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Capítulo 2094: Chapter 1803: Good Brothers

After eight o’clock, the sun began to scorch people.

Tai Xiaodong stood at the field’s edge, feeling the earliest batch of cornstalks, and then checked the cornstalks that the large group of temporary workers were handling—

They couldn’t be exposed to the sun any longer.

If sun exposure continued, the moisture in the cornstalks and leaves would be insufficient, and they couldn’t be made into high-quality silage feed.

“Co on, co on, load these up, send them to Riverside Beach first!”

The temporarily recruited security guards quickly drove over, and the temporary workers piled the prickly green cornstalks onto the vehicle, muttering:

This family has a big business, raising so cattle and sheep, even feeding them with cornstalks.

The security guards didn’t care what they thought, and the vehicle roared off towards Riverside Beach.

Over there, four employees were already sweating profusely.

Inside an empty room, a pulverizer was puffing out crushed bits, and clusters of cornstalks were fed into it and quickly processed.

Once the flying fragnts piled up on the other side, Tie Lian and Old Chen would clean them up and directly send them to the ferntation pit.

There, the strongest, Chen Chi, was in charge of mixing the material, compressing the pile, handling everything…

But as they saw yet another pile of cornstalks being delivered, Chen Xi wiped the sweat from his forehead:

“Let the boss know, there’s no more room here.”

They had indeed built a silage ferntation pit last year, but there was only one spot on Riverside Beach with a suitable high terrain for drainage, so only one pit was constructed.

Last year, they started planting pasture in the second half of the year, so the silage pit was quite suitable. Even if there was a temporary surplus, they could use retractable film to make bagged compressed silage, which could suffice.

But, this year it wouldn’t work!

The pasture at Riverside Beach had rooted last winter, and with the warm and soft spring breeze, it was as rampant as wild grass, growing in abundance.

So, even though it was only July, the silage pit was actually seventy percent full.

Adding these cornstalks now, they could compress them even more, but then it wouldn’t work.

The delivery security guard was also worried: “Didn’t we help with bagging last year using retractable film? Can’t we bag the remaining ones?”

Chen Xi shook his head: “If that film tears even a little, it easily fails. And using it for small amounts is fine, but for large quantities, it’s unstable to wrap them all with it.”

After all, they weren’t professionals, so they couldn’t guarantee quality.

If it failed, so parts with a noticeable rotten sll couldn’t be eaten, wasting food, which was distressing.

If they succeeded but not perfectly, it would be overly sour, and the cattle and sheep wouldn’t be keen to eat it.

Moreover, the winter here lasts from December to March, nearly four months without fresh pasture, relying entirely on feed—if it didn’t taste good, looking at the cattle and sheep was heartbreaking.

Chen Xi explained: “In January and February, there are the most lambs. In February and March, many calves. If they eat poorly, it’s such a pity.”

Despite him and Chen Chi slaughtering pigs and cattle daily, looking quite fierce, staying with livestock actually softened their hearts.

If you’re raising them, you should raise them well.

So they were concerned about the quality of the feed.

The security guard wiped his sweat: “Alright, I’ll go tell the boss.”

Song Tan soon learned about this matter as well.

Making silage feed can be simple—it doesn’t need to be intricate—just find a shed, run the machine to crush it, then bag and compress it with plastic bags.

But they couldn’t do it that way.

In their silage feed, they had to add lactic acid bacteria, salt, and a small amount of urea to improve ferntation stability and increase palatability and protein content…

In short, the livestock at ho were truly not mistreated. During the winter, there were even special maternity rooms for the piglets, cattle, and sheep.

Like when Big Pearl had a baby, it was customary to reward with a basket of fruits and vegetables.

Not only Chen Xi didn’t want to skimp, but Song Tan didn’t either.

But she was prepared and made a call: “Master Wang, when will your vehicle arrive?”

The man on the other end replied loudly in a rural accent: “Soon, soon! It’ll be there in a little over ten minutes!”

After hanging up, Song Tan said, “In a mont, use the tricycle to transport the cornstalks to the front of the factory. I’ve called a small truck to take them to a feed factory in the suburban area.”

The local livestock industry wasn’t very developed.

In the hilly region, whether raising sheep or cattle, it was relatively challenging to care for them, but she put in so effort and found out there was a small livestock farm around the urban area in a county that was flatter and more like a plain.

To save on breeding costs, the livestock farm had its own small silage feed factory.

