Cosma Empire

Dulin Kesma is the third boy in the Kesma family. In addition to his two older brothers and one older sister, he has three younger brothers and two younger sisters. It can be said that the Kesma family has a thriving population at least up to Du Lin's generation.

But it's a pity that Kesma is not a prominent surname with a deep background. The so-called family... is just a kind joke made by the country people on the farmer Mr. Kesma's family. Who made him give birth to so many children?

That's right, Du Lin is just a farmer's son, who needs to complete extremely heavy physical labor every day, so that he can enjoy a little bit of free time after dinner.

If there are no accidents, Du Lin may use a draft horse or two mules as a dowry at the age of twenty, and marry a man with pockmarked face in the countryside where he lives. Up and down, women with rough hands and feet are wives. Then he would be kicked out of the house by his father, and with the help of his brothers and sisters, he would build a log cabin of his own as close to home as possible, and then do like his farmer father.

During the day, open up wasteland and farm as much as possible, expand the scope of cultivation and take good care of those crops that are not prone to problems.

In the evening, I try to work on my wife's belly as much as possible, trying to give birth to enough offspring for myself, so as to reduce the burden on myself in the future.

Almost all farmers will spend their lives in such an ordinary way. There may be a little sparkle in their simple and ordinary life, but that sparkle is just a small unwillingness in the sun, which cannot be noticed at all.

However, this is what happens without accidents, and our story begins with a small accident in Dulin!

"My God! How could it be like this?" Madam Kesma covered her mouth and looked at her eldest son and second son in disbelief as they dragged the unconscious Du Lin out of the carriage.

Obviously, his head was injured, and there was a dry bloodstain on his forehead. It seemed that if he hadn't drunk Mr. Kesma's wine and fell to the ground and hit a rock, then he went to dig out the bird's nest again.

There are no entertainment items in this kind of rural place far away from the city, except for the time after the lights are turned off at night. So most young people spend their spare time drinking, gambling, and peeking at girls. Of course, if possible, they will also think about their stomachs a little bit, such as getting some game to reward their oily stomachs.

The eldest son, Mason, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. With a wry smile, he briefly explained the whole story. To put it simply, after finishing the work that should be done, the three of them secretly ran to the haystack to be lazy. A stone flew from nowhere and hit Du Lin's forehead, and he has been in a coma until now. .

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Kesma walked up to Du Lin and gently smoothed his hair. Her rough palms groped for Du Lin's still tight face, "My poor Du Lin...", she When he looked up again, his eyes became a little fierce, "Do you know who threw the stone?"

In the countryside, if a woman has the temperament of a "big lady", then she may not live to be thirty, and will die in depression. Don't underestimate the lethality of the country people. The highly repetitive and heavy farm work makes them all have an unfriendly mouth, and far exceeds their barbarism. Cursing? That's just an anecdote after dinner, family as a unit, and the fights caused by some small things that can't be put on the table are anecdotes that people like to talk about.

Mason scratched his head with a smirk, he didn't see that person.

After Mrs. Cosma cursed a trash, she asked the two brothers to move Durin back to his squeaky bed.

They didn't hire a pastor or a doctor. It's not that they couldn't even afford that little money, but they had to wait.

If Durin hadn't come to life after a day or two, they would invite the only pastor in the town to come and see Durin, or ask the doctor who couldn't speak well and had four teeth knocked out to make a diagnosis.

Perhaps in the eyes of city people, this is simply a kind of murder, but in the countryside, this is the most correct way.

Unless it is a last resort, I will never spend a penny!

Du Lin, who was in a coma, had a dream, a very complicated dream. In the dream, he saw all sorts of strange things and experienced a journey that he could not describe. The poor man woke up when something called a bullet pierced through it.

His first words after waking up caused waves to appear in this family that had been peaceful for decades.

I'm going to town!

Mr. Kesma sat cross-legged on a hard wooden chair, and the cigarette in his hand was completely burned. He shivered and dropped the last piece of his buttocks on the ground, lifting his feet and crushing them. When he raised his eyebrows again, the members of the family kept their heads slightly lowered, with very serious and humble expressions.

Mr. Kesma is the real master of this family. Without him, everyone here would not be here. For the ignorant and backward countryside, Mr. Kesma’s power is obviously higher than theocratic law and imperial law. .

"You...want to go to the city?" Mr. Kesma tried not to be aggressive in his tone. In his opinion, this was a very stupid thing. Can anyone in the city go? If the countryside is a place of comfort, then the city is hell, a den of demons. Every minute, every second is a torment. In that damn place, it seems like breathing costs money.

No money?

Then you can only become a homeless man. If you are lucky, you may encounter charity from well-meaning people to fill your stomach. If you are unlucky, it is very likely that traffickers will catch them and send them to the north to mine. After all, a strong young man like Du Lin is the favorite type of those mine owners.

Facing Mr. Kesma's question, Du Lin nodded seriously, "Yes, father, I'm going to the city. I can't spend my whole life in this kind of place. Human life is extremely precious. If you can't bloom the brightest The splendor of life is no more comfortable to live than to be dead."

"You can't read. After you go to the city, you are like a blind man with your eyes open. You can't read the street signs, you can't read the newspaper, you can't even read the recruitment bulletin!"

