Dulin Ksma is the third boy in the Ksma family. In addition to two older brothers and one older sister, he has three younger brothers and two younger sisters. It can be said that the Ksma family has at least reached Dulin's generation and is prosperous.

Unfortunately, Ksma is not a prominent surname with a deep background. The so-called family... is just a kind joke by the countryman to the farmer Mr. Ksma's family. Who made him give birth to so many children?

That's right, Dulin is just the son of a farmer and needs to complete extremely heavy physical labor every day to enjoy a little free time after dinner.

If nothing unexpected happens, Dulin might have used a pack horse or two mules as a betrothal gift in the country where he lives, marry a woman with pockmarked face and a woman with a similar and thick hand and thick feet to do farm work as his wife. Then he would be driven out of the house by his father, and with the help of his brothers and sisters, he would build his own small wooden house as close as possible, and then be like his farmer's father.

During the day, try to open up land and farm as much as possible, expand the scope of farming and properly take care of crops that are not prone to problems.

At night, work as much as possible on your wife's belly, strive to give birth to enough offspring for yourself and reduce the burden on yourself in the future.

Almost all farmers will spend their lives in such a dull manner. There may be a slight flash in their simple and ordinary lives, but the flash is just a small unwillingness in the sun, which cannot be noticed at all.

But this is something that only happens without any surprises, and our story begins with a small accident in Dulin!

"My God! How could it be like this?" Mrs. Ksma covered her mouth and looked at her eldest son and second son in disbelief and dragged Dulin down from the carriage.

It was obvious that his head was injured and there was a dry blood mark on the forehead. It seemed that if he hadn't drunk Mr. Ksma's wine and fell to the ground and touched the stone, he would have gone to dig the bird's nest again.

There is no entertainment in this kind of countryside far away from the city, except for the time after turning off the lights at night. Therefore, most young people spend a little free time drinking, gambling and peeking at girls. Of course, if possible, they will also think about their stomachs, such as getting some wild game to reward their stomachs without oil.

The eldest son Mason rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. He smiled bitterly and said the whole story briefly. To put it simply, after finishing the work he should have done, the three of them secretly ran to the haystack to be lazy. A stone that flew over from somewhere hit Dulin's forehead, and then he remained unconscious until now.

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

In the countryside, if a woman has the temperament of a "girl" then she may not live to be thirty years old and will die in depression. Never underestimate the lethality of the country people. The highly repetitive and heavy farm work makes them all have a not friendly mouth, and far exceed the barbaric and savage they show? That is just an interesting thing after meals. In terms of family, fighting caused by some small things that cannot be placed on the table is an interesting thing that people talk about.

Mason scratched his head with a smirk, and he didn't see the man.

After Madam Ksma scolded the trash, she asked the two brothers to move Dulin back to his squeaking bed.

They did not invite a pastor or a doctor. It was not that they could not even get the money, but that they needed to wait. If Dulin had not woken up in a day or two, they would invite the only pastor in the town to come here to see Dulin, or ask the doctor whose words were leaking and four teeth were aborted.

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

Before the last resort, you will never give out a penny!

Dulin, in a coma, had a very complicated dream. In the dream, he saw all kinds of strange things and experienced a journey that he could not describe. When something called a bullet penetrated the poor worm, he woke up.

The first sentence he said after waking up made the family that had been calm for decades turmoil.

I'm going to the city!

Mr. Kesma sat on the hard wooden chair with his legs raised. The cigarette in his hand was burning out. He shivered and threw the last small piece of butt on the ground, lifted his feet and crushed it. When he raised his eyebrows again, the members of the family maintained a slightly lowered head, very serious and humble expression.

Mr. Ksma is the real master of this family. Without him, there would be no one here. For the ignorant and backward countryside, Mr. Ksma has obviously higher power than the divine and imperial laws.

"You... want to go to the city?" Mr. Ksma tried his best to make his tone less aggressive. In his opinion, this was a very stupid thing. Can anyone go to the city? If the countryside is a comforting nest, then the city is hell and a devil's cave. Every minute and every second is a torment. In that damn place, it seems that even breathing requires money.

No money?

Then you can only become a homeless man. If you are lucky, you may encounter the alms of kind-hearted people and fill your stomach. If you are not lucky, you may be arrested by human traffickers and sent to the north to mine. After all, a strong young man like Du Lin is the favorite type of mine owners.

Faced with Mr. Kesma's inquiry, Dulin nodded seriously, "Yes, my father, I want to go to the city. I cannot stay in such a place and waste my life. Human life is extremely precious. If I cannot bloom the most brilliant light, living is not more comfortable than dying."

"You are illiterate, and after you go to the city, you are like a blind man with eyes open. You can't understand the street signs, the newspapers, and you can't even understand the recruitment briefing!"

