Cosma Empire
Durin Ksima is the third child of the Ksima family. He has three brothers and two sisters beside two brothers and a sister. It can be said that it was one of the worst that Dulin's family was born at least for the generation.
But unfortunately, he is not of a prominent family name with a deep background. It's just a good country joke in Mr. Farmer's family. Who gave birth to so many children?
It is true that Durin was the son of a farmer, and every day he had to do a lot of manual labor to enjoy some free time after dinner.
If nothing had happened, Durin could have married, at the age of twenty, with a horse on his back or two mules, a woman with a face full of shit in the country where he lived, and a woman as rude as he was with the Agricultural work. Then his father would take him out of the house and, with the help of his brothers and sisters, build his own cabin as close as possible to the house and then, like his farmer's father.
During the day, open agriculture as much as possible, expand the reach of the crop and take good care of crops that are not really prone to problems.
At night, work as much as possible in your wife's womb, trying to give birth enough babies for you and lightening the load for a while.
Almost all the peasants would spend their lives so clear that there could be a ray of light in their simple and ordinary lives, but that glow was only a small unwillingness to be noticed under the sun.
But it was not unexpected that this happened, and our story began with a small accident of Durin!
"My God, how did this happen?" Mrs. Kessmar covered her mouth and stared in disbelief at her eldest son and second son who was dragging Durin unconscious from the carriage.
It was evident that his head was injured and that there was a stain of dried blood on his forehead. It seemed that if he had not fallen to the ground and touched a stone after drinking Mr. Kessler's wine, he would have gone to the bird's nest again.
There is no entertainment in this rural area, far from the city, except for the time after the lights go out at night. So most of the young people spend a little free time drinking, playing and watching the girls. Of course, if possible, they will think a little about their stomachs, like making a game to reward them for not having a greasy stomach.
Mason, the eldest son, rolled up his sleeve and wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead. He smiled bitterly and told the whole story simply. In short, after finishing the job, the three of them slipped into the hayloft to be lazy, a stone that had flown out of nowhere, hit Durin on the forehead, and was in a coma until now.
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Kessmar approached Durin and gently brushed her hair. His rough palms landed on Durin's small, tight face. "My poor Durin ..." When he looked again, his eyes grew fierce. "Do you know who threw the stone?"
In the country, if a woman has the temperament of "big and small ladies", then she can not live until she is 30 years old, she will end up depressed. Never underestimate the destructive power of compatriots. The great repetition of agricultural work has made them have hostile mouths and overcome their barbarity. To scold the street? It's just a post-meal anecdote, based on the family, and it's the fight over something that does not fit the table that people enjoy talking about.
Mason laughed and scratched his head. He did not see the man.
Mrs. Kessmar scolded the trash and asked the brothers to return Durin to his squeaky bed.
They did not ask for a priest or a doctor, not that they could not even get a little money, but they had to wait. If Durin had not woken up in a day or two, they would invite the only priest in town to go see him, or the doctor who had lost his teeth because of a leaky speaker.
It may be a murder in the city, but in the countryside, this is the right way to do it.
When it comes to a last resort, no money will come out!
In a coma, Durin had a dream, very complicated, in which he saw strange things and savored a trip he could not describe. When a bullet was pierced by the poor worm, he woke up.
After he woke up, the first sentence reassured the family for decades.
I go to the city!
Mr. Kosma sat cross-legged on a hardwood chair with his cigarette lit, and with a chill dropped the last piece of his cigarette on the floor and rolled it up. When he raised his eyebrows again, the members of the family kept a slightly bowed expression, serious and modest.
Mr. Kosma was the true ruler of the family, and without him, there would be no one here. For the ignorant and backward camp, Mr. Kosma clearly had more power than theocracy and imperial law.
"You ... Do you want to go to the city?" Mr. Kessmar tried to keep his tone less aggressive, which seemed silly. Can someone go to the city? If the country is a nice nest, then the city is a hell, a magical cave. Every minute, every second, is a torment. In that damn place, even breathing costs money.
Penniless?
Then you can only become a vagabond. If you are lucky, you can find the charity of your good heart and fill your stomach. If there is bad luck, it is very likely that the traffickers catch up and send them north to look. After all, a strong young man like Dulin is the favorite type of mine owner.
At Mr. Cosma's question, Dulin nodded seriously. "Yes, father, I'm going to the city, I can not spend my whole life in this place, life is so precious that if it does not shine, it's
it is not better to live than to die.
