rebirth of cataclysm

"Hey, haha, it's really true. I thought there would be some disputes, but in the end there was nothing. It was solved peacefully. It's really strange." Seeing the other party peacefully solving the traffic accident, Hu Mingchen immediately found it interesting.

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"This is actually a very common thing here. From the side, it also shows the people's easy-going and kindness." Najib said.

Regardless of whether Hu Mingchen agreed with what Najib said or not, he could only nod his head. At least, the incident he saw with his own eyes actually happened, and in China, most people would not end it so easily.

They rode a tricycle for a while, and then at the entrance of a market, Najib flagged down the tricycle driver to stop.

"Mr. Hu, why don't we go shopping here? This is one of the big markets in the old city." Najib got off the car first and then said to Hu Mingchen.

"Okay, let's go shopping."

Hu Mingchen got off the tricycle. Although the place was very dusty and the environment seemed messy, it was indeed very lively. Various stalls and shops were very densely packed, and there were also a lot of local people coming and going. Not to mention sweating like rain and rubbing shoulders.

It's rubbish, but it can still be considered bustling.

Because of the skin color and clothing of Hu Mingchen and the others, one could easily tell that they were foreigners at a glance. Therefore, the local people had a high rate of returning to them. People traveling from north to south would always take a second look at them when they passed by.

Even, some people will point at them and make some comments.

However, the people at the bottom here hardly communicate in English, but use Hindi, so Hu Mingchen and others can't understand what they say at all.

In the past, many people thought that all people in Tianzhu spoke English. After all, English is one of their official languages. Even when communicating with the outside world, they almost only use English.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding. After actually visiting the local area, I discovered that the vast majority of the locals do not actually speak English.

Of the 1.3 billion citizens, less than 300 million can actually speak English, and less than a billion people either use Hindi or directly use other languages ​​such as Kannada, Malayalam, and Bengali.

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In other words, in Tianzhu, there is no language like our unified Mandarin, and the same is true on TV. There are TV stations in various languages. Therefore, even native people, many of them cannot understand each other's languages.

Understand the situation.

Their dialects are different from ours. Even though we have various dialects, when it comes to Mandarin, 90% of the population can understand it and use it. However, this problem does not exist locally.

Just like Li Wenjie and others these days, whenever they deal with local officials and upper-level people, they use unified English, even though that English sounds weird. But when they enter the private sector, English almost does not exist.

"&*￥#%...@#@#" While Hu Mingchen was walking around, a young man of 17 or 18 years old pushed a glass trolley to Hu Mingchen and muttered to Hu Mingchen that he had no idea what he was doing.

Don't understand the words.

In his glass cart, there are several plastic buckets with a wooden grid on top, with some colorful condiments and some plastic cups on them.

Although Hu Mingchen couldn't understand what he was talking about, judging from the shape of his car and the power it pulled, he should be selling a kind of drink.

The young man was wearing a familiar shirt with his sleeves rolled up, jeans and black slippers. His skin looked dark, and he probably hadn't changed his clothes for a few days.

"%￥&*(#￥@@" Najib stopped in front of Hu Mingchen and communicated with the vendor in a language he didn't understand.

"Mr. Hu, he is asking you if you want to drink his iced drink, which he mixed himself, priced at fifteen rupees a cup." After exchanging a few words with the hawker, Najib translated for Hu Mingchen.

If he hadn't said that he prepared it himself, then Hu Mingchen might still be a little interested, but seeing his unhygienic look, Li Wenjie just shook his head.

Although fifteen rupees is less than one dollar and a half, which is considered very cheap, Hu Mingchen still can't give it a try without trying it.

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty yet."

Najib probably also knew that Hu Mingchen would not buy a drink of unknown origin on the roadside. He just fulfilled his duties as a translator and asked.

"I heard that the water they use is directly from the Ganges River."

"Whether it is or not, it's better not to drink."

Fang Guoping and Pei Qiang discussed behind them.

After sending away the hawker, Hu Mingchen followed Najib and continued walking forward.

Hu Mingchen actually didn’t believe that the locals drank Ganges water. As the capital of a big country, it didn’t even have tap water. However, the local tap water was not 100% popular, or the water quality was not that high, making it unsuitable to directly

Drinking, Hu Mingchen still believes in this.

The locals are very bold. Every time Hu Mingchen and others take a few steps, someone will come to sell things, including snacks, useful items, handicrafts, etc.

For those snacks, Hu Mingchen only took a few glances. He would not make a move easily. But for the handicrafts, if he thought they looked good, he would buy some and take them back to give away.

