Cosma Empire

"What are you doing? Get out of the way!", Mason tightly pressed the pistol on his waist with one hand, and the police cap on the top of his head with the other. He squeezed around in the turbulent crowd. He elbowed him, but he couldn't tell who it was. Never underestimate the unruliness and difficulty of the country people. The simple and honest farmers in the eyes of the nobles only exist in the bizarre paintings of the artist. The countryside is definitely not a paradise.

Finally squeezed into the middle of the crowd clutching his chest, he even lost his hat in a panic, he turned his head and stared a few times, and took his police hat back from a little girl's hand amidst the laughter of several aunts , Don’t forget to say thank you.

The people in Kesma's family are very polite, which has something to do with Mr. Kesma who is rigid and stubborn in the eyes of the children...not very stubborn anymore, but the rigidity still exists. It is said that people are social animals, and what affects a person will never be something that happens to him, but the comments and gazes from society. When people associate Mr. Cosma with the Cosma family, Mr. Cosma starts to pay attention to the matter of politeness.

It's not that he was not polite before, it's just that compared to those masked people in the city, he does seem a bit rude. Since then, the rude Mr. Kesma disappeared and was replaced by a polite Mr. Kesma. If you don’t care about the family group fights sometimes caused by that boundary stone, he did.

There will be a role model in everyone's life, you will feel that he is omnipotent, and you think that he is what you want to be in the future. In the Kesma family, Mr. Kesma holds this special position. He also influenced the rest of Cosma's family, making them polite too.

The little girl smiled with a flushed face, showing a mouthful of slightly yellowed teeth, and the pockmarks on the bridge of her nose were like the starry sky when the dark clouds cracked open—countless little stars.

Mason immediately withdrew his gaze and turned around. After putting on the police cap neatly, he patted the pistol on his waist, pushed aside the last few people, and walked into the center of the crowd.

He had suffered so much in the past two months, and it was definitely not a comfortable job to be a sheriff in a place like the countryside. The first job he put on the police badge was to find a lost cow for an aunt who was stronger than him. Here, cattle do not undertake the hard work of plowing the land. The cheapest and most common way for people to obtain fat is to find it from the fat that is not much in cattle. So cows are similar to pigs in another world, and the task is to send them to the slaughterhouse when they are strong enough and fat enough to be stabbed.

The loss of a cow is a heavy blow to a family. As the only sheriff in Clover Town, Mason can only take on this task. Finally, in a quagmire that was about to dry up, he found a cow covered in mud—its leg was broken, probably because it fell into the quagmire due to stepping on the air. Mason exhausted his strength and took two days to send the cow back to the town. Then he watched the two brothers of the aunt's family who were as strong as bears pick up the cow one by one and leave. .

After that, there were some trivial things, such as whose chicken stopped crowing for some reason, and the surrounding residents who had been taken care of by the "time teller" asked Mason to let the "rooster" who was unwilling to speak continue to speak. Another example is that someone's geese suddenly stopped laying eggs, and people started to panic like the end of the world. It seemed that the only person in the whole town who could ask for help was Mason.

Another old guy drinks all day, and every time he wakes up he's preparing for the next lethargy.

If it weren't for the bad breath accumulated in his chest, wanting to prove that he could become the great policeman he dreamed of, Mason might have given up.

Although so much time was wasted by him on these trivial matters, it is undeniable that he has indeed taken a successful step. At least some people really treat him as a sheriff,

And support him.

When he pushed through the crowd, he saw a brand new car, and he could still see his own reflection on the smooth, water-like body. He straightened his collar and straightened his crooked hat. He just walked towards the guy in the white suit with his back turned to him.

"Hi, I'm the sheriff of the town, you don't know that you are not allowed to stop here..." Mason's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, until the corners of his eyes hurt a little before turning back Come to think of it, "My God, Du Lin, how did you become like this?" At this moment, he finally had the courage to reach out and touch the car that was as smooth as the skin of the farmer's daughter at the east end of the town, " Is this your car? Are you rich?"

Just as Mason was surprised by Du Lin's change at this time, Du Lin's eyes widened when he turned around. He suddenly felt that his mind was a little messed up. When did Mr. Kesma be so enlightened that he would actually agree with Mason to be a sheriff ?

"When did it happen?" Du Lin took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Mason. Mason looked at the cigarette with filter in his hand in some surprise, hesitated and put it in the pocket of his coat. He knew that the price of this kind of cigarette with a filter tip would not be cheap, and in this rural area, sometimes the "power" brought by such a cigarette often exceeded the police badge on his chest.

Du Lin was stunned for a moment, then lit one for himself, and then slapped the unpacked cigarette box directly on Mason's chest, "Let's go back and have a look first, although I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit it, I'm a little Miss that old stubborn."

Mason hesitated for a while, and finally put his arms around Du Lin's shoulders, and patted vigorously, "Father will be happy!" As he said, he looked at those who were still watching the fun with some embarrassment, and even tried to touch the car. The guy in the shell is angry and helpless. He couldn't really do anything to these people, so they didn't care if Mason was the sheriff or not.

Du Lin patted Please's lightly pressed arm on his shoulder, and looked at the two young men.

The crowded crowd was not a burden in Du Lin's eyes. Two young men who followed him to protect him took out handfuls of ten coins from the cloth pockets on the car and threw them directly at the crowd. The farmers, aunts, and young men and women who were still crowded and desperately wanted to squeeze in to see what happened, bent their waists in the screams of surprise.

At this moment, in the center of the entire town, Du Lin was like a respected king, accepting worship from all directions!