Yasuko Sawaguchi definitely supports the man's decision, not to mention Indian food, that is, compared to Western food, she prefers the Chinese food that her men often eat.

I didn't get up until after 8 o'clock the next day, but this was already a relatively early morning among the rich people in India, and the princely kings almost never got up before 9 o'clock.

Today, the princes of those sons are going to have a one-day meeting, and Zhang Nan will not go to participate in this matter. Today, I deliberately got up a little early, and after breakfast, I spent time and left the hotel at half past nine.

Plan ahead and avoid the rush hour for the average Indian.

With a population of more than two million and road conditions in Ahmedabad that are not as good as those in Mumbai, traffic jams during the morning rush hour are no worse than those in Mumbai.

The working hours of ordinary employees in India are between 9 and 9:30, and in places like Mumbai and New Delhi, a small number of high-income people who can be called white-collar workers need to go to the office at 10 o'clock, and the working hours are very flexible.

Choose to go out after half past nine, the traffic situation outside will be much better, otherwise it will basically be stuffed into curry paste, even if Zhang Nan goes out this time and has a police car to open the way, it will not be much better.

Sure enough, the road was in good shape, even better than when I came yesterday afternoon.

The jeep of the police department in front of him pulled the siren domineeringly, and at the intersection where there was no traffic light, the heavily armed Indian special police officer also leaned out of the window and shouted loudly in the official language here, Gujarati, to keep those jumpers away!

The proper treatment of foreign leaders' visits, the protection of a Rolls-Royce by seven or eight expensive Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicles, and the armed police in front and behind, in the tense atmosphere of Ahmedabad during this time, no stunned young man dared to drive too close.

There have been so many people who have died in violence during this time, and the Gujarat armed police now have the authority to kill rioters, and the joint authority of the New Delhi side and the state government has really few people on the streets, whether ordinary people or thugs, have the courage to challenge the nerves of the police.

These policemen who have been nervous by the vendetta between the two major ethnic groups for a year, one of them will really shoot!

The traffic was smooth, probably it was still early, and the crowd on the street that had not even seen yesterday's trouble, maybe it was too late last night in the area of the old city on the east bank of the river, and they would have just gotten up.

Zhang Nan doesn't care about any thugs, more than a dozen Indian special police officers with assault rifles are all like goods in his eyes, and they come out to play by themselves, and the people who fight the front station are not counted, and they bring 32 of the most professional armed bodyguards with them.

Whether it's a thug who eats beef, or a rioter who doesn't eat beef, it's all floating clouds.

Today, I'm going to see Gujarat's unique stepped well, and I want to see for myself how those crazy and creative ancient Indians turned the well into a glorious underground palace.

The place was not particularly far, and not long after leaving the city, the convoy soon arrived at a place called Abba Juan.

It's already a suburb, and it's not wrong to be considered rural, with farmland and simple Indian dwellings on both sides of the road, not slums, but not as rich as a relative.

Thin, black, barefoot men in torn sandals, and women in black saris and nose rings stood on the side of the road, watching this particular motorvoy pass by.

A car window separates the two worlds, and Zhang Nan is very glad that he is the person in the car.

"Yasuko, every time I go to India, I'm glad I wasn't born here. ”

Regarding Zhang Nan's words, Yasuko Sawaguchi just smiled in return, did not speak, and then turned her gaze to the car again.

The Indian countryside is still a village with relatively good conditions, which makes Yasuko Sawaguchi, who was born in Tokyo, feel terrible.

After listening to Zhang Nan's words, the same thought came to her heart: she is a woman, if she was born in this kind of place, it would be even more hopeless!

The destination is just ahead, on the side of the road in a village with relatively dense houses, behind a ruined, low, long fence is the first point of visit today, the Moon Well, built in the 10th century AD.

The area was huge, but it was just a janitor, plus a small team of security personnel who arrived early.

Seeing the arrival of the luxury convoy of police, the janitor was busy opening the fence gate, which had been around for some years, and a security guard also went up to help.

It's past ten o'clock now, but no tourists have come, Zhang Nan, who got off the bus, looked at the house where the janitor lived, and it seemed that the two small houses still played the role of a ticket office.

There are no tourists, Zhang Nan guessed that it might have something to do with the chaos of the situation in recent times. But combined with the nearby environment and the periphery of the attractions, it wouldn't be bustling even in normal times: a relatively unpopular monument that people learned from the staff in the hotel.

