"What are you doing? Get out of the way!" Mason pressed the pistol around his waist with one hand and the police cap on his head with the other hand, squeezing around in the surging crowd. Occasionally someone beat him with an elbow unkindly, and he couldn''t tell who it was. Never underestimate the unruly and difficult of rural people. In the eyes of aristocrats, simple and honest farmers only exist in artists'' bizarre paintings. The countryside is definitely not a paradise.

    Finally, he covered his chest and squeezed into the crowd. In his panic, he even lost his hat. He looked back and took his police hat back from a little girl''s hand in the laughter of several aunts. He didn''t forget to say thank you.

    The kosma family are very polite, which has something to do with the stereotype in the children''s eyes... It''s not very stubborn anymore, but the stereotype still exists. It is said that people are social animals. What affects a person will never happen to him, but from the discussion and eyes of the society. When people associate Mr. kesma with the kesma family, Mr. kesma began to pay attention to politeness.

    It''s not that he wasn''t polite before, but he did look a little rude compared with those masked people in the city. Since then, the rude Mr. kesma disappeared and was replaced by a polite Mr. kesma. If he didn''t care about the mixed fighting of family groups sometimes caused by that boundary stone, he did.

    Everyone will have an example in his life. You will think he is omnipotent. You think he is what you want to become in the future. In the kesma family, Mr. kesma holds this special position. He also influenced the rest of kesma''s family and made them polite.

    The little girl''s face was red and smiled, revealing a slightly yellowish tooth. The pockmarks on the bridge of her nose were like countless stars in the starry sky when dark clouds split.

    Mason immediately looked back, turned around, put on his police cap neatly, patted the pistol at his waist, pushed away the last few people and walked into the center of the crowd.

    He has suffered a lot in the past two months. Being a sheriff in a place like the countryside is definitely not a comfortable thing. The first thing he did when he wore the badge was to find a lost cow for an aunt stronger than him. Here, cattle do not undertake the hard work of farming. The cheapest and most common way for people to obtain oil is to look for it from the little fat of cattle. So cattle are similar to pigs in another world. The task is to send them to the slaughterhouse when they are strong and fat enough.

    A lost cow is a heavy blow to a family. As the only sheriff in alfalfa Town, Mason can only shoulder this task. Finally, he found a cow with mud all over it in a dry mud - its leg was broken, and it fell into the mud because it was trampled empty. Mason tried his best and took two days to send the cow back to town. Then he looked at his aunt''s two brothers as strong as a bear carrying the cow one after another and left.

    After that, there were some trivial things. For example, whose chicken didn''t know why it didn''t crow. The surrounding residents who had been taken care of by the "time report" asked Mason to let the "rooster" who didn''t want to speak continue to speak. For example, whose goose suddenly doesn''t lay eggs, as if the end of the world, makes people panic. It seems that the only person in the whole town who can help is Mason.

    Another old guy drinks all day. Every time he wakes up, he is preparing for the next coma.

    If he didn''t have a bad breath in his chest and wanted to prove that he could be a great policeman in his ideal, Mason might have given up.

    Although he wasted so much time on these trivial things, it is undeniable that he did take a successful step. At least some people treated him as a sheriff and supported him.

    When he pulled away from the crowd, he saw a brand-new car. He could also see his reflection from the smooth car body like a layer of water. He stroked his collar and put his crooked hat right. Then he went to the man with his back to him and wearing a white suit.

    "Hello, I''m the Sheriff of the town. You don''t know it''s not allowed to stop here..." Mason''s voice stopped suddenly. His eyes stared bigger and bigger until the corners of his eyes hurt a little. "My God, Turin, how did you become like this?", At this time, he finally had the courage to reach out and touch the car as smooth as the farmer''s daughter''s skin in the east of the town. "This is your car? Are you rich?"

    Just as Mason was surprised at the change of Turin at this time, Turin also widened his eyes when he turned around. He suddenly felt that he was a little confused. When did Mr. kesma agree to Mason to be a sheriff when he was so open-minded?

    "When did it happen?", Dooling took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to Mason. Mason looked at the cigarette with filter tip in his hand, hesitated and put it into his coat pocket. He knew that the price of such a cigarette with a filter would not be cheap anywhere. Sometimes in such a rural place, 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 patted the newly opened cigarette box directly on Mason''s chest. "Let''s go back and have a look first. Although I don''t want to admit it, I can''t help but admit it. I kind of miss that old stubborn."

    Mason hesitated for a moment. Finally, he put his arm around Turin''s shoulder and patted hard, "father will be happy!" he said. He looked at those guys who were still watching the excitement and even trying to touch the car shell, angry and helpless. He can''t really do anything to these people, so they don''t care if Mason is a sheriff.

    Dooling patted his arm gently on his shoulder and looked at the two young people.

    The crowded crowd was not a burden in Turin''s eyes. Two young people who followed him to protect him took out handfuls of ten coins from the cloth pocket on the car and threw them directly into the crowd. The farmers, aunts, young men and women who were still crowded and desperate to squeeze in to see what happened bent down in the screams of surprise.

    At this moment, in the center of the whole town, Turin was like a respected king, receiving worship from all directions!