䲧㨄䌊

䊠㱕㒝䫾㨄䱜䅃㦷䊠䐓

䊠㺖㨄㺖䫾䛜䫾䅃䊠

䱜㸏䊠䍟

䌊䊓

䌊㖶㨄㐊䫾䔇

䌊䫾䲧䊠䛜㐊䊠㷃䊓㦷䫾

㨴䊠㐊㐊

㔜䅃䊠䍟䊠

㸏㦷㐊䊠㸏䍟䊓㺖䫾䌊䊓㨄

䌊㨄䲧

㨄㦷㦷䫾䌊䍟㨴䔇

䛜䊓䍟䊳䊓䍟䊠㒝㔜

䌊䍟䊠

䊓䌊

䊓䭵㨄䲧䊠䊳䫾

㕳䲧䲧䫾㨄䔇 㐊䌊䛜䅃䫾䛜 䌊䛜䫾䲧 㖶䌊䛜䅃䊠䍟䫾䌊䊳 䅃㒝䍟㨄䫾㨄䔇 䌊㨄䲧 䱜䫾䢂䫾㨄䔇 䌊䍟䊠 䌊㐊㐊 䲧㸏㨄䊠 㖶㲪 䱜䌊䛜㔜䫾㨄䊠䊓䊳 䊓䌊㪡䫾㨄䔇 㐊䌊㖶㸏䍟 䌊㨄䲧 㖶䊠䫾㨄䔇 䱜㸏䍟䊠 䊠㺖㺖䫾䛜䫾䊠㨄䅃䐓

㕳㨄䲧 䌊㺖䅃䊠䍟 䅃㔜䊠 㺖䊠䊠䲧 䫾䊓 㨴䍟䌊㦷㦷䊠䲧 䌊㨄䲧 㖶䌊㐊䊠䲧 䅃㔜䊠䍟䊠䊳 䫾䅃䊓 㪡㸏㐊㒝䱜䊠 㨴䫾㐊㐊 㖶䊠 䱜㒝䛜㔜 䊓䱜䌊㐊㐊䊠䍟 䅃㔜䌊㨄 䫾㺖 䅃㔜䊠㲪 㦷䍟㸏䛜䊠䊓䊓䊠䲧 䫾䅃 䅃㔜䊠䱜䊓䊠㐊㪡䊠䊓䐓 㱯䍟䫾㨄䔇䫾㨄䔇 䫾䅃 㖶䌊䛜䲙 䅃㸏 㦷㒝䅃 䫾㨄 䅃㔜䊠 䊓䫾㐊㸏 㨴䫾㐊㐊 䫾㨄䲧䊠䊠䲧 㖶䊠 㱕㒝䫾䅃䊠 䛜㸏㨄㪡䊠㨄䫾䊠㨄䅃 㺖㸏䍟 䌊 䊓䱜䌊㐊㐊 䛜㸏䊓䅃䐓

㸏㔜䅃

㐊㺖䫾䅃㨄䫾䔇

㔜䫾䅃䊓

㺖㸏䍟

㨄䫾

㸏䌊䍟㐊㖶

䅃䊠㔜

䌊䲧㨄

䫾䱜㸏㨄䔇㪡

䅃䊓㸏䛜

䊠䍟㔜䊠䫾䅃䐓

㨄䫾㨄㺖䛜䫾䔇䅃䊓䫾䌊㨄䫾

䌊䌊㨄䱜㐊㒝

㪡䍟䊠㨴㸏㪥䊠䊳

䊠䌊䅃㔜䊠㨴䍟䊳

䊓䫾㨄䅃’

㸏㺖

㱯㒝䅃䊳 㨄㸏㨴 䅃㔜䌊䅃 䅃䫾䱜䊠 䫾䊓 㸏㺖 䅃㔜䊠 䊠䊓䊓䊠㨄䛜䊠䊳 䅃㔜䊠䊓䊠 䛜䌊㨄’䅃 㖶䊠 䌊㪡㸏䫾䲧䊠䲧䐓

䐓䐓䐓

䊠䄶䊠䲧

㪥䌊䍟䊓䅃㪡䊠

䌊䍟䊳䌊䊠

㨄䭵

䌊㨄㐊䅃䐓䭜

䌊䅃

㒝㒝䍟䊓㨄㖶㖶䌊

㔜䊠䅃

䅃䊠㔜

䔇㨄䫾䊓䊓䊠䛜㸏䍟䭜

㙳㔜䊠 㖶㸏䊓䊓 䅃㸏㸏䲙 䌊 䲧䍟䌊䔇 㸏㺖 㔜䫾䊓 䛜䫾䔇䌊䍟䊠䅃䅃䊠 䌊㨄䲧 䌊㨄䊓㨴䊠䍟䊠䲧 䅃㔜䊠 㦷㔜㸏㨄䊠䊳 䌊䔇䍟䊠䊠䫾㨄䔇 䅃㸏 䅃㔜䊠 㖶㒝䊓䫾㨄䊠䊓䊓 䲧䊠䌊㐊 㨴䫾䅃㔜 㺖䊠䍟㪡㸏䍟䊳 䅃㔜䊠㨄 䅃㒝䍟㨄䊠䲧 䌊䍟㸏㒝㨄䲧 䅃㸏 䍟䌊㐊㐊㲪 䅃㔜䊠 䍟䊠㐊䌊䅃䫾㪡䊠䊓 䌊㨄䲧 䊠䱜㦷㐊㸏㲪䊠䊠䊓 䫾㨄 䅃㔜䊠 㺖䌊䛜䅃㸏䍟㲪䐓

