After finishing the big thing of sniping the ruble, Shakru was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, because the current wealth is enough to meet his entrepreneurial and life needs, as long as half of the profits are left for speculation in the future financial turmoil, the rest is still to do business honestly, after all, it is more fulfilling to do business.

But before that, Shakru decided that he should take a good rest for a while and walk around, because since he crossed into this body, every day is busy with how to use the known opportunities to speculate and make money, and every day his spirit is tense, he has been in India for more than a year, not to mention other places, not even Delhi next to New Delhi, so he plans to take advantage of this free time to go out and around, otherwise he will have to be busy again in April.

The first stop in Shakro was Varanasi, also known as Benares, which is the Sanskrit name, which is a sacred place for Hinduism, Buddhism and other religions, and is considered the oldest and holiest place in India.

The reason why Shakru chose the first stop here is because the father's greatest wish before his death was to be able to scatter the ashes into the Ganges water of Varanasi, Shakru consciously occupied the body of his son, so he thought that he could do as much as possible for the father and son.

In the minds of Hindus and Buddhists, the Ganges is not only a mother river, but also a sacred waterway to heaven. It is a blessing to be able to come to Varanasi once in a lifetime, drink a sip of Ganges water, and take a bath in the Ganges, many old people feel that they are not in good health and slowly come to Varanasi, sleep by the Ganges, only want to end their lives by its body, and then scatter their ashes into the Ganges.

The flight from New Delhi to Varanasi was smooth, but after arriving in Varanasi, Shakru's good mood was not at all, and the streets in front of him were not wide. The old streets, the mottled walls, the broken stone gates, the pedestrians, bicycles, tricycles, horse-drawn carriages, and the stalls crowded the streets, the dilapidated houses and the cow dung and garbage everywhere, I really wonder if I have come to the slums.

Passing around a corner, a foul smell hits me. At first glance, someone actually urinated on the wall!! And there is only a wall around it. What is even more surprising is that this behavior is not sneaky, but open, because this wall is a urinal set up for them, but there is only a hidden door missing. Incredibly, there are also small stalls selling fruit and groceries nearby.

What's even more bizarre is that there are many animals living in the city, although there are also "sacred cows" on the streets of New Delhi, but compared to here, it is simply a model of a hygienic city, and it is difficult to tell whether this is a coexistence of humans and animals, or a mixture of humans and animals? In the crowd, goats roam around, dogs are kicked in failure to steal food from roadside stalls, chickens are burrowing under rickshaws, and monkeys are jumping off rooftops. When people walk on the road, they are either knocked down by pigs walking around, or they are stopped by the slow and logical sacred cow, and there are elephants urging them behind them.

In India, the cow seems to be quite aware of its status as a "holy cow", and its attitude seems to be very proud. Often, people either swagger down the busy road or walk into alleys that are only 1 meter wide, so that people have to retreat to their places and wait for it to pass before they can enter. A cow slowly walked into the small shop and ate the food.

It is said that there are more than 200 million head of cattle in India. Although many of them are skinny, if this number is close to the truth, the number of cattle is half that of India's population. In a previous life, someone once asked on a forum, "Is it true that no matter how hungry a person is, he cannot eat cows?" "Shakru doesn't know exactly what happened, but what he does know is that beef can be eaten in restaurants and high-end restaurants. The streets are also filled with shops selling fine leather bags and shoes. It is said that cowhide products account for a significant proportion of India's exports. That is, India breeds and slaughters quite a lot of cattle.

Since he had to go to the "Ganges Morning Bath" early the next morning, Shakru went to bed early, and even Zeta came to him for a drink, but he refused.

Early the next morning, Shakru took Zeta, uh, to be precise, Zeta took Shakru to the bank of the Ganges, because Zeta had been here before, so Shakru took her this time with a guide.

This road is actually not easy to walk, the quality of the road is secondary, mainly because there are too many beggars on the road, as soon as they come up, everyone is surrounded by a group, shouting at the top of their voices: "Uncle, reward a rupee!" "Some people have lost a finger in their outstretched hand because of leprosy, and some children are dragging their legsless bodies to crawl on the ground, in short, the scene is extremely chaotic.

Fortunately, they were all around foreign tourists, not around the obviously high-caste Shaklu, but even then, the road was too difficult to walk.

Shakru complained, "Priyi, why are there so many people coming to the Ganges today? ”

Pu Liyuan smiled bitterly: "Boss, even if there are few people today, if it is on a holy day, the number of people will be several times higher, especially on the Buddha's birthday (it is said that Shakyamuni was born on the full moon day of May), all the temples are overcrowded with free accommodation, and some people even sleep directly on the street." ”

Finally arrived at the bank of the Ganges, because it was to throw ashes, so Shakru went to rent a boat, but I didn't expect that there was trouble on the river, because there were many vendors rowing boats on the river waiting for tourists, so as to sell goods, in order to send them away, it took half a day.

After scattering the ashes according to the Hindu ritual, Shakru had the time and mood to look at the banks of the Ganges, but this time, he was not in a good mood at all, because the banks were full of dirty and dilapidated houses, not a single old house, and none of the new houses. It's all shoddy concrete houses that have been scribbled over forty or fifty years, each with large and small steps leading to the water.

Most of the houses are cheap inns, and some of the tenants come to take a bath and stay for a day or two, and some come to wait for a long time. Those who are waiting to die also have to bathe every day, so the houses and steps are crowded with all kinds of people.

PS: Writing about India, the Ganges River is an unavoidable topic, but to be honest, I really don't want to write a chapter like "Ganges Morning Bath", because from our point of view, this is really disgusting, but it is still the same sentence, writing India without writing about the Ganges, I always feel that something is missing, so please be mentally prepared for the following chapters and then read them!