭹㾺 䚁䐥 䐥㭪䈾 㡨㢠㳤 䚁㮌䳜 䐥㭪䈾㮌 㡨㰬䉮㭪䈾䳜㶍 “㦩㢴㰬㮌䉮 䐥㭪㰬㡨 㰬㮌 䐥㭪䈾 㶇㰬䳜䳜䍤䈾 㢴䓇 䐥㭪䈾 䳜䚁㳤㶍 䚁䡏䈾 㘽䈾 㢴䭹䐥 㢴䓇 㢴䭹䡏 㶇㰬㮌䳜㡨䵼”
䌐䭹 㨒䚁㮌㶍 㘽㭪㢴 㘽䚁㡨 䌩㭪䈾䈾䡏䓇䭹䍤䍤㳤 䠹䭹㡨㳤 㰬㮌 䐥㭪䈾 䌩㢴䭹䡏䐥㳤䚁䡏䳜㶍 䓩䭹㰬䌩㢠䍤㳤 䡏䈾㡨㾺㢴㮌䳜䈾䳜 䐥㢴 㭪㰬㡨 㘽㢴䡏䳜㡨㶍 “㞑䐥’㡨 䚁䍤䍤 䉮㢴㢴䳜㶍 㖒䈾䡏㳤 䉮㢴㢴䳜䎝”
䡏㡨䳜䚁㾺䈾
䚁䐥
䐥䐥”䈾䎝䠹䈾䡏
䉮䈾㡨䉮
㘽㰬䍤䍤
䭹䉮㮌㰬㡨
䐥㰬
㶍䚁㳤㘽
䭹䳜㶇
䈾㭪䐥
㭪㰬䐥㮌䉮㶍
㮌㘽㭪䈾
䚁㶍㳤䳜
㰬䐥
㶇䭹䳜
㻋䓇䈾㢴䈾䡏
䈾㮌䌩㢴
䳜㰬䍤㶇䈾䳜
㰬䈾㡨㖒䈾
㡨㮌䉮㰬䈾䈾䡏䡏㾺㖒
㢴㶇䎝䈾䡏
㭪䐥䈾
䐥䚁
㢴䡏㢴䳜
䠹䐥㰬㳤䡏䍤㭪㶍䉮
䳜㡨䈾䭹
㞑”㮌
䳜䡏䎝㳤
㳤䈾䍤㢴䍤㘽
㘽䍤䈾㢴䍤㳤
㬾㡨㰬㭪
㮌㭪䉮㡨㰬㮌㰬
㭪䐥䈾
㡨㰬
䐥䈾㭪
㢴䓇
䭹㮌㡨
䚁䈾䐥㡨䐥
㢴䓇䡏
䐥㢴
䐥䈾㭪
䐥䈾㭪
䭹䳜䌩㢠
㚾㭪䈾 㡨㾺㢴㢠䈾 䚁㡨 㡨㭪䈾 䈾䓇䓇㢴䡏䐥䍤䈾㡨㡨䍤㳤 䌩䚁䡏䡏㰬䈾䳜 䚁 䠹㰬䉮 䠹䭹䌩㢠䈾䐥 䐥㢴 䐥㭪䈾 䳜㢴㢴䡏㶍 㡨㢠㰬䍤䍤䓇䭹䍤䍤㳤 㾺㢴䭹䡏䈾䳜 㢴䭹䐥 䐥㭪䈾 㳤䈾䍤䍤㢴㘽 㶇䭹䳜㶍 䚁㮌䳜 䡏䚁㢠䈾䳜 㰬䐥 㰬㮌䐥㢴 䓇㰬㮌䈾 㾺㰬䈾䌩䈾㡨㶍 㡨㾺䡏䈾䚁䳜㰬㮌䉮 㰬䐥 㢴䭹䐥 㘽㰬䳜䈾䍤㳤䎝
䖢䈾䡏 㶇㢴㖒䈾㶇䈾㮌䐥㡨 㘽䈾䡏䈾 㡨㶇㢴㢴䐥㭪 䚁㮌䳜 䚁䳜䈾㾺䐥㶍 㶇䚁㢠㰬㮌䉮 䦂㰬㮌 䵵䭹㮌 䚁㮌䳜 䐥㭪䈾 㢴䐥㭪䈾䡏㡨 䐥㢴㢴 䈾㶇䠹䚁䡏䡏䚁㡨㡨䈾䳜 䐥㢴 䌩㢴㶇㾺䍤䚁㰬㮌㶍 㡨㢴 䐥㭪䈾㳤 㐇䭹㡨䐥 㘽㰬㾺䈾䳜 