PS: Don't read this chapter while eating, this is the first time I've posted PS at the beginning of the chapter, so it definitely makes sense!

For this request, Shakru felt that he could understand, because this Harrick was going to the United States in the future, so it was impossible to take all the servants away, so it was normal for him, the new master, to take care of the servants who originally served him, but just when he was about to agree, Slim stepped forward and whispered: "Harrick, tell me honestly, which of these maids have you touched?" ”

Harrick replied with some displeasure: "Of course, the ones who stayed have not touched them, how could I do such a rude thing." ”

Si Ruim breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, then these servants can stay, but they must be tested by my friends, and if my friends are not satisfied, they will still be thrown out as pariahs." ”

"As a servant, you must be punished for not serving your master well." Harrick said very approvingly, and then introduced a neatly dressed middle-aged man next to him to Shakru: "Mr. Pandiet, this is the housekeeper of the family, Wajda, you can just look for him directly if you have anything in the future." Wajda, you have to serve Mr. Pandit well in the future, do you hear me? ”

Wajda said respectfully to Shakru, "Venerable Mr. Pandeit, I will obey all your orders in the future. ”

The next day, Harrick invited Mr. Boman, the landlord of the next village, and Mr. Slim, who accompanied Shakru, to sign the transfer agreement of the village, and handled the handover of the village chief at the temple at the entrance of the village, and then went to the bank in Ruiga Town to transfer the money.

On the third day, after helping Shakru to sort out the affairs of the village, he left the village of Bondbari with Harek, the original landlord, and after seeing them off, Shakru got bored and called to his butler: "Wajda, take me around the village, I want to see how my villagers live." ”

Wajda replied with some hesitation, "Master, the dwellings of those inferior people are very dirty and messy, so you better not go there, lest you stain your clothes and shoes." ”

Shakru glanced at his jeans and sneakers, and said to himself, "It's okay, these clothes are not afraid of getting dirty." ”

"Well, okay then, then you wait a minute, I'll go back and call the manservants to carry you."

Shakru hurriedly stopped: "No, no, let's just walk." Although he had sat on a human mule at Sang Yi last time, and it was indeed very comfortable, Shakru always found it difficult to accept this kind of "transportation", he was a guest at the beginning, and it was inconvenient to refuse, but now that everything here is up to him, he doesn't want to suffer this torture anymore.

Seeing that Shakru was so insistent, Wajda had no choice but to agree: "Then I'll lead the way in front, master, you go slowly." Then he cautiously said to Kabaeva and Sharapova: "Two young ladies, the people in the village have not seen anything in the world, if there is any fuss or impoliteness for a while, please forgive me!" ”

Since Bondbari is far away from the big city, many villagers have never seen foreigners, so they are naturally amazed by blonde and blue-eyed Soviet beauties like Kabaeva and Sharapova, but because their skin is snow-white, it is more in line with the general law of "the lighter the skin color, the higher the caste" in India (in fact, it is not entirely true, the upper caste also has special black, but it is generally like this), so except for some children, the other villagers are respectful to them.

As soon as I walked into the gathering place of the villagers, the smell of cow dung came to my nose, and the roads inside seemed to have become drainage ditches, so it was extremely muddy.

The roofs of the houses here are very interesting, not the common herringbone, flat roofs or slopes, but the kind of thatched houses with a unique Indian style, which give people a feeling of primitive state, surrounded by dry walls, with doors and windows, and a few wooden sticks inserted into the windows, with wooden doors in good conditions, and no doors in bad conditions.

Because the day was the time of work, there were very few people in the house, only a few children and the occasional few women washing clothes and frolicking by the pond. Although there are ponds in front of the house and behind the house, at first glance the water conditions are very good, but only at present, it seems that people wash clothes, wash vegetables, wash cooking utensils and even bathe cattle are here, and it is estimated that people should also be bathing here, so the pond is extremely dirty, some are full of duckweed, some become dark, some are green, and domestic garbage squeezes the pond, so that it is inevitable to secretly worry about the health of the villagers!

So Shakru asked, "Wouldn't these villagers also have drinking water in this pond?" ”

"In the middle of the village, there is a hand-pressed well that the government has given free of charge, and you can see it a little further on."

"Oh, that's fine, at least the drinking water is relatively safe, but this pond is too dirty by them, you can tell them to pay attention when you have time." Then Shakru pointed to a black, stinking cake-like object on a nearby wall and asked, "Wajda, what is this?" ”

Wajda hesitated for a moment, then replied with some embarrassment: "Master, this is all cow dung. ”

Hearing this answer, Shakru couldn't help but take two steps back, covered his nose and asked, "Is this family crazy?" Why do you have to rub cow dung on the wall? ”

"We have so few woods and limited fuel, so the villagers usually burn cow dung for fuel," Wajda explains. Cow dung cake is made into a cake and pasted on this sunny wall, and after it is dried, it can be used as fuel, and this kind of thing is also called cow dung cake. As he spoke, he ran to the other side of the wall and brought a stinky branch and said, "People like these who don't have a sunny wall hold the cow dung on the branch with their hands, turn it into a cow dung skewer, and dry it." ”

Looking at the cow dung strings stretched out by Wajda, Shakru only felt a churning in his stomach, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I know, you quickly take this thing away." At the same time, I sighed in my heart, these villagers' lives are really too hard, and they use cow dung to cook every day, can they still eat the rice?