Mr. Kesma's eyes followed Du Lin's words and looked at his eldest son, with a hint of confusion and worry in his eyes. To be honest, he felt that Dulin's career in Turnel City was very dangerous. Otherwise, there would be no need for him to send two pistols back to his family for self-defense at this time. This meant that the enemy might cross Dulin and attack Mr. Kesma. Take action with his family.
Mr. Kesma can read, but he has not received any higher education, but his life experience and experience over the years have taught him one thing, that is, when you plan to punch someone, others may also be thinking about whether to punch you. One punch.
He hopes that his children can grow up safely, normally and healthily, and then form a family that may not be harmonious or perfect, but absolutely plain and warm, give birth to one or two or many children, and live an ordinary but happy life. , even if the life is not rich.
Du Lin was destroying his wish, but he also knew that calling timeout at this time was tantamount to placing his head under the guillotine, waiting for the last second to arrive. Mr. Kesma is a very good farmer and a pretty good hunter. He knows that while the hunter is still a hunter, the prey is still the prey. But if the hunter loses his identity and the heart to hunt, the hunter will become the prey, and the prey will become the hunter.
This is a road that never pauses and can never be turned back. Either act like an excellent hunter and become even better, killing all the predators nearby, or change the role and be hunted by more hunters. Get out of danger as much as possible.
Mr. Kesma is a rigid person, a stubborn person, and a person with a "dictatorship" spirit, so he is destined to become a failed hunter in the mouth of his prey, and he is unwilling to become a stupid prey in the hands of hunters.
"Have you hurt anyone's family?", Mr. Kesma asked.
Du Lin wanted to lie and wanted to say no, but Mr. Kesma's rigid education still had a great impact on him. He hesitated and nodded, "Yes, father, I once hurt a guy's wife." , skinned her and impaled her on a pole, and sent a family who had deceived me and caused me great trouble to hell.”
Mr. Kesma did not fly into a rage as Dulin imagined, nor did he get angry because of it. At this time, he made Dulin feel like a wise old man, quiet and peaceful.
"I don't see any remorse on your face, nor do I see any fear on your face. Is the woman you skinned a Guart?" Dulin nodded, and Mr. Kesma actually showed a faint expression. With an almost indistinguishable smile, "If you are a Guarte, then I will not blame you, because everyone who betrays the blood of King Audrero must pay the price for their actions and must be judged. "
"Did the family that deceived you cause you a lot of losses or get you into any trouble? Are they from Guart?" Dulin nodded first, then shook his head, Kosma But the husband understood quickly. He patted Mason on the shoulder and said, "Go and clean up. Get out of town with this bastard tomorrow!"
Dulin was really surprised that Mr. Kesma could interpret and understand the information he needed with his unique wisdom and method. At the same time, he could also feel that Mr. Kesma had deep feelings for him, Mason, and the entire family. A deep sense of responsibility and love, something he had never felt before.
Mr. Kesma agreed to let Mason leave here and go to Turnel with Dulin. It was not because Dulin was now rich and could let his eldest son eat well and drink spicy food. It was because Dulin was facing danger and he needed someone who could help him in the fight. The people behind him who help him so that he can charge forward with all his heart. This person can't be a stranger, a friend, or a close brother. He can only be a relative who is connected to each other by blood and can completely trust each other.
At the same time, this is also protecting Mason himself and every member of the Kosma family.
Mr. Kesma is a farmer, but he has his own understanding and wisdom. He knows that only if Dulin continues to become stronger can their family gain real security. Instead of hoping that others will put down the butcher's knife, it's better to send them all to hell before they raise the knife!
After squeezing Mason's neck, Mr. Kesma suddenly felt tired. He shook his hand and drove the two bastards out of his "palace." Looking at the small wooden box on the bed, he simply packed it up, and then placed the small wooden box containing the pistol in his secret treasure house, the "treasure house" that everyone knew!
The atmosphere of the dinner was a bit strange. Under Mr. Kesma's expressionless and majestic cold face, he suppressed the turbulent and intense emotions. The children already know that Mason will go to the metropolis with Dulin tomorrow, which makes the children who have never left the town in their lives feel an unprecedented temptation.
No one does not long for freedom, no one does not yearn for freedom, especially when those around you have already obtained freedom first!
The children communicated constantly through their eyes and kicked around under the table. Mrs. Kesma glared at Mr. Kesma complainingly, and the latter pretended not to notice.
After a long wait, the family reunited, but all the atmosphere was ruined by Mr. Kesma's expressionless face.
That's enough!
Dinner was very simple, and the ingredients all came from the farm and a small pasture with only two cows, four sheep, a dozen geese, and twenty or thirty chickens... I almost forgot that there was one that was too old to run away and could only The old dog watching his offspring running on the grassland, and his "family"!
As we ate a dinner that was so familiar that we began to miss it, and talked about anecdotes about the city, the atmosphere finally began to heat up. In the eyes of the brothers and sisters with envy and anticipation, the sumptuous dinner came to an end.
After Mrs. Kesma cleared the table, she left the restaurant with the children. She vaguely felt that the father and son Dulin and Mr. Kesma had something to say.
The solidified atmosphere was as if the air had become tangible, making it impossible to move. It lasted for a while before Du Lin pursed his lips and took out the money from his pocket.
In addition to the one thousand yuan given to Mr. Kesma before, there are five thousand yuan here, all in fifty-yuan notes, a total of one hundred.
"What's the use of this money?" Mr. Kesma didn't pick it up or put it away directly. Instead, he asked such a question.
Du Lin nodded, "I need to ask you to do me a small favor!"
I originally wanted to update more, but I just received a notification that I have a social event in the evening.
(End of chapter)