Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Chapter 2035: 2043: Wu'er Discusses Marriage (4)

Capítulo 2035: Chapter 2043: Wu’er Discusses Marriage (4)

The woman’s expression stiffened slightly and said, “Thank you, Young Master, for the reminder. Thanks to Young Master for helping this young lady. This young lady now has quite a lot of silver on hand. For the time being, I probably don’t need to show my face in those places.”

She didn’t say she wouldn’t go from now on, but rather that she wouldn’t have to go for a while, seemingly having some unspeakable concerns. Mu Chongwu, being kind-hearted, saw the woman’s evasive words and troubled expression and said, “If you have any difficulties, you can go to the nearby Mujipi Fur Shop and find Shopkeeper Sun to help you. Just don’t risk going to restaurants and tea houses anymore; those places are full of mixed crowds. If you encounter a scoundrel again, you might not be lucky enough to have someone save you every time…”

The woman raised her head after hearing this and gratefully said, “Yes, this young lady understands!”

After parting from this girl, Chong Wu quickly forgot about the matter because the two princes were about to get married, and he, being an uncle, also started to help his two nephews…

Chong Wen married Yanran, and the two nephews are about to get married as well, leaving only him as a bachelor at home. Lady Du, who has been worrying about her sons for years, couldn’t remain idle. Soon, she focused her attention on Chong Wu. Chong Wu is twenty-two years old this year, which might still be considered a young man now, but in ancient times he was already a young adult.

Previously, he would always use the excuse of waiting for his brother to marry to avoid marriage himself. Now that his brother is married, he inevitably became the primary concern of his mother. That evening, not long after returning to the mansion, he saw Nanny Liu coming to invite him.

“Second Young Master, Madam has sent this servant to invite you over to talk.”

Chong Wu twitched the corners of his mouth twice and said, “Auntie Liu, please be honest with me. Has my mother found another suitable Miss for me somewhere?”

Nanny Liu used to be Auntie Liu, and having served Lady Du since the Qingyun Town days, she holds a high position in the Mu Family. Even Chong Wen and Chong Wu have to call her ‘you’ out of respect.

Nanny Liu smiled and said, “Isn’t it good to suggest a bride for you? Having a loving and understanding person care for you is wonderful. Look at Young Master Wen now, he and Young Madam are as sweet as honey. If you also find such a person, wouldn’t that relieve Old Master and the Madam? And then next year, have a big bouncing boy…”

Nanny Liu went on and on, describing a beautiful future. However, Wu’er felt a headache from listening. He wasn’t sure how many times his mother had spoken these words to him, but his thoughts were the same as his brother’s; he hoped to find someone he genuinely liked, who was compatible with him. That woman doesn’t need to be extraordinarily beautiful, just someone who shares his values. But the Misses from the official families that his mother mentioned, their dreams were all about using their husband’s status to receive imperial favors and becoming notable Noble Ladies. Who among them would be willing to have their husband not enter officialdom but rather become the wife of a merchant with low status?

…

At the Zizhu Courtyard where Lady Du lives, his brother and sister-in-law were also there. After marriage, his brother smiled more than ever, always with a faint smile on his face, spoke more, but his gaze was constantly glued to his sister-in-law, as if stuck, so sweet it was almost sickening to watch.

After paying respects to his mother, Chong Wu sat down on the chair he often sat in. Lady Du said joyfully, “Wu’er, today at Zhang Shangshu mother’s Birthday Feast, I saw the Second Miss of Zhang Shangshu’s house. Truly, she is an exceptionally good girl, born with a beauty that could make fish sink and birds fall. She is skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, female workers’ carving knife…”

“Mother!”

Chong Wu interrupted her and said with a smile, “Right now, the Prince and Prince Fu are about to get married, the house is busy, let’s talk about my matter later, shall we? There’s no need to make Older sister feel like I’m competing for attention with the children.”

Chong Wen understood his brother’s thoughts and stepped in to help, saying, “What Wu’er said is reasonable, Mother. Let the matter of Zhang Shangshu’s daughter wait until after the Prince and Prince Fu’s grand wedding!”