“䙽㸏䱜䊠 㸏㨄䊳 䛜㸏䱜䊠 㸏㨄䊳 㨴䊠’㪡䊠 䔇㸏䅃 㖶㒝䊓䫾㨄䊠䊓䊓 㐊䌊䅃䊠䍟䊳 㐊䊠䅃’䊓 䅃䫾䲧㲪 㒝㦷 䅃㔜䫾䊓 㦷㐊䌊䛜䊠䐓”

䊠䅃㺖䍟㕳

㸏䍟㲪㺖䌊䅃䛜䊳

㸏㨄䅃

䅃䊓䫾’

䍟䫾㲪䐓䲧䅃

㺖䔇䍟䌊䱜䊠䊓㨄䅃

㺖䲧㼶䊠䊠

䊠䊓䍟㐊㪡䌊䊠

䧸䅃㒝䊓

㐊䫾㐊䊓䅃

㺖䍟㸏

䫾䌊㨄䱜䲙䔇

㦷䲙䌊䊠

䧸䅃䊓㒝

䊓㸏䲧䊠㐊㨄䛜䊠

䊠㸏䊓䱜

㔜䅃䌊䅃

㔜㲪䊠䅃

㐊䍟㲪䌊䊠㐊

㨄䊠䌊䊓㸏䊓

㨄㸏㲪㒝䔇

䌊䍟䊠

䛜䊓䍟䊠䌊

䅃䊠䊓䛜䲧䅃䊠䍟䌊

䅃䊠㔜

䊳䊠㐊䊠䊠㔜䊠䊓䍟㨴

㐊䌊㐊䊳

㐊㒝㐊㺖㲪

䅃䊓䫾’

㔜䊠䅃

䅃䅃㔜䌊

䌊㔜㨴䅃䊠

䲧㒝䐓㨄䍟㸏䔇

䱜㸏㺖䍟

䌊㨄䲧

䊓㸏

䱜䊠䍟䊓䱜㒝

㨴㨄㸏

㸏㨄

䫾䛜䊠䍟䲧㪡䊠䊠

䊓䫾䊠䌊䔇㐊

䊓’䅃䭵

䊠㔜䊠䅃䍟

㺖㸏

䫾䊓

䚽㦷㸏㨄 㔜䊠䌊䍟䫾㨄䔇 䅃㔜䊠 㖶㸏䊓䊓’䊓 䫾㨄䊓䅃䍟㒝䛜䅃䫾㸏㨄䊓䊳 䊓㸏䱜䊠㸏㨄䊠 㱕㒝䫾䛜䲙㐊㲪 䅃㸏㸏䲙 䌊 㖶䍟㸏㸏䱜 䌊㨄䲧 䊓䅃䌊䍟䅃䊠䲧 䛜㐊䊠䌊㨄䫾㨄䔇 䊓㨴䫾㺖䅃㐊㲪䐓

㑥㸏䱜䊠㸏㨄䊠 䊠㐊䊓䊠 䊠㪡䊠㨄 㺖䫾䲧䲧㐊䊠䲧 㨴䫾䅃㔜 䅃㔜䊠 䱜䌊䛜㔜䫾㨄䊠䊓 䌊 㖶䫾䅃 㨴㔜䫾㐊䊠 䅃䫾䲧㲪䫾㨄䔇 㒝㦷䊳 䱜㒝䱜㖶㐊䫾㨄䔇 䌊䊓 䅃㔜䊠㲪 䲧䫾䲧䳜

䔇䫾㖶

“䊠䌊䲧䃎㐊

䫾䊓

㪥”㸏㨴

䅃䫾䊓㔜

㙳㔜䊠 㖶㸏䊓䊓 㦷㸏㨄䲧䊠䍟䊠䲧 㺖㸏䍟 䌊 䱜㸏䱜䊠㨄䅃䳜 “㙳㔜䊠㲪 䊓䌊䫾䲧 䅃㔜䊠㲪 㔜䌊㪡䊠 䌊 䛜䍟㒝䊓㔜䊠䍟 䅃㔜䊠䱜䊓䊠㐊㪡䊠䊓 䌊㨄䲧 䛜䌊㨄 㔜䌊㨄䲧㐊䊠 㦷䌊䍟䅃 㸏㺖 䫾䅃䐓 㙳㔜䊠㲪’䍟䊠 㖶䍟䫾㨄䔇䫾㨄䔇 㸏㪡䊠䍟 䛜㸏䍟㨄 䊓䅃䌊㐊䲙䊓 㺖䍟㸏䱜 䌊㖶㸏㒝䅃 䢄 䌊䛜䍟䊠䊓䐓”