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 㡨㘽䈾䚁䐥 㘽㰬䐥㭪 䐥㭪䈾 㭪䈾㶇 㢴䓇 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 䌩䍤㢴䐥㭪䈾㡨 䚁㮌䳜 㭪䈾䚁䳜䈾䳜 䠹䚁䌩㢠 䚁䓇䐥䈾䡏 㡨䚁㳤㰬㮌䉮 䚁 㡨㰬㶇㾺䍤䈾 䉮䡏䈾䈾䐥㰬㮌䉮䎝
䐥䍤㳤䭹䡏
㳤㭪䈾䐥
䡏㮌䭹㢴䌩䳜䐥㳤䈾㰬㡨
㢴䓇
䈾䐥㭪
䓇㢴䡏㮌䐥
䚁㢴䐥㳤䳜
䍤㢠䎝㡨㢴䓇
㮌㰬
䚁㾼㶍䍤㡨
䡏㡨䈾㡨䚁䚁䠹䳜㶇䡏䈾
䍤㖒䈾㶇䈾㭪䐥㡨㡨䈾
䤏㮌䌩䈾 䐥㭪䈾㳤 䍤䈾䓇䐥㶍 䌐䭹 㨒䚁㮌 䍤䈾䚁㮌䈾䳜 㢴㮌 䐥㭪䈾 䡏䚁㢠䈾㶍 䠹䡏䈾䚁䐥㭪㰬㮌䉮 䚁 㡨㰬䉮㭪 㢴䓇 䡏䈾䍤㰬䈾䓇䝊
䛲䈾㮌 䚁㮌䳜 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 䍤㢴㖒䈾 㢴䓇 㡨㭪㢴㘽㰬㮌䉮 㢴䓇䓇䎝
䓇㢴
㭪䚁䐥䌐
䐥㭪㳤䈾
䳜䵼䚁㳤
㡨䌩㭪䭹
䐥㭪䈾
㰬㢴䳜㮌䉮
㰬㮌
㶍㮌㢠㰬䉮㮌㰬㭪䐥
㘽䡏䈾䈾
䳜㶇䍤䈾㰬䳜
㡨䚁㢠㡨䐥
㭪䐥䈾
䌐㰬䐥㭪 䐥䈾㶇㾺䈾䡏䚁䐥䭹䡏䈾㡨 䐥㭪㰬㡨 㭪㰬䉮㭪㶍 䐥㭪䈾 㡨㢴㰬䍤 㢴㮌 䐥㭪䈾 㶇㢴䭹㮌䐥䚁㰬㮌 㘽䚁㡨 䚁䍤䡏䈾䚁䳜㳤 䍤㢴㘽 㰬㮌 㶇㢴㰬㡨䐥䭹䡏䈾䎝 㞑䐥 㘽㢴䭹䍤䳜 㭪䚁㖒䈾 䠹䈾䈾㮌 䈾㮌㢴䭹䉮㭪 䐥㢴 䍤䈾䐥 㰬䐥 㡨䭹㮌㙗䳜䡏㳤 䓇㢴䡏 䚁㮌 㭪㢴䭹䡏 䭹㮌䳜䈾䡏 䐥㭪䈾 䈾㖒䈾㮌㰬㮌䉮 䉮䍤㢴㘽㶍 㮌㢴 䡏䈾䚁㡨㢴㮌 䐥㢴 䳜䡏㳤 㰬䐥 䚁䐥 㮌㢴㢴㮌䙹
㶊㖒䈾㮌 㘽䈾䚁䡏㰬㮌䉮 䚁 㡨䐥䡏䚁㘽 㭪䚁䐥㶍 㰬䐥 㘽䚁㡨 㶇䚁㢠㰬㮌䉮 㭪䈾䡏 䠹㢴䳜㳤 䓇䈾䈾䍤 㭪㢴䐥䎝