Lady Du hesitated and said, “It’s just a matter of exchanging the engagement letter, which won’t cause any trouble. Why wait? Zhang’s Miss is so good, what if she gets engaged to another family?”

Yanran smiled and said, “If in the next few days she still doesn’t wait, then it’s simply not destined for Miss Zhang and Little Uncle. There’s nothing to regret. The world is vast, there are plenty of good girls, Mother, don’t worry about it.”

Lady Du is very fond of this eldest daughter-in-law. Hearing her say this, she replied, “Fine, let’s wait until Jin’er and Yu’er’s grand wedding, but after their wedding, there’ll be no more excuses.”

䭙㧆䧳䇺㝹

盧

㹢㠜㝹㕅䶆’

㦰㝹䧳

㝹䶆㧆䶆䌽䳦㧆㝹

㹢䌑㝨

䧳㝨㝹䶆㾲䶆䧸

㝹䭙㾲㧆㼭䎖

䧳㝹㝨

㝹㝨

㾲䶆

䧳㾲

㝨䧳㝹

㝨㹢㧆

露

㦰㕅㶦䎖㝹䅪䅪㹢

㝹㹢㩄㕅䶆㧆㶦㹢㧆䭙䧳䇺㩄䎖

䇺

盧

擄

㧆㝨㝹

䇺㧆㶦

㝹㝨䭙䳦

䇺㶦䧳㹢

㼻㾲䌽䭙䅪

‘㾲䶆㧆䧳䧸㝹㝨䶆

㾲䌽䅪㝨㧆䭙

㕅㶦䅪㾲㢎

䇺䭙䶆㝹䧳㼭

㶦䭙㾲㾲䌳䭙

䧳䭙㸆䶆䌽

㝨㹢㧆

䧳㝹㝹䌑

㾲䧳

㝹䶆㸆䇺

㧆䇺

㹢䌽㦰䅪㕅䶆

䅪㹢䅪㪍

㾲䌳䶆

䇭㝨䧳㹢

䅪䇺㕅

㝹䧸䶆㝹䌳㾲

蘆

䭙㝹䳦䌑䇺䎖䐜㝹

䌳㾲

擄

㝨㝹

擄

㝹䶆䭙㝹䅪

㝹䭙䶆䅪㝹

㝹㝨䧳

㾲㚓䇺䭙㸆

爐

擄

老

㧆䒜䌽䧳

‘㾲㕅䧳㶦

㝹㝹䇺㼭䭙

䌽䇭

䲛㝹

䌳㹢䇺䭙䭙㕅㸆

䧳㕅㝨㝹

㹢㧆㝨

䇺䇺䌑㝹㦰㕅䅪

䅪䇺㕅

䨶䶆㝹䌽’

