Chapter 11 [Killing the Chicken to Scare the Monkey]

Look, look, this is the difference between people. You are all human, but your family of nine cannot take care of two acres. And those Vaishya villagers, whose families have less than half the population of you, can actually take care of 20 acres of land so well. Now the seeds have been planted, and they will start to sprout in about a week.

Since the economic strength of the two families is quite different, but the population is inversely proportional, you have no money, so you have no people. Besides, the Vaishya villager who rented the land could not hire workers even if he had money because he lived in the closed Lagar Village. He still relied on his own strength to farm the land. Due to the inconvenient transportation, the main large-scale farming machinery in the entire Lagar Village was cattle plowing.

The richest man in the entire Lagar Village is of course Master Singh. The Bel Singh family raises more than a dozen cows in the back mountain. Four of them are dairy cows, which supply milk to the Bel Singh family, and there are also several unique Indian humped cattle breeds. This humped cattle got its name from the protruding fat storage device on its front shoulder, which looks like a hump. This kind of cattle is strong and hardworking. So when the whole Lagar village was farming, Master Belsinger rented these oxen to the villagers for free to cultivate the land because he was afraid of delaying the farming season.

In order to avoid conflicts, the use rights of oxen were changed by drawing lots, and lots were drawn every day. Every household must cultivate all the land they took the initiative to cultivate within one day, and bathe these hard-working oxen at night. Feed them some more nutritious food to preserve their state, and hand over these oxen to the next wave of users in good spirits the next morning.

These oxen are extremely strong, and the land in Lagar Village is fertile, and there is no drought or flood. A half-grown calf can cultivate more than two acres a day. The workload of those adult bulls is 10 acres a day. If they speed up a little, it is no problem to cultivate 12 acres of land every day. Although due to caste reasons, the villagers of the Vaishya caste can use oxen to cultivate the land first.

But the remaining nearly 200 households of villagers will draw lots in a fair way. In India, cattle live better than people. In order to serve these seven strong oxen, the Bel Singh family bears half of the living expenses of these oxen, and the other half of the living expenses need to be collectively funded by the 230 households of the entire Lagar Village. Each family can privately raise these oxen fat and strong with a monthly expenditure of 50 rupees.

Usually they eat and drink well, serve these oxen, and when they cultivate the land, these oxen live better than those high-caste Vaishya villagers. Take a bath every morning and evening, comb their hair when they have nothing to do, and eat a variety of high-nutrition grains, plus a few eggs as a snack when they have nothing to do with grass. Therefore, the seven oxen are in very good nutritional condition and have great strength. They are the main labor force for cultivating Lagar Village.

With the existence of these seven oxen, even if the poor families in Lagar Village are willing to work hard, they will definitely finish cultivating their own land within a day. With careful care, the harvest is not a problem, but what are these villagers doing now? What is Hassan Sarqi doing?

Let the land be barren, let me, Master Bel Singh, reduce the harvest and income, and do bad things like this. This is too lazy. It seems that I was too good to these untouchables in the past, and I forgot how much power I, Master Bel Singh of the Kshatriya caste, have. It's just right to use this Hassan as an example to kill a chicken to scare the monkey.

I don't know who dares to fool this master, so the 14-year-old white and fat little fat boy began to flash with a gleam in his eyes, and waved back with a smile. Jamal's housekeeper immediately came up with a smile like a lackey, and Bel Singh said with a smile. "Go, call all the villagers to come to me, no matter what their identities are. They must come to me within ten minutes. If there is one less person in each family, see how I deal with his group of untouchables."

The master has spoken, so what else can be said? The old housekeeper in his 60s was not very good, so the work of running track had to be done by the young people. The grandson who was learning the housekeeper's work from the old man was also Belsinger's little follower when he was in school. Little Jamal and several men with flexible legs and feet ran into the village after the housekeeper's order, shouting as they ran.

"Everyone pay attention, everyone pay attention, Master Belsinger is waiting for everyone in Hassan's field for a meeting. Everyone, whether adults or children, should gather in Hassan's field. There are only ten minutes, only ten minutes. Hurry up, you bunch of untouchables, hurry up and don't keep Master Belsinger waiting for too long."

Good guy, the quiet little mountain village was like a crater, and it exploded with a bang, no matter what you were doing. Whether you were sleeping or washing clothes, whether you were an adult, a child, or an elderly person. Even a few paralyzed old people were running into Hassan's field while being carried by their sons, daughters-in-law, or grandchildren.

From this point, we can see what kind of status Bel Singh holds in Lagar Village? This is a veritable local emperor. More than a thousand villagers unconditionally obey Bel Singh's orders. The orders of the master are like imperial decrees. No matter what you are doing, you must arrive at the designated place at the specified time.

Good fellows, men and women, walking bare-chested and bare-foot, washing their hair and bathing, and even tying their pants while running, gathered in the farmland in the valley, shouting and yelling. The people were panting after running for just a few hundred meters, and at this time, Master Persinger was sitting comfortably on the back of Luke, who was lying on the ground with his back bent, tasting the various cakes and fragrant and hot black tea brought by Butler Jamal.

At this time, Butler Jamal's behavior was so perfect, holding an old mobile phone with no signal in his hand and looking at the watch. Then his sharp eyes began to scan the villagers gathered around, to see if there were any latecomers in any household, or if there were any who had not arrived? Master Persinger said that if anyone was missing from any household, he would deal with them.

Ten minutes later, all the villagers of Lagar Village, and even the native dogs raised by the villagers, came by the dozens. Standing quietly beside the farmland, they were crouching there in awe, lowering their heads and not daring to even look at Master Belsinger's face. Everyone was thinking, very nervously, what happened to Master Belsinger? The first time he called everyone together so urgently, there must be something important to announce.

Not knowing whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, all the villagers were waiting anxiously for Master Belsinger to give orders. In a total of 9 minutes and 27 seconds, all 1,386 registered villagers in Lagar Village were present, from the confused old man over a hundred years old to the infants of several months old.