After eating, we got into Xiao Jun's car and headed all the way north.

The construction site is in the mountains of northwestern India, near the border with Pakistan, called Harawa. Above it is the famous Kashmir region, which has been plagued by war and conflict all year round.

Although not as well-known as Kashmir, the Harawa Hills are also a mix of ethnic groups with a long history, famous for the ruins of a large number of cities of the Mauryan Dynasty in ancient India BC, and are considered to be one of the most representative areas of Indian culture.

It was already dawning, and we were all blown away by the exotic views of India as we traveled north.

Although Myanmar, which I have visited before, is also a poor country, in addition to poverty, the people are spiritually rich and optimistic. But India is different, and it is important to talk about this magical country.

My first impression was that the air quality in India was extremely poor, with gray and dusty skies. The streets are congested, crowded and bustling.

It stands to reason that India's industry is not well developed, and to put it bluntly, there is no industry, and there are very few industrial companies that can be named, and I don't know why air pollution is so bad.

Indians are thin, short, dark-skinned, like chocolate, and their hair is naturally curly without exception.

Almost everyone has a pair of sandals with Indian characteristics on their feet, which looks like ancient Chinese straw sandals, and we have seen this kind of sandals on airplanes, and Indian flight attendants are like this.

The road near the airport is fairly clean, but as we delve deeper into the city, the streets and traffic conditions make us feel like we're in some unknown world.

The streets are crowded with people, the roads are full of potholes, and large lumps of cow dung or piles of garbage can often be seen on the ground in front of them, which are piled up indiscriminately and there are no cleaners to clean them.

On both sides of the street are a large number of stalls, all kinds of which are densely packed, and most of the road is not very wide.

Smoke fills the air, and the hawkers are constantly shouting, which can be called noise pollution. There was a stench everywhere, and it was like we were driving in a huge garbage dump......

Transportation in India can be described in one word, and that is extremely chaotic.

The signal lights at the intersection have become decorations, the vehicles in the front and rear and left and right have inexplicably changed lanes, one by one the horns have been pressed loudly, and the children and the elderly who suddenly rushed out are even more commonplace, and they are full of dangers.

We were stuck in it, like sardines in a can, and we couldn't move for a long time, no wonder Xiao Jun said that the 400-kilometer journey would take a whole day.

Taxis here are yellow-covered on a black background and look old, old-fashioned and shabby, and are said to cost 20 rupees.

The worst part of India's traffic is at the suburban junction.

Although the number of vehicles has decreased, the large trucks loaded with ash and dirt whistle like an alarm whistle whistling by, and they seem to have no brakes or slow down, which makes people tremble.

In addition to large trucks, there are also a variety of animals crossing the road.

I could see cows, monkeys, dogs, horses, sheep, and occasionally a large flock of crows or pigeons suddenly descending in the middle of the road. The strange thing is that these animals are not afraid of people, and will even take the initiative to probe over to eat.

It is said that in Hindu teaching, all kinds of animals can become gods, such as mouse gods, cow gods, elephant gods, monkey gods, and so on, which are not only worshipped by believers, but even have their own special temples.

Because of their belief in animals, the vast majority of Indians are vegetarians, do not touch meat and do not kill.

In ancient India, slaughtering professions, such as butchers and hunters, were considered unclean untouchables and were rejected by society, and the business was passed from son to father from generation to generation. Perhaps it was this mindset that led to the birth of the caste system.

Most of the buildings in the city of Mumbai are white, but they are yellow, as if they are covered with a layer of pulp.

The mix of low-rise bungalows and small brick buildings of five or six floors made the whole city a mess, with no rules and plans, and far less organized than the township bazaars of the Celestial Empire.

The residential buildings on the edge of the city are even more terrifying, with a large number of steel bars leaking out, crumbling like unfinished buildings, but they are full of people.

It's not that Mumbai is without high-rise buildings, on the contrary, we see high-rise buildings that are extremely luxurious. Their splendor contrasts with the squalid and humble squatters of the city.

What makes people stunned is that even if it is so incongruous, there is no contradiction and opposition between the two, and there is no tension and inexplicable "harmony" of "Zhumen's wine and meat stinky road and frozen bones".

What hatred of the rich does not exist in India at all, this is the result of long-term brainwashing of class consciousness and the caste system.

All the way north, we were amazed by the sights we saw, and it was really an eye-opener.

Seeing our reaction, Xiao Jun smiled and said that this is already a better place in India, you didn't go to the Dharavi slum, it is simply a hell on earth, a garbage heap in a garbage heap.

Xiao Jun has been coming to India with Boss Qin for a month, and he knows a lot about things. He told us that India is a strange country.

First of all, India is not like a unified country, it is a federal system, but it is different from ordinary federal countries.

To put it simply, each state of India is equivalent to the province of our Celestial Empire, but the actual meaning is equivalent to a vassal state in our Spring and Autumn Period, each with its own government, and the central government of India is equivalent to the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty at that time.

Every state in India has very great privileges in the legislation and the judiciary, especially in taxation. Delivering goods from one state in India to another is taxed, as if you were entering another country.

For example, from Guangdong to the imperial capital in my country, Hunan, Hubei, Henan, and Hebei have to be crossed along the way, and you have to pay different amounts of taxes and fees every time you go to a place, can you believe it? !

This is only a pure tax and does not include tolls, parking fees, protection fees and other fees. The money earned by pulling a truckload of goods is far less than the fee to be paid, so India's logistics and transportation can be said to be almost none.

Moreover, almost every of India's 28 states and six federal territories has different languages and different pronunciations, and the units of calculation are not uniform.

The official language of India is Hindi, but it is not spoken by nearly half of the country's population, and each state and territory has its own official language.

These official terms are not dialects like our Cantonese and Wu languages, but completely different languages from writing to grammar!

Because of the language barrier, Indian banknotes are printed in twenty or thirty main languages in order to indicate the denomination.

And that's not even counting the N different languages spoken in each region, but if you add them all up, there are thousands of languages spoken throughout India!