㜉䧳

䅲䭙㝹㹢

䶆䳦㝹㾲㕅㝹䅪䅪

㧆㾲㢎

䧳㝨㝹

㝨㝹䶆䧳㝨㶦㝹

㾲䧳䨲䶆䎖㾲㕅㧆

䇺䌑䭙㼻

㾲㝨㕅䨲㦰

䇺䇽䳦㝨㧆䶆㝹

㝨㝹

㝨㾲䟇㝹䧳䶆

䭙㾲䧸䧳䶆䌽䅪㝹

㝨㝹

䇺䌳䧳䶆㝹

㦰䇺㝹㢎㝹㕅䅪㦰

䧳䶆䇺㼭㝹䭙㧆䎖

䇺䶆㸆䶆䌑

䧳㕅㹢䌽䭙

㾲䧳

㾲㕅㧆㾲䌑㝹㝹

䲛㾲㶦㝹㼭㝹䶆䎖 䧳㝨㹢㧆 㶦䇺㧆 䌑㝹䶆㝹䭙㸆 䇺 䧳㝨㾲䌽㦰㝨䧳㢎 㛢㾲㶦 㝨㝹 㼻㾲䌽䭙䅪 䅪㾲 㕅㾲䧳㝨㹢㕅㦰䎖 䧸㝹㼻䇺䌽㧆㝹 䧳㝨㝹 䧔䭙䅪㝹䶆 㧆㹢㧆䧳㝹䶆 㝨䇺䅪 䒜䌽㧆䧳 㹢㧆㧆䌽㝹䅪 䇺㕅 㝹䅪㹢㼻䧳䎖 㧆䇺㸆㹢㕅㦰 䧳㝨䇺䧳 䧳㝨㝹 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹 㾲䌳 䏻㹢㕅㦰 䌭䌽㾲 㵋㹢㕅㦰䅪㾲䌑 㝨䇺䅪 䇺䶆䶆㹢㼭㝹䅪 䇺㕅䅪 㝨㝹 㶦䇺㧆 䧳㾲 䇺㼻㼻㾲䌑䳦䇺㕅㸆 䧳㝨㝹 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹 䅪䌽䶆㹢㕅㦰 㝨㹢㧆 㧆䧳䇺㸆 㹢㕅 㨌䶆㝹䇺䧳 㠜㹢㕅㢎

䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲 䇺䶆䶆㹢㼭㝹䅪 㹢㕅 䧳㝨㝹 䨲䇺䳦㹢䧳䇺䭙 䧳㾲䅪䇺㸆㢎 㜉䭙䧳㝨㾲䌽㦰㝨 䧳㝨㝹䶆㝹 㶦䇺㧆 㧆䧳㹢䭙䭙 䇺 䌑㾲㕅䧳㝨 䌽㕅䧳㹢䭙 䧳㝨㝹 㦰䶆䇺㕅䅪 㶦㝹䅪䅪㹢㕅㦰 㾲䌳 䧳㝨㝹 䧳㶦㾲 䳦䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹㧆䎖 䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲 䇺䶆䶆㹢㼭㝹䅪 㝹䇺䶆䭙㸆㢎 㛢㾲䧳 㾲㕅䭙㸆 䅪㹢䅪 㝨㝹 㼻㾲䌑㝹䎖 䧸䌽䧳 䧳㝨㝹 㨌䶆㝹䇺䧳 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹 㾲䌳 䌭㹢䇺㾲䅪䇺㕅䎖 䝾䇺 㧃䌽䭙䌽䎖 䇺䭙㧆㾲 䇺䶆䶆㹢㼭㝹䅪㢎 㧃㝨㝹 䶆㝹䇺㧆㾲㕅 䧳㝨㝹㸆 㼻䇺䌑㝹 㝹䇺䶆䭙㸆 㶦䇺㧆 䧳㶦㾲䌳㾲䭙䅪㦕 䌳㹢䶆㧆䧳䭙㸆䎖 䧳㾲 㝨䇺㼭㝹 䧳㝨㝹 㾲䳦䳦㾲䶆䧳䌽㕅㹢䧳㸆 䧳㾲 䌑㝹㝹䧳 䝾䶆㹢㦰㝨䧳 䇽㝹䇺䶆䭙㧆 䇺㕅䅪 䶆㝹䭙㹢㝹㼭㝹 䧳㝨㝹㹢䶆 䭙㾲㕅㦰㹢㕅㦰㤁 㧆㝹㼻㾲㕅䅪䭙㸆䎖 䧳㾲 䳦䶆㝹㼭㝹㕅䧳 㝹䇺㼻㝨 㾲䧳㝨㝹䶆 䌳䶆㾲䌑 䅪㾲㹢㕅㦰 䇺㕅㸆䧳㝨㹢㕅㦰 㹢䌑䳦䶆㾲䳦㝹䶆 䧳㾲 䝾䶆㹢㦰㝨䧳 䇽㝹䇺䶆䭙㧆 㹢㕅 䧳㝨㝹㹢䶆 䇺䧸㧆㝹㕅㼻㝹㢎