Cosma Empire
Durin Ksima is the third child of the Ksima family. He has three brothers and two sisters beside two brothers and a sister. It can be said that it was one of the worst that Dulin's family was born at least for the generation.
But unfortunately, he is not of a prominent family name with a deep background. It's just a good country joke in Mr. Farmer's family. Who gave birth to so many children?
It is true that Durin was the son of a farmer, and every day he had to do a lot of manual labor to enjoy some free time after dinner.
If nothing had happened, Durin could have married, at the age of twenty, with a horse on his back or two mules, a woman with a face full of shit in the country where he lived, and a woman as rude as he was with the Agricultural work. Then his father would take him out of the house and, with the help of his brothers and sisters, build his own cabin as close as possible to the house and then, like his farmer's father.
During the day, open agriculture as much as possible, expand the reach of the crop and take good care of crops that are not really prone to problems.
At night, work as much as possible in your wife's womb, trying to give birth enough babies for you and lightening the load for a while.
Almost all the peasants would spend their lives so clear that there could be a ray of light in their simple and ordinary lives, but that glow was only a small unwillingness to be noticed under the sun.
But it was not unexpected that this happened, and our story began with a small accident of Durin!
"My God, how did this happen?" Mrs. Kessmar covered her mouth and stared in disbelief at her eldest son and second son who was dragging Durin unconscious from the carriage.
It was evident that his head was injured and that there was a stain of dried blood on his forehead. It seemed that if he had not fallen to the ground and touched a stone after drinking Mr. Kessler's wine, he would have gone to the bird's nest again.
There is no entertainment in this rural area, far from the city, except for the time after the lights go out at night. So most of the young people spend a little free time drinking, playing and watching the girls. Of course, if possible, they will think a little about their stomachs, like making a game to reward them for not having a greasy stomach.
Mason, the eldest son, rolled up his sleeve and wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead. He smiled bitterly and told the whole story simply. In short, after finishing the job, the three of them slipped into the hayloft to be lazy, a stone that had flown out of nowhere, hit Durin on the forehead, and was in a coma until now.
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Kessmar approached Durin and gently brushed her hair. His rough palms landed on Durin's small, tight face. "My poor Durin ..." When he looked again, his eyes grew fierce. "Do you know who threw the stone?"
In the country, if a woman has the temperament of "big and small ladies", then she can not live until she is 30 years old, she will end up depressed. Never underestimate the destructive power of compatriots. The great repetition of agricultural work has made them have hostile mouths and overcome their barbarity. To scold the street? It's just a post-meal anecdote, based on the family, and it's the fight over something that does not fit the table that people enjoy talking about.
Mason laughed and scratched his head. He did not see the man.
Mrs. Kessmar scolded the trash and asked the brothers to return Durin to his squeaky bed.
They did not ask for a priest or a doctor, not that they could not even get a little money, but they had to wait. If Durin had not woken up in a day or two, they would invite the only priest in town to go see him, or the doctor who had lost his teeth because of a leaky speaker.
It may be a murder in the city, but in the countryside, this is the right way to do it.
When it comes to a last resort, no money will come out!
In a coma, Durin had a dream, very complicated, in which he saw strange things and savored a trip he could not describe. When a bullet was pierced by the poor worm, he woke up.
After he woke up, the first sentence reassured the family for decades.
I go to the city!
Mr. Kosma sat cross-legged on a hardwood chair with his cigarette lit, and with a chill dropped the last piece of his cigarette on the floor and rolled it up. When he raised his eyebrows again, the members of the family kept a slightly bowed expression, serious and modest.
Mr. Kosma was the true ruler of the family, and without him, there would be no one here. For the ignorant and backward camp, Mr. Kosma clearly had more power than theocracy and imperial law.
"You ... Do you want to go to the city?" Mr. Kessmar tried to keep his tone less aggressive, which seemed silly. Can someone go to the city? If the country is a nice nest, then the city is a hell, a magical cave. Every minute, every second, is a torment. In that damn place, even breathing costs money.
Penniless?
Then you can only become a vagabond. If you are lucky, you can find the charity of your good heart and fill your stomach. If there is bad luck, it is very likely that the traffickers catch up and send them north to look. After all, a strong young man like Dulin is the favorite type of mine owner.
At Mr. Cosma's question, Dulin nodded seriously. "Yes, father, I'm going to the city, I can not spend my whole life in this place, life is so precious that if it does not shine, it's
it is not better to live than to die.