In the picture before, Zhang Nan saw the Moon Well, a very spectacular monument, but he really didn't expect the nearby environment and the scenic spot itself to be like this.

On the edge of the scenic spot is a backward, impoverished countryside, and people passing by look poor eggs, or even "livestock", but here is next to a city with a population of more than two million!

After walking into the somewhat desolate courtyard, there was a long and large stone pillar hall and corridor in front of him, and then Zhang Nan said to Xiang Weirong while walking: "I really don't understand what the government departments here think, such a good scenic spot is developed like this." Well, if you look at it, you can say that it hasn't been developed. ”

Xiang Weirong smiled, "It's too poor." ”

"In fact, there is money to be made by publicizing it, but most Indians like to be content with the status quo, and the efficiency and thinking of Indian government departments are old-fashioned and procrastinating, and they are notoriously rotten.

Who can blame them? I've heard that they're in trouble and they're going to put it aside."

These are the words of Kwan Xingquan.

"If such a good scenic spot is in our hometown, it can be turned into a top scenic spot casually, and residents who are a few kilometers nearby can benefit."

As soon as the stone carved foyer came out, a huge "hole" appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Oh!"

Ai Nan and Yasuko Sawaguchi let out such a sound at the same time, and in front of them was a super antique Oi that exceeded common sense.

The depth of the well can be 30 meters, like an inverted trapezoidal pyramid, and there are 14 layers from the bottom of the well that can be seen.

On one side is the temple, and before I came, I knew that the temple was originally more than ten stories high, built from the underground world to the air, and was one with the well.

However, more than 1,000 years have passed, and only a few floors have been left on the top, and the height is basically level with the well, and it looks like an underground temple.

The other three sides of the inverted pyramid-like well are steps, and the police officer who accompanied them made a cameo comment, saying that there were 3,500 of them.

The well is surrounded by a temple and a beautiful cloister on three sides, and the top floor is surrounded by a fence, which is not allowed by ordinary people, but the police have already brought the key, and carefully go down the steps with geometric figures, and there are reliefs on the walls of the well.

Cautiously reached the seventh floor, here is another fence, Zhang Nan has no interest in going further: the huge rectangular wellhead below is green, who is very dirty, and there is a faint smell of decay in the air at this depth.

Back to the surface, Zhang Nan planned to take a look at the other side of the well, just now I heard the accompanying police say that there was originally a temple with a history of more than 2,000 years on the other side of the courtyard of the well, but it was later destroyed by the infidels who ate beef, but there are still many buildings.

As a result, as soon as the cloister came out, and then out of the broken fence on the perimeter, this was the site of the temple that had long been abandoned.

Entering the abandoned temple, where the wall had collapsed a lot, after seeing the things in front of him clearly, Zhang Nan stood there for a long time without moving, and finally held back a sentence: "Brother Guan, do you remember the floor in the Wuhou Temple in Nanyang?"

"Hmm. I know what you mean, why don't you have someone tear down this wall and pull it back as an ornament?"

Guan Xingquan said with a smile, obviously joking.

The floor of Nanyang Wuhou Temple is almost all made of huge, thick Dushan jade "jade plates", exaggerated and extravagant, right?

The remains of the unguarded, centuries-old temple that is said to be 2,000 years old are just as exaggerated: the walls that have collapsed are all made of huge stone structures carved with statues, myths, and motifs carved from the original temple.

The carvings on these big "bricks" are still very exquisite, and many stones can enter the museum in Zhang Nan's eyes, let alone enter the antique market.

But the question immediately popped into my head: Is there an antiques market in India?

It seems that I have never seen it, and maybe the Indians don't play this at all, and as a result, these antiques that can be sold for a lot of money in the Western market are piled up here like a mountain and no one cares about them.

Zhang Nan could only sigh: "If those who smuggle spirits change their careers, they will instead dump these stones to the West to ensure that they will make a lot of money." ”

Shaking his head, he didn't understand the thinking of the Indians: these stones in front of him, if you choose them a little, they are slightly exquisite and well-preserved, and they can easily be sold for tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands of dollars.

Enough of seeing it, leaving the ruins, of course Zhang Nan would not be interested in these stones, and Guan Xingquan's words about moving stones were even more jokes.

(End of chapter)