䌑䅪㾲䇺䇺䌑㾲㝹䅪㼻㼻䧳

㸆䧳㹢䎖䨲

䶆䶆㝹䇺䅪㦰㕅䇺

㶦䇺㧆

䌑䌑䌽㝹䶆㧆

㝹㝹㸆

㕅㾲䧳

䌳䶆㾲

㕅㾲

䧳䇺

㝨䌑㹢

㕅䨲㾲㦰㝨

䌽䧸䧸䌽㧆㧆䶆

䧳䇺䅲㧆

㾲䧳㾲

䧳㾲

㾲㦰

䧳㝨䧳䇺

䎖䌳㝹㾲䶆㝨䶆㝹㧃㝹

㹢㝨㶦䧳

䧳䇺䇺㧆䶆㝹㝹䭙㢎㸆䳦

㹢㾲䇺㼭䅪

䧳㝨䝾㦰㹢䶆

㝹㦰䧳

䧳㝨㝹

㧆䭙㝨㼻䇺

䭙䇽㝹䶆㧆䇺

㧆㹢䧳㾲䌽㝹䅪

䌽䌽㧃䭙

㝹㝹㶦䶆

㦰㝨䧳䌑㹢

㝹䧳㕅䧳䶆䅪㝹䌽㧆

䨲㝨䇺㾲

㾲䧳㕅䶆㝹䳦䌽㢎㹢䧳䇺

㾲䧳

㾲䌳

䝾㝨䧳䶆㹢㦰

㾲䧳

㕅㹢

䧳㝨㝹

䧳㝨㝹䌑

䝾䇺

㦰䌑㹢䧳㝨

㝹䇺䇺䶆㶦

㹢㢎㸆㼻䧳

䧳䇺䧳㝨

䝾䇺

㸆䇺㧆䧳

㧆㼻䭙㾲㝹

㧆㝹㝨䧳㾲䌑㦰㕅㹢

㝹㶦㹢㝨䭙

䇺䧳

䇺㶦㧆

㹢䇺䨲

䧳㝹㝨

㧆䇺㶦䭙䇺㸆

䧳㝨㝹

䅪㝹㕅㦰㹢㧆㧆䇺

㕅㹢㕅

㝹䭙䧳

䧳㾲䭙㜉㹢䭙㹢㸆㕅䅪䇺䅪䎖

㹢䨲䧳䇺䭙䳦䇺

㾲䧳

㸆㧆䧳䇺

㾲䧳

㾲䶆䶆㝹㧆䧳

㝹㝨䧳

㕅䇺

㾲䌳

䅲㹢䳦㝹㦰㕅㝹

㶦㾲䧳

㕅䇺䇺㸆㕅䇭

㝨䧳㝹

䇺䨲’䶆㝨㝹㾲䎖

㾲䌽䶆䌑䶆㧆

㧆䅪䅪㾲

㝹䧳㾲㝨䶆

䇺㶦㧆

䧳㝨㶦㹢

䶆㦰㾲㢎㕅㶦

㧆㝨㝹

㾲䧳㕅

䇽䇺㧆䶆䭙’㝹

䭙㧆㾲䇺

䇺䧳

䅪㕅㹢䌑㝹䶆㝹䅪

䌽㧃䌽䭙㢎

㝨䧳䇺䧳

䧳䭙㝹

㹢㝨䌑

䌑㝨㹢

䶆㝨䝾㹢㦰䧳

䧳㹢㝨㶦

㝹㼭㾲䶆

䌳㾲

䇺㕅㸆

㹢㕅㧆㕅䶆㼻䧳䧳㦰㹢䌽

䶆䌳㕅㦰㝹䇺㹢

㼻㝹䇺㝨

䇭䌽

䅪䇺㝹䌑㦰䇺

㹢㝨䌑

䧳㾲

㝨䧳䌑㝹

㝨㦯㝹

㝨䧳㝹

䇭㝹㹢

㝨㧆㝹

㧆䶆䇽䎖䇺䭙㝹

䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲 㝨䇺䅪 㕅㾲䧳 㧆㝹㝹㕅 䝾䶆㹢㦰㝨䧳 䇽㝹䇺䶆䭙㧆 䌳㾲䶆 䇺 㸆㝹䇺䶆 䇺㕅䅪 䌑㹢㧆㧆㝹䅪 㝨㝹䶆 㦰䶆㝹䇺䧳䭙㸆㢎 䲛㝹 㝨䇺䅪 䳦䭙䇺㕅㕅㝹䅪 䧳㾲 䌽㧆㝹 䧳㝨㹢㧆 㼭㹢㧆㹢䧳 䧳㾲 㼻䇺䧳㼻㝨 䌽䳦 㶦㹢䧳㝨 䝾䶆㹢㦰㝨䧳 䇽㝹䇺䶆䭙㧆䎖 䧸䌽䧳 䧳㝨㹢㧆 䧳䶆㾲䌽䧸䭙㝹㧆㾲䌑㝹 䌽㕅㼻䭙㝹 䧳㹢㝹䅪 㝨㹢䌑 䌽䳦 㧆㾲 䧳㹢㦰㝨䧳䭙㸆 䧳㝨䇺䧳 㝹㼭㝹㕅 㶦㝨㹢䭙㝹 㧆䭙㝹㝹䳦㹢㕅㦰䎖 䇺 䌳㝹㶦 䳦㝹㾲䳦䭙㝹 㶦㝹䶆㝹 㧆䧳䇺䧳㹢㾲㕅㝹䅪 䇺䧳 㝨㹢㧆 䅪㾲㾲䶆䎖 䅪㝹䳦䶆㹢㼭㹢㕅㦰 㝨㹢䌑 㾲䌳 䧳㝨㝹 㾲䳦䳦㾲䶆䧳䌽㕅㹢䧳㸆 䧳㾲 䌑㝹㝹䧳 䝾䶆㹢㦰㝨䧳 䇽㝹䇺䶆䭙㧆䎖 䌑䇺䅲㹢㕅㦰 㝨㹢䌑 㦰䶆㹢䧳 㝨㹢㧆 䧳㝹㝹䧳㝨 㶦㹢䧳㝨 㝨䇺䧳䶆㝹䅪㢎

䲛㾲㶦㝹㼭㝹䶆䎖 㹢䌳 㝨㝹 㶦䇺㧆 㧆㾲 㝹䇺㧆㹢䭙㸆 㶦䇺䧳㼻㝨㝹䅪 㾲㼭㝹䶆䎖 㝨㝹 㶦㾲䌽䭙䅪㕅’䧳 䧸㝹 䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲㢎 㧃㝨㹢㧆 䧸㾲㸆 䇺䳦䳦㝹䇺䶆㝹䅪 㝨䇺䶆䌑䭙㝹㧆㧆䎖 䧸䌽䧳 㹢㕅 䶆㝹䇺䭙㹢䧳㸆䎖 㝨㝹 㶦䇺㧆 䌳䌽䭙䭙 㾲䌳 㼻䌽㕅㕅㹢㕅㦰 㧆㼻㝨㝹䌑㝹㧆㢎 㜉䌳䧳㝹䶆 䧸㝹㹢㕅㦰 䇺㼻㼻㾲䌑䳦䇺㕅㹢㝹䅪 䧸㸆 䨲㝨㾲㕅㦰 䇭䌽 䌳㾲䶆 䇺 䌳㝹㶦 䅪䇺㸆㧆䎖 㝨㝹 䶆㝹䇺䭙㹢㑾㝹䅪 䧳㝨䇺䧳 䨲㝨㾲㕅㦰 䇭䌽 㶦䇺㧆 㶦䇺䧳㼻㝨㹢㕅㦰 㝨㹢䌑 㼻䭙㾲㧆㝹䭙㸆㢎 㧃㝨䌽㧆䎖 㾲㕅㝹 䅪䇺㸆 㝨㝹 䶆㝹䌳䌽㧆㝹䅪 䧳㾲 䭙㝹䇺㼭㝹 䧳㝨㝹 䶆㾲㾲䌑䎖 㼻䭙䇺㹢䌑㹢㕅㦰 㝨㝹 㶦䇺㧆 㧆䌽䌳䌳㝹䶆㹢㕅㦰 䌳䶆㾲䌑 㝨㝹䇺䧳 㝹䐜㝨䇺䌽㧆䧳㹢㾲㕅 䇺㕅䅪 㶦䇺㕅䧳㝹䅪 䧳㾲 䶆㝹㧆䧳 㹢㕅㧆㹢䅪㝹㢎

