Rebirth of India: Superior

ps: Don’t read this chapter while you’re eating, this is the first time I’ve posted a ps at the beginning of a chapter, so it must make sense!

Shakru felt that this request was understandable. Because Harik was going to the United States in the future, it was impossible to take all the servants away, so it was only natural for him to ask his new master to take care of the servants who used to serve him. But just when he was about to agree, Sirim took a step forward and whispered: "Harrick, tell me honestly, which of these maids have you touched?"

Harrick replied unhappily: "Of course the ones left behind have not been touched. How could I do something so rude? ▲∴"

Sirim breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That's good, then these servants can stay, but they must pass the test of my friends. If my friends are not satisfied, they will still be kicked out and become untouchables."

"As a servant, if you don't serve your master well, you will of course be punished." Harik said in agreement, and then introduced a neatly dressed middle-aged man next to him to Shakru: "Mr. Pandit, This is Vaida, the housekeeper at home. If you need anything from now on, just contact him directly. Vaida, you must serve Mr. Pandit well from now on, do you hear me?"

Vajda respectfully said to Shakru: "Dear Mr. Pandit, I will definitely obey all your orders in the future."

The next day, Harik invited Mr. Boman, the landowner of the next village, and Mr. Sreem, who accompanied Shaklu, to co-witness, signed the village transfer agreement, and applied for the village chief's appointment at the temple at the entrance of the village. handover, and then went to the bank in Ruiga Town to handle the transfer of funds. At this time, Shaklu truly became the actual controller of Bondali Village.

On the third day, Sreem helped Shaklu sort out the affairs of the village and then left Bundbari Village with the original landowner Harik. After seeing them off, Shaklu felt bored and called himself Butler: "Wajda, take me to the village. I want to see how my villagers are living."

Vaida replied hesitantly: "Master, the residences of those lower-class people are very dirty and messy. You'd better not go there, so as not to dirty your clothes and shoes."

Shakru looked at the jeans and sneakers he was wearing and wondered what they were afraid of getting dirty, so he said, "It's okay, these clothes are not afraid of getting dirty."

"Well, okay then, just wait a moment, I'll go back and ask the valets to carry you."

Shakru quickly stopped him and said, "No, no, we can just walk there." Although I rode a human mule at Sanyi's place last time, and it was indeed very comfortable, Shakru always found it difficult to accept this. He was a "transportation vehicle". He was a guest at the beginning, so it was not convenient for him to refuse. But now that he has the final say in everything here, he doesn't want to suffer this torture anymore.

Seeing Shakru's insistence, Vajda had no choice but to agree: "Then I will lead the way. Master, please walk slowly." Then he carefully said to Kabaeva and Sharapova: "Two ladies. "The people in the village have never seen the world. If there is any fuss or impoliteness, please forgive me!"

Since Bundbari is far away from big cities, many villagers have never seen foreigners, so they are naturally surprised by blond Soviet beauties like Kabaeva and Sharapova. However, because their skin color is white, they are more in line with India. There is a general rule that "the lighter the skin color, the higher the caste" (actually this is not entirely true, there are also people in the upper castes who are particularly dark, but it is generally like this), so except for some children, other villagers treat them respectfully .

As soon as he walked into the villagers' gathering place, the smell of cow dung hit his nostrils, and the roads inside seemed to have turned into drainage ditches, so they were extremely muddy. At this time, Shakru regretted it. If he had known better, he would have let him go. The manservant came to carry him, but now he could only move forward bravely.

The roofs of the houses here are very interesting. They are not the common herringbone, flat roof or one-sided slope, but the four-sided conical thatched house with a unique Indian style, giving people a primitive feeling, surrounded by dry weather. The walls are built with fortifications, leaving doors and windows, and a few wooden sticks are inserted to form windows. The good conditions are equipped with wooden doors, and the poor conditions do not even have a door.

Because it was the time to work during the day, there were very few people in the house. There were only a few children and the occasional woman washing clothes and playing around the pond. Although there are ponds in front of and behind the house, the water conditions are very good at first glance, but for now it seems that people wash clothes, vegetables, cooking utensils and even bathe cows here. It is estimated that people take baths here as well. , so the ponds are extremely dirty, some are covered with duckweeds, some turn dark, some are green, and domestic garbage squeezes the ponds, which makes people secretly worry about the health of the villagers!

So Shakru asked: "Isn't the drinking water for these villagers also in this pond?"

"In the middle of the village there is a hand-pressured well drilled by the government for free. You can see it if you walk a little further."

"Oh, that's okay. At least the drinking water is relatively safe, but this pond is too dirty. If you have time, tell them to pay attention." Then Shakru pointed to the dark wall next to him. , the smelly cake-shaped object asked: "Wajda, what is this?"

Wajda hesitated for a moment, and then replied with some embarrassment: "Master, these are cow dung."

Hearing this answer, Shakru couldn't help but take two steps back, covering his nose and asking: "Is this family crazy? Why do they want to smear cow dung on the wall?"

Vaida explained: "Because there are too few trees here and fuel is limited, the villagers usually burn cow dung as fuel. Make the cow dung into cakes and stick them on the sunny wall. After drying, they can be used as fuel. This thing is also called cow dung cake." Then he ran to the wall on the other side and picked up a stinky branch and said: "Like these families who don't have sunny walls, they hold the cow dung tightly on the branches with their hands, turn it into a cow dung string, and take it to dry."

Looking at the cow dung string that Waida handed over, Shakru felt his stomach churning, and waved his hand quickly and said: "Okay, okay, I know, you take this thing away quickly." At the same time, he felt a sense of emotion in his heart. The lives of these villagers are really too hard. Using cow dung to cook every day, can the food still be eaten? Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net