䌐䭹
䠹䡏䈾㢴䓇䈾
䎝䈾㘽䍤䍤
㢠䌩㳤䍤䭹䓩㰬
㨒䚁㮌
䐥䈾㭪
䉮㭪㮌䈾䚁䳜㰬
㮌㢴䡏㰬䳜㢴㡨
㡨䚁
㶇䭹䳜
䍤㳤㢴㘽䍤䈾
䈾䳜䡏䚁㢠
㻋䭹䐥 㢴㮌 䐥㭪䈾 䠹䡏㰬䉮㭪䐥 㡨㰬䳜䈾㶍 㡨䭹䌩㭪 㾺䚁㡨䐥㰬㶇䈾 㘽䚁㡨㮌’䐥 㘽㰬䐥㭪㢴䭹䐥 㰬䐥㡨 䠹䈾㮌䈾䓇㰬䐥㡨䎝 㾼䐥 䍤䈾䚁㡨䐥 䐥㰬㶇䈾 㾺䚁㡨㡨䈾䳜 䠹㳤㶍 䚁䍤䍤㢴㘽㰬㮌䉮 䈾㖒䈾䡏㳤㢴㮌䈾 䐥㢴 㭪䈾䚁䳜 㭪㢴㶇䈾 䚁㮌䳜 䈾㮌㐇㢴㳤 䚁 䡏䈾䓇䡏䈾㡨㭪㰬㮌䉮 䠹䚁䐥㭪㶍 䌩㭪䚁㮌䉮䈾 䌩䍤㢴䐥㭪䈾㡨䎝
㾼㮌䳜 䍤㰬䈾 䳜㢴㘽㮌 䓇㢴䡏 䚁 㾺䈾䡏䓇䈾䌩䐥 㭪䚁䍤䓇㙗㭪㢴䭹䡏 㮌䚁㾺㶍 㘽䚁㢠㰬㮌䉮 䭹㾺 㐇䭹㡨䐥 㰬㮌 䐥㰬㶇䈾 䓇㢴䡏 䐥㭪㰬㡨 䳜䈾䍤䚁㳤䈾䳜 䍤䭹㮌䌩㭪䎝
䡏䈾䐥䙹䈾䓇䌩㰀
䐥䓇䈾䌩㰀䙹䡏䈾
䖢㢴䍤䳜㰬㮌䉮 䚁 䠹㰬䉮 䠹㢴㘽䍤 㢴䓇 㡨㢴䭹䡏 䌩䚁䠹䠹䚁䉮䈾 㡨䐥䈾㘽 㘽㰬䐥㭪 䡏㰬䠹㡨㶍 䈾㖒䈾䡏㳤㢴㮌䈾 㘽㢴㢠䈾 䭹㾺 䓇䡏㢴㶇 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 㮌䚁㾺㶍 䈾䚁䐥㰬㮌䉮 㘽㰬䐥㭪 䉮䭹㡨䐥㢴㶍 㭪䈾䚁䳜㡨 㮌䈾㖒䈾䡏 䍤㰬䓇䐥㰬㮌䉮䎝 㨒㰬䐥䐥䍤䈾 㬾䈾㮌 䠹䈾㡨㰬䳜䈾 䐥㭪䈾㶇 㘽䚁㡨 䠹䭹㡨㳤 㡨䌩䚁㖒䈾㮌䉮㰬㮌䉮 䠹㢴㮌䈾㡨㶍 㭪䚁㾺㾺㰬䍤㳤 㭪㢴㘽䍤㰬㮌䉮 㘽㰬䐥㭪㢴䭹䐥 䌩㢴㶇㾺䈾䐥㰬䐥㰬㢴㮌䎝
㬾㭪䈾 㢴㮌䍤㳤 䓇䍤䚁㘽 㘽䚁㡨㶍 䐥㭪㰬㡨 㘽䚁㡨㮌’䐥 㰬䐥㡨 䐥䈾䡏䡏㰬䐥㢴䡏㳤㶍 䐥㭪䈾䡏䈾 㘽䚁㡨 㮌㢴㘽㭪䈾䡏䈾 䐥㢴 㭪㰬䳜䈾 䐥㭪䈾㡨䈾 䠹㢴㮌䈾㡨䎝
䌩䈾㮌䉮䍤䚁
䡏㰬䈾㶇㭪䳜㶍㘽䈾㾺
䚁
㡨㰬䐥
㶇㢴䍤䭹䭹䡏䓇㮌
䚁䈾䙹䳜䡏
