Rebirth of India: Superior

On the morning of the third day, just as Sulan said, almost everyone in the village went to Gulagit to attend the temple fair. However, on the way, Shakru suddenly found a very interesting place, that is, there were two roads in a village on the way. This made him feel very strange, because the construction of rural roads in India is basically funded by local landlords themselves, but because the amount of funds required for road construction is too large, the roads in the countryside are very broken, and even off-road vehicles can only barely drive. The landlords are unwilling to pay for the construction of this road, so how come there are two roads of similar quality here? With this money, can't you just build a good one?

After asking, I learned that there was a female painter from the untouchables in this village. She was adopted by an Englishman when she was young. When she was older, she returned to the village to teach the locals to make some traditional handicrafts to sell for money. They requested the local landlord to allow them to use the cattle road leading to the county town (the official translation is definitely not called this. The general meaning is that only sacred cows and high castes can use this road. Low castes can also use it with permission, but untouchables are absolutely not allowed to use it.). The local landlord did not agree, but had someone build another cattle road of about 5 kilometers for them to use, so there were two roads here in a very strange way.

Chatting and laughing, we soon arrived at our destination. Today, Gulagit was as lively as a festival, with colorful flags flying everywhere on the street. Orange, green, and white are the three colors that make up the national flag. There were several more round bamboo baskets in the market, with live chickens tied in them, male, female, white, and spotted, which is not easy to see at ordinary times. The chicken vendor quickly pulled one out of the chicken cage and threw it into another chicken cage. Before the throwing action, there was a quick twist, and the poor chicken died before its last flight.

Today, all the women put on bright saris and went to the temple to worship and pray. Women in groups of three or two held hands, looking very close. Some had to go to the dye shop in front of the temple to get their makeup done. The shop was full of dazzling colors, bright purple, fluorescent red, pink and yellow. Women found the colors they liked and put them on their foreheads. Because there were so many people, everyone had to queue up to enter. Each person only had a few seconds of contact with the gods, but when they came out, they were radiant, as if they had spent ten thousand years with the gods.

At noon, two rows of dining tables in front of the temple had been laid out. Food was placed on leaves. There were curry potatoes, fried cakes, and sweet corn, all distributed for free. A temporary platform was built next to the dining table, on which an elderly monk wearing reading glasses was talking. Because his accent was too strong, all Shakru didn't understand what he was saying, but it seemed that the locals didn't want to listen. People were more concerned about whether the corn was sweet enough and whether the cakes were sufficient.

In the evening, the main event for the men has just begun. First, the monks in the temple will hold a grand ceremony for the goddesses who will participate in the auction today. Although the ceremony is very grand and dignified, in Shakru's view, this is to give all the goddesses an opportunity to show themselves, and also to give all the buyers who want to participate in the auction an opportunity to select the goods up close. When the ceremony is over, the auction will officially begin in the back room. (It's over. I've been warned. The plot about the goddess auction is not allowed to be written in detail. All this chapter is temporarily pushed back and started again.)

Not long after returning from the temple, two distinguished guests came to Sanyi's house. In fact, they should not be called guests. They are the fiancée of Sanyi's son Akash and her parents Mr. and Mrs. Johar. According to the Chinese saying, this is the relative (QING) family. When the relative comes to visit, it is natural to entertain them well. Of course, Shakru's reception was also very grand when he came yesterday. Roasted lamb is not something that everyone can do when they come.

Akash is not very old this year, only fourteen years old, and is still in school. So although he is engaged now, he will definitely not get married in the short term. The reason why he got engaged so early is similar to that of Shakru. Because high-caste boys are scarce resources, there are many people eyeing them. Brahmins and Kshatriyas in the nearby villages with daughters all eyed little Akash. In addition, the customs in the countryside are more traditional and more anxious than those in the city. So since Akash was ten years old, Mrs. Sanyi has started looking for a fiancée for him.

On the other hand, Johar has not yet fully prepared this huge amount of dowry, and needs to accumulate for another two or three years, so the two have not officially married. Probably when they reach the legal age, everything will be almost ready. This shows how rich the dowry is. Mrs. Sanyi is most proud of her giving birth to three sons in a row, which is three China Merchants Banks. It can be foreseen that the dowry of these three daughters-in-law will be enough to support the family's needs in the future.

Since the status and identity of the Johar family were similar to that of the Sangi family, and the two families were not far from each other, they could help each other, and the dowry they gave was also the most generous, so Mr. Sangi and Mrs. Sangi were very satisfied with this in-law, so they prepared a lot for their visit.

Since there was an outsider like Shakru, Sangi first introduced the two parties, and then everyone sat down to eat and chat, but the content and direction of the conversation between men and women were completely different.

It seems that no matter where women are in the world, the most concerned topic is clothes and jewelry, so Mrs. Johar took a fancy to Mrs. Sangi's silk sari as soon as she sat down, and exclaimed: "Pasta, your silk sari is so beautiful, where did you buy it?"

Pasta said proudly: "These silks are gifts from Mr. Pandit. I think the patterns are very nice, so I made them into saris. However, this silk is too thin. It's a bit cold to wear it now."

Shakru on the side complained in his heart, how can it not be cold? Although it is almost spring all year round in India, it is winter now. It's a pity that you are not cold when wearing silk. However, Mrs. Johar obviously didn't care about this. She still stroked Sally and said enviously: "This Chinese silk is different. It's beautiful and smooth, soft and smooth. It's really good stuff."

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