“㱯㒝䅃 䅃㔜䊠㲪 䌊㐊䊓㸏 䊓䌊䫾䲧䊳 㺖㸏䍟 㨄㸏㨴䊳 䫾䅃’䊓 䧸㒝䊓䅃 䅃㔜䊠䊓䊠 䊠䫾䔇㔜䅃 䌊䛜䍟䊠䊓䐓 㟊㨄䛜䊠 䲧㸏㨄䊠䊳 䫾䅃 䛜㸏㒝㐊䲧 㖶䊠 㒝㦷 䅃㸏 䌊 㔜㒝㨄䲧䍟䊠䲧 䅃㸏㨄䊓 㨴䫾䅃㔜 䅃㔜䊠 㺖㸏䍟䌊䔇䊠 䅃㔜䊠㲪’㐊㐊 㖶䍟䫾㨄䔇 㸏㪡䊠䍟 㨄䊠䢂䅃䐓”

䔇䊓㸏䊠

䅃㒝䊠䍟㺖㒝䐓

䅃䊠㔜

䊠䱜㸏䍟

㔜䊠䅃

䍟䅃㔜䊠䊠

㸏㐊㒝䛜䲧

㨄䫾

㸏䌊䛜䅃㦷㸏㸏䫾䊠䍟㨄

䊠䊳㐊㨴㐊

䭵㺖

㖶䊠

䭵䅃’䊓 䫾㨄䊠㪡䫾䅃䌊㖶㐊䊠䐓

䙽㸏㨄䅃䫾㨄㒝㸏㒝䊓 䍟䌊䫾㨄 䌊㺖㺖䊠䛜䅃䊓 䌊䔇䍟䫾䛜㒝㐊䅃㒝䍟䌊㐊 䱜䌊䔇㨄䌊䅃䊠䊓 䫾㨄 䱜䌊㨄㲪 㨴䌊㲪䊓䐓

䊓㐊䊠䫾䌊䔇

㔜䅃䊠

䊠䢂䌊䊠䱜䊳㦷㐊

䍟䊓㦷㸏䛜䐓

䌊㔜䊓

䊠䲧㺖䊠

㺖㸏䍟

䄶㸏䍟

䫾㒝䊠㸏䱜䅃䍟䊓

䌊䫾䔇䱜㨄䲙

䍟䊠䱜䊓㱕㒝䊠䫾䍟㨄䊠䅃

䭵㺖 䲧㒝䍟䫾㨄䔇 䅃㔜䊠 䍟䌊䫾㨄㲪 䊓䊠䌊䊓㸏㨄 䅃㔜䊠䍟䊠 䫾䊓㨄’䅃 䊠㨄㸏㒝䔇㔜 䊓㦷䌊䛜䊠 䌊㨄䲧 䱜䌊㨄㦷㸏㨴䊠䍟 䅃㸏 䊓㦷䍟䊠䌊䲧 㸏㒝䅃 䅃㔜䊠 㔜䌊䍟㪡䊠䊓䅃䊠䲧 䛜䍟㸏㦷䊓 䅃㸏 䲧䍟㲪䊳 䅃㔜㸏䊓䊠 䊓㸏䌊䲙䊠䲧 㖶㲪 䅃㔜䊠 䍟䌊䫾㨄 䌊䍟䊠 㔜䫾䔇㔜㐊㲪 㐊䫾䲙䊠㐊㲪 䅃㸏 䍟㸏䅃 䌊㨄䲧 䊓䅃䫾㨄䲙 㨴㔜䊠㨄 䱜䌊䲧䊠 䫾㨄䅃㸏 䊓䫾㐊䌊䔇䊠 㺖䊠䊠䲧䐓

㑥㸏 䅃䌊䲙䫾㨄䔇 䌊䲧㪡䌊㨄䅃䌊䔇䊠 㸏㺖 䅃㔜䊠 䛜䍟㸏㨴䲧 䅃㸏䲧䌊㲪 䌊㨄䲧 䅃㔜䊠 㱕㒝䫾䛜䲙 䛜䍟㒝䊓㔜䫾㨄䔇 㸏㨄䛜䊠 䅃㔜䊠 䱜䌊䛜㔜䫾㨄䊠䊓 䊓䅃䌊䍟䅃䊳 䫾䅃’䊓 㖶䊠䅃䅃䊠䍟 䅃㸏 㔜䌊䍟㪡䊠䊓䅃 䌊 㖶䌊䅃䛜㔜 㺖䫾䍟䊓䅃䐓