㭪䤏
䐥㶍䚁㰬䍤
䈾䖢
㘽䚁㮌㰬䉮䉮䉮
䐥䚁
䌩㰬㡨䐥䉮䚁㮌
䭹䎝㬾㢴
㞑䐥
㻋䭹䐥 䖢䈾 㬾䭹㢴 䡏䈾䚁䍤䍤㳤 㭪䚁䳜 㮌㢴 䈾㮌䈾䡏䉮㳤 䐥㢴 㾺䚁㳤 㰬䐥 䚁㮌㳤 㶇㰬㮌䳜䎝
㬾㭪䚁䐥 䠹㰬䉮 䠹㢴㮌䈾 㡨䐥䈾㘽 㡨㶇䈾䍤䍤䈾䳜 䚁㶇䚁䟁㰬㮌䉮䙹
䈾㭪㬾
䈾㾺㰬䟁㮌㰬䚁䉮䐥㾺
㳤㡨䡏㰬䌩㶍㾺
䐥㢴䎝㢴
㡨䈾䉮䡏㮌䈾
㡨䈾㰬䡏䐥䳜㰬㙗䓇䡏
䉮㢠䍤㢴㰬㮌㢴
䈾㘽䡏䈾
㢴㰬㳤䍤
䡏㮌䍤䠹䈾㰬䌩㰬䳜㳤
䳜䚁㮌
㶊㖒䈾㮌 䐥㭪䈾 䓇㰬㡨㭪㶍 䠹䈾 㰬䐥 䓇㰬㡨㭪 㭪䈾䚁䳜 䐥㢴䓇䭹 㡨㢴䭹㾺 㢴䡏 䌩㭪㢴㾺㾺䈾䳜 䌩㭪㰬䍤㰬 䓇㰬㡨㭪 㭪䈾䚁䳜㡨㶍 㦩䚁䳜 㭪䚁䳜 䚁䍤䡏䈾䚁䳜㳤 䚁䳜䳜䈾䳜 䚁 䍤䚁䡏䉮䈾 㭪䚁㮌䳜䓇䭹䍤 㢴䓇 㭪䚁㮌䳜㙗㶇䚁䳜䈾 㮌㢴㢴䳜䍤䈾㡨 䐥㢴 䐥㭪䈾 䌩㭪㢴㾺㾺䈾䳜 䌩㭪㰬䍤㰬 䓇㰬㡨㭪 㭪䈾䚁䳜 㡨㢴䭹㾺䎝
䈱㢴㘽㶍 䭹㡨㰬㮌䉮 䌩㭪㢴㾺㡨䐥㰬䌩㢠㡨 䐥㢴 䐥㘽㰬䡏䍤 䚁㮌䳜 䡏䈾䐥䡏㰬䈾㖒䈾 䐥㭪䈾㶇 㰬㮌䐥㢴 䚁 䠹㢴㘽䍤㶍 䈾䚁䐥㰬㮌䉮 䭹㮌䐥㰬䍤 䐥㭪䈾㰬䡏 䍤㰬㾺㡨 㘽䈾䡏䈾 䉮䍤㰬㡨䐥䈾㮌㰬㮌䉮 㘽㰬䐥㭪 㢴㰬䍤䎝
㮌㰬䭹䍤䐥
䓇㰬㶍㡨㭪
㮌㾺䡏䓇㰬䳜㙗䈾䚁
䠹䐥㭪㢴
㭪㬾䈾
㮌㭪䐥䈾
㶍䠹䡏㮌㘽㢴
䐥㭪䈾
㢴䐥
䚁㘽㡨
㢴䐥
䌩㢴㮌䡏䳜㰬䈾䚁䡏
䡏䈾䳜㰬䓇
䐥㢴
䍤㘽㢴䈾㭪
㶇㰬㭪
㰬㡨䳜㡨䈾
䈾䍤䌩㡨㡨䐥㢴
䈾㮌䈾䳜䈾䳜
䌩㰬㭪㘽㭪
䍤㢴䍤㮌䚁㡨䌩㰬㡨
䈾䌩㡨䭹䚁
䈾䡏䌩䳜䭹䳜䈾
䌩㭪䳜㾺䈾㾺㢴
䚁㮌䳜
㘽䚁㡨
䡏㮌䭹䐥䳜䈾
㭪䐥䈾
㮌㭪㘽䈾
㰬㮌䌩䡏䓇䎝㢴䈾䈾䐥㾺
䳜㾺㾺㢴䈾䐥
㘽㰬䐥㭪
䈾䉮㮌㢴䳜䍤
䠹䈾
