Chapter 130 (9) The ♂ Hanging Man and the Emperor (Part 1)

After arriving in India by train, Joseph and his party changed the sea route, in order to prevent the enemy who had come to pursue them from taking advantage of the situation, and had already suffered a lot.

At the moment, they have arrived in one of the places in India and the country recommended by Abdel, Calcutta.

It is the capital of West Bengal in India, it is located in the Ganges Delta region of eastern India, on the east bank of the Hooghly River (a tributary of the Ganges), it is the third largest metropolitan area in India (after Mumbai and Delhi) and the fourth largest city in India, from 1772 to 1911 for 140 years, Kolkata has been the capital of British India. After India's independence in 1947, the city experienced a long period of economic stagnation due to various unfavorable factors.

However, since 2000, the economic recovery has replaced the sick decline, and the city has begun to burst back with a sense of growth. Like other large cities, Kolkata continues to struggle with urbanization issues such as poverty, pollution, and traffic congestion.

About the origin of the name Kolkata:

1. Derived from the name of a village, Kalikata, there were three villages in the area before the arrival of the British: Kalikata, Sudonuti and Khabindapur, Kalikata means the land of the goddess Kali, and there is a temple dedicated to the Hindu goddess Kali outside the village.

2. The name of the city is derived from the Kali (Bengali for canal) and Kata (Bengali for lime), because its original settlement was located on the edge of a canal and was known for burning shells and processing shell lime.

3. In 2001, the official English name of the city was changed from "Calcutta" to "Kolkata" according to the local Bengali pronunciation. However, most people and organizations still prefer to use the old place name Calcutta; In Hindi, it is Kalkatta.

"Now we can finally travel through India, but ...... I'm a little worried. Joseph stretched out a finger and scratched his cheek gently: "India gives people the impression that they eat curry all day long, and they feel sick everywhere, and I'm worried about whether I will be ruined by those cultural differences."

Abdel smiled slightly: "Hehe~ That's misunderstood information, don't worry, it's a beautiful country with simple people, I can guarantee it."

"Why do I always feel a sense of foreboding...... "Hanakyoin suddenly sensed the impending danger.

The yacht arrives in the port area of Kolkata, where the cabin door is opened by Abdel and the curry-flavored Indian adventure begins.

"Here we are, this is Calcutta, let's go." Abdel stepped out of the yacht, and the others followed her closely, and of course, the foreboding feeling that Hanakyin felt was correct.

Beep-Beep-Beep-

The crowd blocked the road, the old drivers pressed the car horn with irritation, and the horn could be heard everywhere, not only that, but also a group of skinny children and old people, salesmen, innkeepers, all surrounded by these four exotic travelers and a fellow countryman.

"Please, big brother and big sister, give us some money." This is the voice of a group of innocent-looking weak children.

"I'll help you with your luggage!" It's the voice of a homeless man who wants to earn a tip.

"No need! Let go of my hands! Polunarev snatched the luggage back from the homeless man's hand.

"Do you want a tattoo? But pretty, miss, I think you'll find a boyfriend with a tattoo! "It was the voice of a dark-skinned old man.

"Ah...... Thanks, I don't need to get tattoos, and I've got a boyfriend. Hanakyoin rejected the old man with a kind lie, saying that she had already had a boyfriend, but she had always been single.

"Do you want disinfectant? It's harmless to the body~" It's a salesman's voice.

"Do you want to stay at a hotel?" This is the innkeeper's voice.

Kolkata, India -

Today in the 20th century (the third century of the JOJO), there are 11 million people, and the streets are full of overwhelming energy, many people are homeless, some have fled here because of famine, some have been unemployed and bankrupt to beg outside, some have not found work, or there is no work to do and the labor force is overflowing.