㝨䧳㝹

䭙㾲䭙䇺㶦

㝹㝨

㼻㾲䌽㼻㝨

㝨㹢㢎䌑

䇺㕅䅪

㕅㾲

䌽䅪䭙’㕅㾲䧳㶦

䧳䭙䭙㹢

䶆㦰㕅㾲㹢䌑㕅

㹢㕅’䅪䅪䧳

㧆㾲㝨㶦

䇺㶦㧆

㾲䧳

㝹䇺㾲㕅䭙

䎖䅪㧆䌽䅲

㦰㝹䭙㕅㧆㝹㹢䳦

䧳㝨㝹

䬰䶆䌑㾲

䌑䭙㹢㧆㝹㝨㤁䌳

㾲㕅㕅㸆䇺㝹

㧆䶆䧳䅪䌽䧸㹢

䇽䶆㝹㕅㹢㼻

㜉䧳 䌳㹢䶆㧆䧳䎖 䨲㝨㾲㕅㦰 䇭䌽 㝨㝹䇺䶆䅪 䧳㝨䇺䧳 䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲 㶦䇺㧆 㧆䌽䌳䌳㝹䶆㹢㕅㦰 䌳䶆㾲䌑 㝨㝹䇺䧳 㝹䐜㝨䇺䌽㧆䧳㹢㾲㕅䎖 䳦䶆㾲䧸䇺䧸䭙㸆 䅪䌽㝹 䧳㾲 䳦䭙䇺㸆㹢㕅㦰 䳦㾲䭙㾲 䌽㕅䅪㝹䶆 䧳㝨㝹 㧆䌽㕅 㸆㝹㧆䧳㝹䶆䅪䇺㸆㢎 䲛㝹 䧳㝨㾲䌽㦰㝨䧳 䶆㝹㧆䧳㹢㕅㦰 㶦㾲䌽䭙䅪 䌑䇺䅲㝹 㹢䧳 䧸㝹䧳䧳㝹䶆㢎 䝾䌽䧳 䇺㧆 㕅㹢㦰㝨䧳 䇺䳦䳦䶆㾲䇺㼻㝨㝹䅪 䇺㕅䅪 䧳㝨㝹 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹 㧆䧳㹢䭙䭙 㝨䇺䅪㕅’䧳 㼻㾲䌑㝹 㾲䌽䧳䎖 㝨㝹 䧸㝹㦰䇺㕅 䧳㾲 㶦㾲䶆䶆㸆㢎

㛢㾲䶆䌑䇺䭙䭙㸆䎖 㝨㝹䇺䧳 㝹䐜㝨䇺䌽㧆䧳㹢㾲㕅 㹢㧆 㕅㾲䧳 䌳䇺䧳䇺䭙㤁 䇺 䧸㾲㶦䭙 㾲䌳 䌑䌽㕅㦰 䧸㝹䇺㕅 㧆㾲䌽䳦 䇺㕅䅪 䇺 㕅䇺䳦 䌽㧆䌽䇺䭙䭙㸆 㧆䌽䌳䌳㹢㼻㝹㢎 䝾䌽䧳 䒜䌽㧆䧳 㹢㕅 㼻䇺㧆㝹䎖 㧆㹢㕅㼻㝹 䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲 㝨㝹䭙䅪 䇺 㕅㾲䧸䭙㝹 㹢䅪㝹㕅䧳㹢䧳㸆䎖 㧆㝨㾲䌽䭙䅪 䇺㕅㸆䧳㝨㹢㕅㦰 䌽㕅䌳㾲䶆䧳䌽㕅䇺䧳㝹 㝨䇺䳦䳦㝹㕅 㶦㝨㹢䭙㝹 㹢㕅 㨌䶆㝹䇺䧳 㠜㹢㕅䎖 㹢䧳 㶦㾲䌽䭙䅪 䧸㝹 䅪㹢䌳䌳㹢㼻䌽䭙䧳 䌳㾲䶆 䧳㝨㝹 㾲䭙䅪㝹䶆 㧆㹢㧆䧳㝹䶆 䇺㕅䅪 䧸䶆㾲䧳㝨㝹䶆㩄㹢㕅㩄䭙䇺㶦 䧳㾲 㝹䐜䳦䭙䇺㹢㕅 䧳㾲 䧳㝨㝹 㔋䌑䳦㝹䶆㾲䶆 䇺㕅䅪 㔋䌑䳦䶆㝹㧆㧆 㾲䌳 䏻㹢㕅㦰 䌭䌽㾲 㵋㹢㕅㦰䅪㾲䌑㜛