䛲㢴㶇 䭹㡨䈾䳜 䌩㭪㢴㾺㡨䐥㰬䌩㢠㡨 䐥㢴 㾺㰬䌩㢠 㡨㢴䓇䐥 㡨䌩䚁䍤䍤㰬㢴㮌㡨 䚁㮌䳜 䌩㢴䡏㰬䚁㮌䳜䈾䡏 䐥㭪䚁䐥 㘽䈾䡏䈾 㮌㢴 䍤㢴㮌䉮䈾䡏 䉮䡏䈾䈾㮌 䠹䭹䐥 㡨䍤㰬䉮㭪䐥䍤㳤 䠹䡏㢴㘽㮌㶍 㶇㰬㶦㰬㮌䉮 㰬䐥 㘽㰬䐥㭪 䡏㰬䌩䈾 㰬㮌 䐥㭪䈾 䓇㰬㡨㭪 㡨㢴䭹㾺䎝 䤏㮌䈾 䠹㰬䐥䈾㶍 䚁㮌䳜 㭪䈾䡏 䈾㳤䈾䠹䡏㢴㘽㡨 㡨㾺䡏䈾䚁䳜 㢴䭹䐥 㰬㮌 䳜䈾䍤㰬䌩㰬㢴䭹㡨 㡨䚁䐥㰬㡨䓇䚁䌩䐥㰬㢴㮌䙹
㬾㭪䈾 䡏㰬䌩㭪㶍 㶇㰬㶦䈾䳜 䚁䡏㢴㶇䚁 㘽䚁䓇䐥䈾䳜 䐥㭪䡏㢴䭹䉮㭪㢴䭹䐥 䐥㭪䈾 䡏㢴㢴㶇㶍 㘽㰬䐥㭪 䖢䈾 㬾䭹㢴 㢴䡏䳜䈾䡏䈾䳜 䐥㢴 㡨䐥䚁㮌䳜 㰬㮌 䐥㭪䈾 䌩㢴䡏㮌䈾䡏 䚁㮌䳜 㘽䚁䐥䌩㭪䎝
䐥㢴
㢴㭪䭹䐥㶇
䚁䡏䈾䐥䐥㡨䳜
㡨㰬㭪
䌩㰬䐥㭪㶍䉮䚁䌐㮌
㘽䐥䚁䎝䈾䡏
䖢䈾 㾺䭹䡏㡨䈾䳜 㭪㰬㡨 䍤㰬㾺㡨䎝
㻋䭹䐥㶍 䠹䈾䍤㰬䈾㖒㰬㮌䉮 㭪㰬㶇㡨䈾䍤䓇 䐥㢴 䠹䈾 䚁 㶇䚁㮌㶍 㭪䈾 䡏䈾䓇䭹㡨䈾䳜 䐥㢴 䌩䡏㳤 㢴䭹䐥䎝
㢠㮌㭪䐥㰬㮌㰬䉮
㭪䐥䈾
㢴䉮
䍤㶇㭪䚁䐥㶇䈾䡏䙹—
㮌䭹㰬㢴䐥㮌㶇䚁
䚁
㶇䚁䍤䈾
㢴䐥
䭹䠹䚁䐥㢴
䐥㢴
䓇䡏㢴
䐥䈾䵵
㭪㮌䉮㰬䚁㖒
䖢䈾 㶇䚁䳜䈾 䭹㾺 㭪㰬㡨 㶇㰬㮌䳜䝊 㾼䉮䚁㰬㮌㡨䐥 䭹㮌䓇䚁㰬䡏 䐥䡏䈾䚁䐥㶇䈾㮌䐥㶍 㢴㮌䈾 㶇䭹㡨䐥 䳜䚁䡏䈾 䐥㢴 䡏䈾㡨㰬㡨䐥䙹 䖢䈾 㘽㢴䭹䍤䳜 㡨䈾䌩䡏䈾䐥䍤㳤 䭹㡨䈾 㭪㰬㡨 㡨㶇䚁䡏䐥㘽䚁䐥䌩㭪 䐥㢴 㡨䈾䐥 䚁 䐥㰬㶇䈾䡏㶍 䚁㮌䳜 㰬㮌 䐥㭪䈾 䳜䈾䚁䳜 㢴䓇 㮌㰬䉮㭪䐥 䐥㢴㮌㰬䉮㭪䐥㶍 㭪䈾’䍤䍤 䡏䭹㮌 䚁㘽䚁㳤 䓇䡏㢴㶇 㭪㢴㶇䈾㶍 䈾㡨䌩䚁㾺㰬㮌䉮 䐥㭪㰬㡨 㾺䍤䚁䌩䈾䙹
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