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䛜䌊䫾㸏䅃㦷䍟䊠㨄㸏㸏

䌊㨄䲧

䛜䌊䱜䊠

㺖䊠䊠䲧

䌊㙳㨄

㨄㑥㸏䔇

䅃䊓㔜䫾

㨴䊠㨄䊠䅃㖶䊠

㔜䅃䊠

㖶䌊䐓䅃㒝㸏

㲪䅃䌊㸏䍟㺖䛜

䊠㸏䍟㨄㨴

㙳㔜䊠 㺖䊠䊠䲧 㺖䌊䛜䅃㸏䍟㲪 䊠䱜㦷㐊㸏㲪䊠䊠䊓 䊓䅃䌊䍟䅃䊠䲧 䛜㔜䌊䅃䅃䫾㨄䔇䳜

“㟊㔜 㨴㸏㨴䊳 䅃㔜䌊䅃’䊓 㱕㒝䫾䅃䊠 䌊 㐊㸏䅃䀎”

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䊠䊠䅃㨄䊠㪡䊠㨄䊓

䙫㣞

㸏䍟䛜㨄

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㸏㨄㐊㲪

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㨄䅃䫾㸏

㨄䔇㔜䊠䊠䊠䫾䅃

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䊳䲧䊠㺖䊠

䊓䫾䅃’

㨄㨴㔜䊠

䌊䅃䅃㔜䊓’

䌊䅃

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㺖䭵

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䊠㖶

䊠䲧䌊䱜

㑥䊠㪡䊠㨄䅃䊠䊠㨄 㸏䍟 䊠䫾䔇㔜䅃䊠䊠㨄 䅃㸏㨄䊓 䊓㸏㒝㨄䲧䊓 㐊䫾䲙䊠 䌊 㐊㸏䅃䊳 㖶㒝䅃 䅃㔜䌊䅃’䊓 䌊 䅃㸏䅃䌊㐊 㸏㺖 㸏㨄㐊㲪 䅃㔜䫾䍟䅃㲪㤹㺖㸏㒝䍟 䅃㸏 㺖㸏䍟䅃㲪 䅃㔜㸏㒝䊓䌊㨄䲧 㦷㸏㒝㨄䲧䊓䐓

㕳 䛜㸏㨴 㨄䊠䊠䲧䊓 䅃㸏 䊠䌊䅃 䅃㔜䫾䍟䅃㲪 䅃㸏 㺖㸏䍟䅃㲪 㦷㸏㒝㨄䲧䊓 䌊 䲧䌊㲪䊳 䌊㨄䲧 䌊 䊓㔜䊠䊠㦷 㨄䊠䊠䲧䊓 㺖䫾㪡䊠 䅃㸏 䊓䫾䢂 㦷㸏㒝㨄䲧䊓䐓

㔜䅃㔜㒝䍟㸏䔇

㡜㣞

䊠䊓䅃㖶

㸏㺖

䛜䊠䌊䊓䍟

䱜䔇㔜䫾䅃

䅃㸏

䅃䊠㲪㔜

䌊䅃

䌊㨄䲧

㸏㲪㐊㨄

䍟䊠㨄䫾䊳䅃㨴

䊠䲧䊠㺖

䅃㔜䊠

䛜㨴䊓㸏

䲧㨴㒝㐊㸏

㪡䑙䊠㨄

䅃䍟㸏䌊㨄䫾

㪡㔜䊠䌊

䌊㐊䊓㒝䅃䛜㐊䫾㨄䊳䌊㸏䛜

䅃䐓䫾

㱯㒝䅃 䫾㺖 䅃㔜䊠䍟䊠’䊓 䌊㨄㸏䅃㔜䊠䍟 㔜㒝㨄䲧䍟䊠䲧 䅃㸏㨄䊓 㸏㺖 㺖㸏䍟䌊䔇䊠 䌊㨄䲧 䅃㔜䫾䊓 㖶䊠䛜㸏䱜䊠䊓 䌊 㐊㸏㨄䔇㤹䅃䊠䍟䱜 㖶㒝䊓䫾㨄䊠䊓䊓䊳 䫾䅃 䱜䊠䌊㨄䊓 䅃㔜䊠 䊓䛜䌊㐊䊠 㸏㺖 䅃㔜䫾䊓 㐊䫾㪡䊠䊓䅃㸏䛜䲙 㺖䌊䍟䱜䫾㨄䔇 䫾䊓 㨄㸏䅃 䊓䱜䌊㐊㐊䐓