Joseph and his entourage struggled to get rid of the "hospitality" of the masses, and on the way, Joseph did not forget to ask Abdel: "Is this really India?" How do I feel in danger! ”

"Hahahaha~ How about it, it's a magical country, this is what makes it special, don't worry too much about Miss Joseph." Abdel explained with a smile.

"As I expected...... It's amazing indeed. Hanakyoin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The figure of the five people was getting farther and farther away from the masses, those people could not find a chance to make money, they all left the port one after another, the road was much smoother, the cars were driving in an orderly manner, everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Following Abdel's footsteps, they came to a restaurant, the clerk politely took them into the store, although the decoration inside was unpretentious, but as soon as they entered, they smelled a strong smell of milk tea, which filled the lack of decoration, and the gramophone in the corner of the table played gentle and beautiful classical music, which affected their mood and appetite.

After ordering a few cups of Indian milk tea, Abdel introduced this milk tea with a smile, after all, this is her hometown, and naturally she wants to introduce local products to Joseph and them.

"Milk tea, Hindi called Chai, pronounced from Cantonese tea, according to the classification of Chinese tea, is a fermented type of black tea, different from traditional Chinese black tea is to chop the tea leaves when processing, and add milk and sugar when drinking. Milk tea itself is also divided into expensive and low: the expensive one is called Masala Chai, and the fresh buffalo milk is added with cardamom, fennel, cinnamon, cloves and pepper and other spices, which is the favorite of the princes and nobles; The only cheap ones are simple milk and tea, at most seasoned with ginger or cardamom, which is an indispensable drink for the peddlers' pawns every day. ”

"Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, the seven things that Chinese open the door, India also has similar, the biggest difference is probably that they put tea first. Most Indians don't eat breakfast until after 10 o'clock, and they can get up in the morning without washing their faces or rinsing their mouths, and a cup of milk tea is required as soon as they open their eyes. As for the many famous tea times such as morning tea, afternoon tea and evening tea, frequent and accurate people will not be wrong without a watch. ”

Having said so much, the Indian milk tea was also served, the fragrance of fennel, the slight peppery taste, Abdel took a sip slowly, the sweetness of cinnamon rinsed her senses, and she couldn't help but let out a "hmm" to indicate that it was delicious.

Tea originated in China and spread to India along the ancient Silk Road, where the earliest tea cultivation was in Assam in the northwest (that is, the Assam milk tea we often drink), and it is said that the British learned to drink tea from the local tribes, so it seems that the famous English afternoon tea is also a variant of Indian milk tea.

Today, the world's most famous tea producing area is Darjeeling, which accounts for 25% of India's total production, despite being cultivated for just over 150 years.

The best top-picked tea can fetch US$220 per kilogram in the international market, but of the 60,000 tonnes of Darjeeling tea sold worldwide every year, only 12,000 tonnes actually come from Darjeeling.

Let's change the scene, if you are a traveler who likes to trek through mountains and rivers, when you are lucky enough to meet an ascetic monk who lives in the mountains, he will first greet you with a smile, if you are lucky, he will let you go into his tea shed, have a meal or drink a cup of milk tea, if it happens to be raining here, then you are very lucky, the smoke and rain are misty, the Ganges River is flying and splashing jade, you sit in the tea shed, watch the master light the dead branches.

The freshly brewed tea is piping hot, giving you enough heat and guts, and it is dark, and there are still three kilometers to the lodging place in the Wildflower Valley, and there are only you, an ascetic, and this tea shed, and this tea hut on the mountain road.

After you landed in the Himalayas, you walked a total of 33 kilometers on this day, and the milestone in your memory is a cup of milk tea every two kilometers.

The others followed suit, and the sweetness of the flavor stimulated their taste buds, and Ragnar looked at Hanakyoin's graceful teacup posture, reminding him of another world, the vampire lady in Gensokyo, Remilia Scarlet.

(At this time, the eldest lady should be having afternoon tea.) )”

Ragnar thought about it casually for a while, and then began to savor this cup of Indian milk tea.