"Mr. Hu, are you hungry? Should we find a place to eat, or go back to the hotel to eat?" Najib asked Hu Mingchen after looking at a stall selling various statues of gods.

They just looked at the various statues of gods, some of which were similar to those enshrined in domestic temples, and some of which were completely different.

Najib, a local, doesn't know more than two-thirds of those statues. In his words, in Tianzhu, every religion has its own god. Even if it belongs to the same religion, different people will worship different gods.

God, therefore, it is normal that he does not know him.

"It will take an hour or two to go back to the hotel from here... Let's just find a better restaurant and eat some local food." Hu Mingchen thought for a while.

In fact, Hu Mingchen just saw some roads selling rice, which is like the kind of fried rice in China, except that it is fried with a big aluminum spoon. The mouth of the bucket is not big and the belly is small.

The interior is not small, a bit like a large domestic vase, but not as slender.

What's interesting is that they use firewood to stir-fry on the roadside, which is very popular with the locals. The workers and vendors, including some passers-by, squat on the roadside to eat after buying the food.

The price is also quite cheap, a portion of chicken rice is only thirty rupees.

But if you want to squat on the roadside like a migrant worker and eat, let alone whether Hu Mingchen is not used to it, Najib himself will probably be the first to refuse.

Najib, who is considered one of the top wealthy people in the local area, would never visit these places if he had not accompanied Hu Mingchen.

In his heart, Najib hoped that Hu Mingchen would go back to the hotel to dine. He himself was not so used to the environment here.

But Hu Mingchen asked to find a local restaurant to eat, so he couldn't say anything. He just hoped to see a restaurant with good quality and good hygiene.

After walking for a while, Hu Mingchen saw a large door on the left with a very good business, and it said mutton chop rice in English.

The most important thing is that this restaurant has two floors, and the decoration is quite high-end. The diners seem to have some status, at least the ones who are too slovenly are not seen very often.

"Mr. Hu, why don't we choose this one? It looks very good, and it mainly sells mutton." Seeing Hu Mingchen looking at the store, Najib suggested.

"Okay, their fragrance spreads out and makes me really have some appetite."

In fact, since Hu Mingchen came to visit the old city, of course he wanted to experience the life of the locals. However, his experience was not to experience the lowest level, and he had no tendency to abuse himself.

"Please line up to take a number, please line up to take a number." Najib led them into the store, but at the door, they were stopped by a male waiter in a white shirt.

"So we still need to queue up?" Najib asked in surprise.

But right here, sitting on a large stove on the left hand side, a man cooking dishes saw Hu Mingchen and the three of them. He smiled and asked in broken English: "Foreigner? Are you from Japan?"

"No, we are Chinese, from China." Hu Mingchen said.

"Oh, welcome, welcome. We have never had a Chinese come to our store before. Mohira, take a few customers upstairs so they don't have to line up and let them have a taste of our food." The man smiled.

He nodded and then ordered the waiter.

Hearing that there was no need to queue, Hu Mingchen returned the favor by clasping his hands together according to the local custom.

It seems that there are benefits to being a foreigner. Many foreigners receive preferential treatment in China. Hu Mingchen did not expect that he would also receive such treatment in Tianzhu.

The locals didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Hu Mingchen and the others being able to enter the second floor without queuing, but they just looked at them more.

After entering the store, Hu Mingchen made more curious discoveries. It turned out that their stove was quite long, several meters long, and several chefs were sitting on the stove to show off their skills. Everyone's legs

They are all plated.

Not to mention, all the diners inside took off their shoes and sat at a large stall to eat. There were no spoons, let alone chopsticks, and they all used their hands.

Although what everyone eats looks different, there is almost always an aluminum dinner plate in front of them.

The environment on the second floor is better than that on the first floor, but the three sides are like a kang, which is about 1.78 meters wide. Guests can go up after taking off their shoes. Not only are there mats, but there are also pillows.

"Gentlemen, please wash your hands. You can order whatever you want to eat, and then just take a rest." They just found an empty seat, took off their shoes and climbed up in the eyes of many diners, and there was a waiter carrying a pot of water and a dish.

Bring a basin.

Najib washed his hands first, and Hu Mingchen and the others followed suit. After that, Hu Mingchen told Najib that he needed a lamb chop rice, and they would order the rest themselves.

"Hey, why don't you go to the hotel for dinner?" When Hu Mingchen was holding the not-so-clean one and didn't know where to put it, a girl came over from the side and greeted him.

Hu Mingchen was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that this girl was actually very beautiful. Although her skin was not fair, her deep eyes, small and delicate facial features, and modern hairstyle made her look like someone from Bollywood.

Beautiful actress.