Even though he knew that Mr. Ksma was trying his best to stop him, Dulin had already firmly determined to leave the countryside. He could not slowly rot and decay like a walking corpse in this place. He needed to create his own life.

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

If it is mediocre, it is better to die!

"I will learn from my father. I know you have your knowledge, but I want to leave here and go out for a while. I can repair leather shoes and umbrellas. These are the skills I can live in the city. And I can endure hardships, father, I don't want wages, just give me a place to live, I believe someone will be willing to hire a fool like me." Convincing Mr. Ksma was the only way for Dulin to leave the countryside.

Every week, a car passes by this place called Wild Alfalfa Town, but it takes money to get in.

In the big family of Kesma, except for Mr. Kesma, who has money, even Mason, the eldest son of nineteen, has never touched the money a few times, let alone him, the guy behind him.

"Are you sure you are leaving, leaving me, your mother, and your brothers and sisters?" Mr. Ksma's tone became a little stern. For parents like him who grew up in the countryside, the most unbearable thing is that the ignorant child refuses his kindness and constantly disobeys his will.

Du Lin was silent for a moment, stood up, and pulled his belt off. It was made of beef tendon, very strong, with a thick layer of putty wrapped around it. He placed his belt on the table, then took off his top and lay on the ground.

"If you want to implement family law, then please do it before I leave!" Dulin said firmly, "because I have made the first and most important decision in my life, I want to leave here and go to the city."

"Even if I will be injured and die in the city, that is the path I choose. I respect you and love you. You have given me life, but I hope that in my life, there will be such a day that I can personally control my own future! Father!"

In the end, Mr. Ksma did not pick up his belt. He rolled two cigarettes in a row and looked at his children around him from time to time. Although he didn't have much education and didn't understand any principles, life gave him the wisdom that humans should have. When a puppy ran out of the nest, the other puppy would not be willing to stay in the nest. Dulin himself might not realize that his ideas changed not only himself, but also his brothers and sisters.

During the silent night, no one was interested in communicating, and was considering the fact that Dulin was about to leave.

Early in the morning, Mr. Ksma was already sitting at the table outside the kitchen. He had a small box the size of a palm in his hand. It was something that Mr. Ksma brought back when he went to the city. It was once filled with a cigarette with a filter, which was regarded as a treasure by Mr. Ksma. Later... it seemed that it was the next New Year. When Mr. Ksma took out the box, he found that a cigarette missing inside was covered with mold.

He put the cigarettes with mold in the sun in annoyance, hoping to rescue some, but unfortunately it turned out that it was meaningless to do so.

Since then, this small iron box has become an instrument he used to hold important things, and he has hidden it in the hole under the third wooden board under the bed.

Yes, the whole family knows where he has hidden things, but he only thinks others don't know.

Maybe he knew that he was going to leave this countryside full of decay today and went to the metropolis to create his own future. Du Lin didn't close his eyes all night and was still full of energy in the morning. He wore a linen overalls and a light blue dress that was very common in the countryside, and was washed in some places. He cleaned himself and was full of yearning for the future.

"Father!"

Dulin greeted him, and Mr. Ksma pointed to the chair beside him and asked him to sit down. After Dulin sat down, Mr. Ksma pushed the cup in front of him away, held the small iron box, hesitated for a moment, and handed it over to Dulin.

"There are twenty dollars in it, which is at least enough for you to live in the city for three months. In three months, you will have two roads to walk, either live your own way, or go back to the countryside because of hunger." He seemed to have many unusual feelings, patted Dulin's shoulder hard, and then pinched it tightly, making Dulin feel a burst of pain, "Remember, you are a kid from the Ksma family. No matter whether you can be like those decent guys in the future, don't forget that you still have a way out."

"We will welcome you home anytime!"

It was hard for Dulin to imagine that his father, who was usually serious and serious, always gave people a stereotyped impression, could say such emotional words. His nose was a little sour and nodded vigorously, "I understand that if I come back one day, it would definitely not be because I was desperate and came back in shame like a loser. I would let flowers cover the ground and make people play on the side of the road, because they would welcome a king who would go home!"

Mr. Ksma smiled and slapped Dulin on the back of the head, "Let's go, boy, stop playing with your mouth."

The two left home without saying goodbye to their families, and walked silently outside the town. After waiting for about half an hour, an old-fashioned bus with a total of sixteen wheels slowly arrived. There were already some people on the bus, and most of them were still empty.

Looking at the slowly stopped car, Mr. Ksma suddenly hugged the son in front of him who sometimes made him angry, and patted him on the back with great force, as if he wanted to remember something, "Go, go, the birds always leave the nest and live alone. I can't give you a generous family, but it won't stop you from soaring in the sky!"
Chapter completed!