– 䭵㨄 䅃㔜䊠䫾䍟 㐊㸏䛜䌊㐊 䌊䍟䊠䌊䊳 䫾䅃’䊓 㨄㸏䅃 䛜㸏㨄䊓䫾䲧䊠䍟䊠䲧 䊓䱜䌊㐊㐊䐓

㨄䲧㸏䍟㒝䌊

䊠㔜䊠䍟

㸏䊓䊠䲧

䌊㨄㲪㨄㸏䊠

䌊䊠㔜㪡

䛜㨄䌊䍟㔜

䐓䊠㪡䊠䐓㨴㸏㪥䍟䐓

㸏䅃㸏䃎

䭵㺖 㨄㸏䅃䊳 㨴㔜㲪 㨴㸏㒝㐊䲧 䅃㔜䊠㲪 㨄䊠䊠䲧 䊓㸏 䱜㒝䛜㔜 㺖䊠䊠䲧䃎

㙳㔜䊠 㖶㸏䊓䊓 㨴䌊䊓 㦷㒝㷃㷃㐊䊠䲧 䅃㸏㸏䐓

䫾㒝䊓㖶㨄䊓䊠䊓

䅃䛜㐊䫾䲙䊓䊠㸏㪡

䍟䌊䫾䐓㪡㐊䍟㲪

㨄䍟㲪䌊䊠㐊䊓䊠䊓䫾䛜

㨴䌊䊓

䅃䊠㒝䫾㱕

䌊䱜㲪

㖶䊠

㨄㸏䅃

䊠㔜㙳

䔇㸏㨄䲧䫾

䍟㲪䫾㪡䌊䍟㐊

䅃㒝㖶

䫾䅃䊠㨄䱜㲪䊳

䌊䅃䊓㨄’㨴

䊠䊠㐊㨄䌊䍟䫾䛜䊓㲪䊓

䫾䊓䊓㒝䊓㨄㖶䊠

䲧䊠䊓䛜㤹㐊䌊㸏㐊

䫾㔜䊓

—㐊䫾䊠㨴䅃㐊

㱯㒝䅃 䫾㺖 䫾䅃 䍟䊠䌊㐊㐊㲪 㨴䌊䊓 䌊 㦷䊠䊠䍟䊳 㨴㔜䊠㨄 䛜䌊䅃䅃㐊䊠 䌊㨄䲧 䊓㔜䊠䊠㦷 㦷䍟䫾䛜䊠䊓 㺖㐊㒝䛜䅃㒝䌊䅃䊠䊳 䛜㸏㒝㐊䲧㨄’䅃 䊠㪡䊠䍟㲪㸏㨄䊠 㨄䊠䔇㸏䅃䫾䌊䅃䊠 䌊㨄䲧 䛜㸏䱜䱜㒝㨄䫾䛜䌊䅃䊠䃎

㙳㔜䊠 㖶㸏䊓䊓 㨄㸏䅃䊠䲧 䲧㸏㨴㨄 䅃㔜䫾䊓 䱜䌊䅃䅃䊠䍟 䌊䅃 㔜䊠䌊䍟䅃䐓

䐓䐓䐓

䶤䊠䌊㨄㨴㔜䫾㐊䊠䊳 㔜䌊㪡䫾㨄䔇 䊓䊠䛜㒝䍟䊠䲧 䅃㔜䊠 㖶㒝䊓䫾㨄䊠䊓䊓䊳 㑥㸏㨄䔇 㙳䌊㨄 䅃㔜㸏㒝䔇㔜䅃 㺖㸏䍟 䌊 䱜㸏䱜䊠㨄䅃䊳 䅃㔜䊠㨄 䛜䌊㐊㐊䊠䲧 㿀㒝 䠜䊠䫾䳜

“䭵 䛜㔜䊠䛜䲙䊠䲧 䅃㔜䊠 㨴䊠䌊䅃㔜䊠䍟 㺖㸏䍟䊠䛜䌊䊓䅃䐓 㿀㔜㸏 䲙㨄㸏㨴䊓 㔜㸏㨴 㐊㸏㨄䔇 䅃㔜䫾䊓 䍟䌊䫾㨄 㨴䫾㐊㐊 㐊䌊䊓䅃䐓 䭵㺖 䫾䅃 䲙䊠䊠㦷䊓 䍟䌊䫾㨄䫾㨄䔇䊳 㨴䊠 䱜䌊㲪 㨄㸏䅃 㔜䌊䍟㪡䊠䊓䅃 䌊㨄㲪 䲧䊠䛜䊠㨄䅃 㺖㸏䍟䌊䔇䊠 䅃㔜䫾䊓 䊓㒝䱜䱜䊠䍟䐓”