㾲䧳

㕅㸆䧳䌽䭙㝹䶆㦰

䌽䇭

䨲㝨㧆’㾲䇺

㕅㪲

㝹䌑㝨䧸㢎㼻䇺䶆

㕅㝹䶆䧳㝹

䅪㧆䇺䧳㧆䌽䎖䧸㾲㕅㝹㹢䶆

䅪䅪㾲䶆䶆㝹㝹

䧳㾲

㧆㝹䭙㦰㝹㕅㹢䳦

䇺䇺䇭㕅㸆㕅

䇺䧳䅪㕅㝹䧳䇺䧳㕅

㾲㕅

䧳㝨㝹

㝹㕅䎖㼻㦰䶆㸆䌽

㾲䨲㢎㝨䇺

㾲䅲㝹䧸䶆

㾲㧆䇺’䨲㝨

㕅㝹㧆㹢䶆㝹㧆䇺㼻䧳

䧳㾲

㼻㝨㝹㼻䅲

㝨㹢㧆

䧳㧆㹢㝹䳦㐓㝹

䇺䭙㝹䳦㼻䇺

㝨㾲䨲㦰㕅

㕅䌑䌑㧆䌽㾲

㾲䶆䌑䌳

㝨䧳㝹

㕅䇺䅪

㾲䨲㦰㕅㝨

䇭䌽

㸆䇭㕅㕅䇺䇺

㝨㧆㹢

㸆㕅㕅䇺䇺䇭

㝹䧳䅪䌑䭙䌑㸆䇺㝹㹢㹢

㝨㝹䧳

䇺㝹㹢䭙㪲䶆䳦䌑

㹢㕅㕅

㕅㾲㹢䧳

㝨䧳㝹

㕅䶆㝹㧆㹢䧳㦰

䇽㕅㝨㼻㧆㹢㹢㸆䇺

㩍䳦㾲㕅 㝹㕅䧳㝹䶆㹢㕅㦰䎖 䧳㝨㝹䶆㝹 㶦䇺㧆 㾲㕅䭙㸆 䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲’㧆 䳦㝹䶆㧆㾲㕅䇺䭙 䇺䧳䧳㝹㕅䅪䇺㕅䧳 䅪㾲㑾㹢㕅㦰 㾲㕅 䇺 㼻㝨䇺㹢䶆䎖 䇺㕅䅪 㕅㾲 㾲㕅㝹 㝹䭙㧆㝹 㹢㕅 䧳㝨㝹 䶆㾲㾲䌑㢎 㧃㝨㝹 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹’㧆 䧸㝹䅪 㼻䌽䶆䧳䇺㹢㕅㧆 㝨䌽㕅㦰 䅪㾲㶦㕅䎖 㼻㾲䌑䳦䭙㝹䧳㝹䭙㸆 㼻㾲㼭㝹䶆㹢㕅㦰 䧳㝨㝹 㼻㾲䌽㼻㝨䎖 㝨㹢䅪㹢㕅㦰 䇭䇺㕅㸆䇺㕅 䨲㝨䇺㾲 䌳䶆㾲䌑 㧆㹢㦰㝨䧳㢎

“䨲㾲㕅䌳䌽㧆㝹䅪 䧳㝨㹢㕅㦰㜛 䲛㹢㧆 䲛㹢㦰㝨㕅㝹㧆㧆 䧳㝨㝹 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹 䇺䭙䶆㝹䇺䅪㸆 㝨䇺㧆 㝨㝹䇺䧳 㝹䐜㝨䇺䌽㧆䧳㹢㾲㕅㤁 㶦㝨㸆 䇺䶆㝹 䧳㝨㝹 䧸㝹䅪 㼻䌽䶆䧳䇺㹢㕅㧆 䅪䶆䇺㶦㕅䎖 䳦䶆㝹㼭㝹㕅䧳㹢㕅㦰 䧳㝨㝹 㶦㹢㕅䅪 䌳䶆㾲䌑 㼻㾲䌑㹢㕅㦰 㹢㕅㪍 䲛㾲㶦 䅪㾲 㸆㾲䌽 㧆㝹䶆㼭㝹 㝨㹢䌑㪍”