He knew that Mr. Kesma was trying his best to stop him, but Du Lin had already made up his mind to leave the country. It is impossible for him to slowly rot and decay like a walking dead in this place. He needs to create his own life.

Just like the poor guy in the dream, even if his wife and children are separated, even if he has nothing in the end, even if he dies under a thing called a bullet in the end, he will release his own dazzling light to his heart's content.

If you are mediocre, you might as well die!

"Father, I will learn from you. I know you have your insights, but I want to get out of here and venture out. I can mend leather shoes and repair umbrellas. These are skills that I can live in the city. And I can endure hardship, father, I don’t need wages, just give me a place to live, I believe someone will be willing to hire a fool like me.” Convincing Mr. Kesma is the only way for Du Lin to leave the country.

A car passes by this place called Wild Clover Town every week, but you need money to get on the car.

In Kesma's big family, apart from Mr. Kesma's money, even Mason, the nineteen-year-old eldest son, has never touched money a few times, let alone him, the guy behind him.

"Are you sure you want to leave, leave me, your mother, and your brothers and sisters?" Mr. Kesma's tone became a little harsh, which was the most unbearable for a parent like him who grew up in the countryside It is the ignorant child who rejects his good intentions and continues to defy his will.

Du Lin was silent for a moment, stood up, and pulled off his belt. It was made of beef tendon, very strong, and covered with a thick layer of putty. He put the belt on the table, then took off his shirt and lay down on the ground.

"If you want to enforce the family law, please enforce it before I leave!", Du Lin said decisively, "Because I have made the first and most important decision in my life, I want to leave Here, go to the city."

"Even if I will be injured and die in the city, that is the path I choose. I respect and love you, you gave me life, but I hope that in my life, there will be a day when I will be in charge A future of my own! Father!"

In the end, Mr. Kesma didn't pick up the belt. He rolled two cigarettes in a row and looked at the children beside him from time to time. Although he doesn't have much culture and doesn't understand any major principles, life has given him the wisdom a human being should have. When one puppy runs out of the den, the other puppies will not want to stay in the den. Du Lin may not even realize that his thinking has changed not only himself, but also his brothers and sisters.

During the silent night, no one was interested in communicating, and they were all thinking about Du Lin's imminent departure.

Early in the morning, Mr. Kesma was already sitting at the table outside the kitchen. There was a small palm-sized box in his hand. It was something that Mr. Kesma brought back from a trip to the city. Filled with a filter-tipped cigarette, Mr. Cosma regarded it as a treasure. Later...it seemed to be the New Year of the second year. When Mr. Kesma took out the box, he found that the missing cigarette was covered with mold.

Annoyed, he exposed those cigarettes with mold in the sun, hoping to salvage some, but it turned out to be pointless to do so.

Since then, this small iron box has become a utensil for him to store important things, and he hides it in the hollow under the third wooden board under the bed.

Yes, the whole family knew where he hid things, only he thought no one else knew.

Maybe it was because he knew that today he was leaving this decadent countryside and going to the metropolis to create his own future. Du Lin didn't close his eyes all night, but he was still full of energy in the morning. He was wearing linen suspenders, and a light blue canvas jacket that was common in the countryside and washed white in some places. He cleaned himself up and was full of longing for the future.

"Father!"

Du Lin greeted, and Mr. Kesma pointed to the chair beside him and asked him to sit down. After Du Lin sat down, Mr. Kesma pushed away the cup in front of him, took the small iron box, hesitated for a moment, and handed it to Du Lin.

"There are twenty yuan in it, which is enough for you to live in the city for at least three months. After three months, you will have two ways to go, either live your life, or go back to the countryside because of hunger. ", he seemed to have a lot of emotion that he couldn't see normally, he patted Du Lin's shoulder hard, and then squeezed it tightly, making Du Lin feel a burst of pain, "Remember, you are from the Kesma family Boy, no matter whether you can be like those decent guys in the future, don't forget that you still have a way out."

"Anytime, we'll welcome you home!"

It was hard for Du Lin to imagine that his father, who was usually unsmiling, serious, and always giving people a rigid impression, could say such emotional words. His nose was inexplicably sour, and he nodded vigorously, "I understand, if I come back one day, it will definitely not be because I have nowhere to go and come back like a loser. I will let flowers cover the ground, will Let people play by the wayside, for they will welcome a king home!"

Mr. Kesma smiled, and slapped Du Lin on the back of the head, "Let's go, kid, stop playing with your lips."

The two left home without saying goodbye to their families, and walked out of the town in silence. After waiting for about half an hour, a clumsy old-fashioned passenger car with sixteen wheels slowly drove up. There are already some people in the car, but most of the seats are still empty.

Looking at the slowly stopping car, Mr. Kesma suddenly hugged the son in front of him who sometimes made him angry, and patted his back hard, as if to make himself remember something firmly , "Go, go, the chicks will always leave the nest to live alone. I can't give you a good family, but I won't stop you from soaring into the sky!"

Du Lin took a deep breath and looked at his father, who already had wrinkles on his face and his hair looked a little yellow and gray, his eyes were covered with mist. He didn't say another word, got on the bus, chose a seat by the window, and under his father's reluctant eyes, on the bumpy road, he gradually left the small town that had raised him for sixteen years.