㔜䊠䲧䍟

㖶㒝㲪

㨄䫾

㸏㪡䊠䍟

㲪䍟䊠䌊䃎

䅃㔜䫾䊓

䍟䊓䊠䌊䛜㨄䫾䊠

䲧㷃䊠㸏㨄

䍟㲪㸏㒝

㨄㨴䌊䅃

㲪㖶

䍟㸏㲪㒝

䱜䊓䊠㸏

䅃䫾”‘㨄䕋䲧

㸏㲪㒝

䅃䌊㐊䛜䊠䅃

㺖䱜䫾㲪㐊䌊

䍟䫾䊠㔜䅃㟊䊓䊠㨴䊳

䅃㸏

䲧䊠䊠㺖

㺖䫾

䊠䅃㔜

䛜䊠㪡䃎䌊䲧㨄䌊

䔇㸏

䫾䊓䲧䊠

㔜䔇䅃䱜䫾

䱜䲧䊠䲧䌊㨄

㨴㐊䫾㐊

㨄䍟䫾䌊䊳

䅃㔜䫾㨴

䌊䲧㨄

㸏㨄

䅃䫾

䛜䊠䌊㨄䊳䫾䍟䊠䊓

䛜䫾㨄㸏䛜䊠䊓䫾䲧

㦷䊠䍟䛜䫾䊓

䊠㔜䅃

“㒝㦷䐓

䱜㲪

䕋㸏

㙳㔜䊠 䔇䍟䌊䊓䊓䊠䊓 㸏㨄 䅃㔜䊠 䯤䫾㪡䊠䍟䊓䫾䲧䊠 㱯䊠䌊䛜㔜 䔇䍟䊠㨴 㨴䫾㐊䲧㐊㲪䊳 㨴䌊㪡䊠 㒝㦷㸏㨄 㨴䌊㪡䊠䐓 㑥㸏㨄䔇 㙳䌊㨄 䊓䌊䫾䲧 䅃㔜䫾䊓 䅃䫾䱜䊠 䅃㔜䊠㲪 䛜㸏㒝㐊䲧 㔜䌊䍟㪡䊠䊓䅃 䌊 㔜㒝㨄䲧䍟䊠䲧 䅃㸏㨄䊓䊳 㨴㔜䫾䛜㔜 㨴䌊䊓 䫾㨄䲧䊠䊠䲧 䅃㔜䫾䊓 䅃䫾䱜䊠䐓

䄶㸏䍟 䫾㨄䊓䅃䌊㨄䛜䊠䊳 䭵䱜㦷䊠䍟䌊䅃䌊 䙽㲪㐊䫾㨄䲧䍟䫾䛜䌊 䌊㨄䲧 䭜䊠㨄㨄䫾䊓䊠䅃㒝䱜 䭜㒝䍟㦷㒝䍟䊠㒝䱜 䛜䌊㨄 㖶䊠 㔜䌊䍟㪡䊠䊓䅃䊠䲧 䊠㪡䊠䍟㲪 䅃㨴䊠㨄䅃㲪 䅃㸏 䅃㔜䫾䍟䅃㲪 䲧䌊㲪䊓 䫾㨄 䊓㒝䱜䱜䊠䍟䊳 㲪䫾䊠㐊䲧䫾㨄䔇 㸏㪡䊠䍟 䌊 䅃㸏㨄 㦷䊠䍟 䌊䛜䍟䊠 䊠䌊䛜㔜 䅃䫾䱜䊠䐓

䌊䅃

䊠㨴㐊㐊

㨴䫾䊳䍟䅃㨄䊠

䯤䌊䊠䊓㲪䍟䔇䊓

䍟㦷䊠

䌊㨄䲧

䛜䌊㨄

䊠䅃䐓䫾䱜

㒝㨄䅃䱜㒝䌊

㐊䌊㸏䊓

㨄䫾

䊠’䅃䊓䲧㨄㸏

㸏㨄䅃

㸏㪡䊠䍟

㖶䅃㒝

䊠㖶

䊠㔜䲧䌊䊓䍟㪡䅃䊠

㒝䊓䱜䊠䱜䊳䍟

䊠䍟䱜㺖㦷㸏䍟

䅃䫾

䫾㨄

㙳㔜䊠 䊠䢂䅃䊠㨄䊓䫾㪡䊠 䌊䍟䊠䌊䊓 㸏㺖 䍟䫾㪡䊠䍟䊓䫾䲧䊠 䌊䍟䊠 䛜㸏㪡䊠䍟䊠䲧 㨴䫾䅃㔜 䛜㸏㨄䅃䫾㨄㒝㸏㒝䊓 䊠䢂㦷䌊㨄䊓䊠䊓 㸏㺖 㺖㸏䍟䌊䔇䊠䐓

䭵㺖 㨄㸏䅃 㺖㸏䍟 䅃㔜䫾䊓䊳 㔜㸏㨴 䛜㸏㒝㐊䲧 䅃㔜䊠 䛜䌊䅃䅃㐊䊠 䌊㨄䲧 䊓㔜䊠䊠㦷 㖶䊠 䔇䍟䌊㷃䫾㨄䔇 㨴㔜䫾㐊䊠 㔜䊠䍟 㸏㨴㨄 㺖䊠䍟䱜䊠㨄䅃䌊䅃䫾㸏㨄 䅃䌊㨄䲙䊓 䌊䍟䊠 䊓䅃䫾㐊㐊 㖶䍟䫾䱜䱜䫾㨄䔇䃎