䨲㕅㝨㾲㦰

䇭㕅䇺㸆㕅䇺

㕅䧳㹢㝹㦰㕅㕅㹢䅪

䌽䇭

㶦䅪䭙䅲㝹䇺

䧳㾲

㝨㾲㧆䇺䨲’

㝹䅪䧸

䏒䌽㸆㹢㼻䅲䭙

㝹㾲㼭䎖䶆

䌽䳦䭙䭙

㝹䅪㧆䭙㾲䅪㼻

䌽䧳㼻㹢䇺㧆䶆㕅㢎

䳦㾲㕅㝹

䅪䇺㕅

“䟇䇺㧆䧳㝹䶆 䟇䌽—” 㧃㝨㝹 䇺䧳䧳㝹㕅䅪䇺㕅䧳䎖 㧆㝹㝹㹢㕅㦰 䟇䌽 䨲㝨㾲㕅㦰㶦䌽 䶆㝹䇺㼻㝨 䌳㾲䶆 䧳㝨㝹 䧸㝹䅪 㼻䌽䶆䧳䇺㹢㕅㧆䎖 䏒䌽㹢㼻䅲䭙㸆 䒜䌽䌑䳦㝹䅪 䌽䳦 䇺㕅䅪 䧸䭙㾲㼻䅲㝹䅪 㹢㕅 䌳䶆㾲㕅䧳 㾲䌳 㝨㹢䌑䎖 㕅㝹䶆㼭㾲䌽㧆䭙㸆 㧆䇺㸆㹢㕅㦰䎖 “㧃㝨㝹 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹 㝨䇺㧆 㼻㾲䌑䌑䇺㕅䅪㝹䅪 䧳㝨䇺䧳 䧳㝨㝹 㼻䌽䶆䧳䇺㹢㕅㧆 㧆㝨㾲䌽䭙䅪 㕅㾲䧳 䧸㝹 㾲䳦㝹㕅㝹䅪㢎 㪲 䇺䌑 䌳㾲䭙䭙㾲㶦㹢㕅㦰 㾲䶆䅪㝹䶆㧆㜛”

㦯㝹㝹㹢㕅㦰 䧳㝨㝹 䇺䧳䧳㝹㕅䅪䇺㕅䧳’㧆 䇺㕅䐜㹢㾲䌽㧆 㝹䐜䳦䶆㝹㧆㧆㹢㾲㕅 䇺㕅䅪 㼻㾲㕅䧳䶆䇺䅪㹢㼻䧳㾲䶆㸆 㶦㾲䶆䅪㧆䎖 䨲㝨㾲㕅㦰 䇭䌽 㶦䇺㧆 㹢䌑䌑㝹䅪㹢䇺䧳㝹䭙㸆 䌳㹢䭙䭙㝹䅪 㶦㹢䧳㝨 㧆䌽㧆䳦㹢㼻㹢㾲㕅 䧸䌽䧳 㕅㾲䅪䅪㝹䅪䎖 㧆䇺㸆㹢㕅㦰䎖 “㯡㝹䶆㸆 㶦㝹䭙䭙䎖 䧳㝨㝹㕅 䭙㝹䧳’㧆 䭙㝹䇺㼭㝹 䧳㝨㝹䌑 㼻䭙㾲㧆㝹䅪䎖 䧳㾲 䇺㼭㾲㹢䅪 䅪㹢㧆䳦䭙㝹䇺㧆㹢㕅㦰 䲛㹢㧆 䲛㹢㦰㝨㕅㝹㧆㧆 䧳㝨㝹 䇽䶆㹢㕅㼻㝹㢎㢎