"What are you doing? Get out of the way!", Mason pressed the pistol on his waist tightly with one hand, and pressed the police hat on his head with the other hand to squeeze through the surging crowd, occasionally someone maliciously punched him with an elbow, and he couldn't tell who it was. Never underestimate the brutality and hardship of the countrymen, the simple and honest farmer in the eyes of the aristocracy only exists in the artist's bizarre paintings, and the countryside is definitely not a paradise.

Finally covered his chest and squeezed into the middle of the crowd, and even lost his hat in the panic, he looked back and glared a few times, and in the laughter of several aunts, he took his police hat back from the hands of a little girl, and did not forget to say thank you.

The people in the Kersma family are very polite, which is similar to the stereotype in the eyes of the children...... It's not very stubborn anymore, but Mr. Kersma has something to do with the stereotype. It is said that people are social animals, and what affects a person is never something that happens to him, but from the discussion and gaze of society. When people associated Mr. Kersma with the Kersma family, Mr. Kersma began to pay attention to politeness.

It's not that he wasn't polite before, but he did seem a little rude compared to the masked people in the city. After that, the rude Mr. Kersma disappeared and was replaced by a polite Mr. Kersma, who did not care about the family fights that sometimes caused by the boundary stone.

Everyone will have a role model in their life, you will feel that he is omnipotent, you feel that he is what you want to be in the future, and in the Kersma family, Mr. Kersma held this special position. He also influenced the rest of the Kersma family and made them polite as well.

The little girl smiled with a flushed face, revealing a mouthful of slightly yellowed teeth, and the pockmarks on the bridge of her nose were like the starry sky when the dark clouds cracked—countless little stars.

Mason immediately retracted his gaze and turned around, slapped the pistol on his waist after putting on his police hat, pushed away the last few people, and walked into the center of the crowd.

He had endured a lot of hardships in the past two months, and it was definitely not a comfortable thing to be a sheriff in a place like the countryside. The first job he did when he wore the badge was to recover a lost cow for an aunt who was stronger than him. Here, cattle do not do the hard work of cultivating the land, and the cheapest and most common way to obtain oil is from the small amount of fat that cattle have. So the cow is similar to the pig of the other world, and the task is to send it to the slaughterhouse when it is strong and fat enough to be stabbed.

A lost cow is also a heavy blow to a family, and as the only sheriff in Alfalfa Town, Mason can only take on this task. Eventually, in a muddy mire, he found the cow covered in mud - its leg was broken, probably because it had fallen into the mud because it had stepped on the air. It took Mason two days to get the cow back to town, and then he came to his senses as he watched his aunt's two brothers, who were as strong as bears, pick them up and leave one after the other.

After that, it was all trivial things, such as whose chicken didn't know why it didn't crow, and the surrounding residents who had been taken care of by the "time signal" asked Mason to let the "rooster" who didn't want to speak continue to speak. Another example is whose goose suddenly stops laying eggs, and it seems like the end of the world to make people panic, and the only person in the whole town who seems to be able to turn to is Mason.

The other old guy was a heavy drinker all day, and every time he woke up, he was preparing for the next lethargy.

If it weren't for the bad breath in his chest and wanting to prove that he could be the great police officer he wanted, Mason might have given up.

Despite all the time he wasted on these trivial things, it is undeniable that he did take a successful step, and at least some people really treated him as a sheriff and supported him.

When he had cleared the crowd, he saw a brand new car, and he could see his reflection in the smooth body of the car, and with a twist of his collar and his crooked hat straightened, he walked over to the guy in a white suit with his back to him.

"Hello, I'm the sheriff of the town, you don't know it's not allowed to stop ...... here", Mason's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened more and more, until finally the corners of his eyes hurt a little before he came back to his senses, "My God, Durin, how did you become like this?", he finally had the courage to reach out and touch the car that was as smooth as the skin of the farmer's daughter in the east of the town, "Is this your car?

Just as Mason was surprised by Durin's change at this time, Durin's eyes widened when he turned around, he suddenly felt that his mind was a little messy, when did Mr. Kersma be so enlightened that he would actually agree to Mason to be a sheriff?

"When?", Durin pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to Mason. Mason looked at the cigarette with the filter in his hand with some surprise, hesitated and put it in the pocket of his jacket. He knew that the price of such cigarettes with filters would not be cheap, and that in such rural places, sometimes the "power" of such a cigarette often exceeded the police badge on his chest.

Durin was stunned for a moment, then lit one for himself, and then slapped the cigarette case he had just opened directly on Mason's chest, "Let's go back and have a look first, although I don't want to admit it, but I can't help but admit it, I kind of miss that old stubborn." ”

Mason hesitated for a moment, but finally put his arm around Durin's shoulder and patted him hard, "Father will be happy!", he said that he looked at the guys who were still watching the excitement and even tried to touch the shell of the car, angry and helpless. There's no way he could really do anything to these people, so they don't care if Mason is a sheriff or not.

Durin patted the arm on his shoulder and looked at the two young men.

The crowd was not a burden in Durin's eyes, and the two young men who followed him to protect him took out handfuls of ten-point coins from the cloth pockets of the car and threw them directly into the crowd. The farmers, aunts, young men and women, who were still crowded and desperately trying to squeeze in to see what was going on, bent down at the screams of surprise.

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