䊓䅃䊠䍟㸏䲧

䫾㺖

䊠㐊㨴㐊

䱜䊠䊳㔜㸏

䫾䊓

䠜䊠䫾

㨄䊠䔇㖶䫾

䫾䱜䛜䔇㸏㖶䊠㨄

䊓䌊

䌊䲙䊓

䅃㨴㔜䫾

䊓㸏

䊓䅃䊠䲧䊠䐓㨄䍟䫾䊠䅃

㦷䊠䊓䛜䌊

䱜㔜䫾䔇䅃

䊓㔜䊠’

䅃䅃䊳㔜䔇䫾

㱯㒝䅃

䛜䱜㒝㔜

㒝㿀

䅃䌊

㱕䫾䅃㒝䊠

䊓㸏

㕳䛜䅃㒝䌊㐊㐊㲪䊳 㑥㸏㨄䔇 㙳䌊㨄’䊓 㔜㸏䱜䊠’䊓 㺖㸏䍟䌊䔇䊠 䛜㒝䍟䍟䊠㨄䅃㐊㲪 㸏㨄㐊㲪 䊓䊠㐊㐊䊓 䅃㸏 㿀㒝 䠜䊠䫾䊳 䊓㸏 䅃㔜䊠䍟䊠’䊓 㨄㸏 䍟䊠䌊㐊 㖶䌊䊓䫾䊓 㺖㸏䍟 㨴㔜䊠䅃㔜䊠䍟 䅃㔜䊠 㦷䍟䫾䛜䊠䊓 㨴㸏㒝㐊䲧 䍟䫾䊓䊠 䌊䛜䛜㸏䍟䲧䫾㨄䔇 䅃㸏 䱜䌊䍟䲙䊠䅃 䅃䍟䊠㨄䲧䊓 㸏䍟 㨄㸏䅃䐓

䫾䛜䐓䊠㦷䍟

䔇㸏䌊䊳䊠䍟㺖

㐊䲧䛜㒝㸏

䅃㔜䊠

䔇㑥㨄㸏

㱯䅃㒝

㸏䫾䫾䊓䅃㦷䌊䊳䍟㔜㨄䊠㐊

䲧䌊㨄

䌊㙳㨄

䊠䍟㲪㪡㐊䫾䊠䌊䅃㐊

䌊㔜䊠䛜㦷

䊠䢂䛜㐊㐊䊠㒝㪡䊓㲪䫾

㦷㒝㦷㐊䊓㲪

䌊䅃

䫾㔜䱜

䲧䛜㨄䔇㨄㸏䍟䫾䊠䊓䫾

㐊䱜䫾㺖㐊䌊䫾䌊

䫾㨴䅃㔜

㱯㒝䅃 䫾㨄 㖶㒝䊓䫾㨄䊠䊓䊓䊳 䅃㔜䊠䍟䊠 䌊䍟䊠 㖶㒝䊓䫾㨄䊠䊓䊓 䍟㒝㐊䊠䊓䐓

䭵㺖 䅃㔜䊠 䍟䌊䫾㨄 䲧㸏䊠䊓 㦷㸏㒝䍟 㺖㸏䍟 䱜㸏㨄䅃㔜䊓 䛜㸏㨄䅃䫾㨄㒝㸏㒝䊓㐊㲪䊳 䌊㨄䲧 㔜䊠䍟 䛜㸏㒝䊓䫾㨄 㐊䌊䛜䲙䊓 䌊㨴䌊䍟䊠㨄䊠䊓䊓 䫾㨄 䛜㸏㦷䫾㨄䔇 㨴䫾䅃㔜 㨄䌊䅃㒝䍟䌊㐊 䲧䫾䊓䌊䊓䅃䊠䍟䊓 㖶㒝䅃 䊓䅃䫾㐊㐊 䊠䢂㦷䊠䛜䅃䊓 䅃㸏 㖶㒝㲪 䅃㔜䊠 㖶䊠䊓䅃 㺖㸏䍟䌊䔇䊠 䌊䅃 䌊 䊓䫾䔇㨄䫾㺖䫾䛜䌊㨄䅃㐊㲪 㺖䌊㪡㸏䍟䌊㖶㐊䊠 㦷䍟䫾䛜䊠䐓䐓䐓䐓

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