qsma empire

1: free from the bondage of fate

Doolin Kesma is the third boy in the Kesma 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 Kesma family has at least reached the Doolin generation, and the population is prosperous.
But unfortunately, Kesma is not a prominent surname with a profound background. The so-called family... is just a kind joke by the countrymen to the farmer Mr. Kesma's family. Who made him give birth to so many children?
That's right, Doolin is just a farmer's son. He needs to complete extremely heavy physical labor every day so that he can enjoy a little free time after dinner.
If there were no accidents, Doolin might have used a pack horse or two mules as a betrothal gift at the age of 20, married a man with a pockmarked face in the country where he lived, and he was not suitable for farm work. Up and down, the woman with thick hands and feet is the wife. He would then be kicked out of the house by his father and, with the help of his siblings, would build a log cabin of his own as close to home as possible, and be like his farmer's father.
During the day, try to open up wasteland as much as possible, expand the scope of cultivation, and properly take care of those crops that are not prone to problems.
At night, try to work on your wife's belly as much as possible, try to give birth to enough offspring for yourself, and reduce the burden on yourself for a period of time in the future.
Almost all farmers will spend their lives in such an ordinary life. There may be a little sparkle in their simple and ordinary life, but that sparkle is just a little unwillingness in the sun, and it can't be noticed at all.
However, this is something that only happens when there is no accident, and our story starts with a small accident in Doolin!
"My God! How could it be like this?" Madam Kersma covered her mouth and looked at her eldest and second sons in disbelief, dragging the unconscious Doolin from the carriage.
Obviously, his head was injured, and there was a dry bloodstain on his forehead. It seemed that if he hadn't stolen Mr. Kesma's wine and fell to the ground and hit a stone, then he would have gone to dig out the bird's nest again.

There isn't much entertainment in this rural place far from the city, except for the time after the lights are turned off at night. So most young people spend a little free time on drinking, gambling and peeking at girls. Of course, if possible, they will also think a little about their stomachs, such as getting some game to reward their oily stomachs.
The eldest son, Mason, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead. With a wry smile, he briefly explained the whole story. To put it simply, after finishing the work, the three of them sneaked up to the haystack to be lazy, and a stone that flew from nowhere hit Du Lin on the forehead, and he has been in a coma until now. .
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Kersma walked up to Doo Lin and gently smoothed his hair, groping Doo Lin's small face with her rough palms, "My poor Doo Lin..." she said. 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 "eldest lady", then she may not live to be thirty years old, and she will die of depression. Don't underestimate the lethality of the rednecks, the highly repetitive and heavy farm work makes them all have a not-so-friendly mouth, and far surpasses their savagery. cursing? That's just an after-dinner anecdote. Taking a family as a unit, fights over some small things that can't be put on the table are an anecdote that people relish.
Mason smirked and scratched his head, he didn't see that person.
After Mrs. Kersma scolded the trash, she asked the two brothers to move Doolin back to his creaking bed.
They didn't ask for a pastor or a doctor. It's not that they can't even get that little money, but they need to wait. If Doolin didn't wake up in a day or two, they would invite the only priest in town to come here to see Doolin, or ask the doctor who had four teeth knocked out to diagnose him.
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 absolutely necessary, I will never give out a penny!
In a coma, Du Lin 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. He woke up when something called a bullet pierced through the poor bastard.
His first words after waking up caused waves to appear in this family that had been calm for decades.
I'm going to the city!
Mr. Kesma sat on the hard wooden chair with his legs crossed. The cigarette in his hand was completely burned out. He shuddered and dropped the last piece of his butt on the ground, and raised his foot to crush it. When he raised his eyebrows again, the members of the family kept their heads bowed slightly, very serious and humble expressions.
Mr. Kesma is the real master of this family. Without him, there would be no everyone here. For the ignorant and backward countryside, Mr. Kesma's power is obviously higher than theocracy and imperial law. .
"You... want to go to the city?" Mr. Kesma tried his best not to be so aggressive. In his opinion, this is a very stupid thing at all. Can anyone in the city go there? If the country is a comfort zone, then the city is hell, a den. Every minute, every second, is a torment. In that damn place, it seems like it costs money to breathe.
No money?
Then you can only become a homeless person. If you are lucky, you may encounter charity from good-hearted people and fill your stomach. If you are unlucky, it is very likely that the traffickers will be caught and sent to the north to mine. After all, a strong young man like Doolin is the favorite type of mine owners.
In the face of Mr. Kesma's question, Doolin nodded seriously, "Yes, father, I'm going to the city. I can't spend my whole life in a place like this. Human life is extremely precious. The brilliance of life is no more comfortable than death."
"You are illiterate. After you go to the city, you are like a blind man with open eyes. You can't read street signs, newspapers, and even job briefings!"