Chapter 158 [A Century-Old Dream Finally Comes True]
It was extremely hot today, and almost all the residents of Sinjar Town were alarmed. Early in the morning, the mayor of the town led the town's leaders. Sitting in the air-conditioned minibus hired by the Singh family, it came out of Sinjar town in a mighty manner, spitting fire and smoke along the way. Why do you say that? That's because the minibuses pass through dirt roads all the way.
In addition, it is now the end of the dry season, the temperature has reached over 30 degrees and the sun is shining, and it has not rained for more than 20 days. The loess road was completely destroyed by the road construction troops hired by the Singh family. When you step down, there will be a puff of smoke and a car running on it. It is conceivable that it will not spit out fire and smoke.
But no one cared. Everyone in the car seemed very excited. Everyone sat together and talked about the future development direction of Sinjar Town. This is a word on the surface, but privately these people are studying how to make money and climb up the corporate ladder? As for the life and death of ordinary people, they don't care. Traveling thousands of miles to become an official, just for food and clothing, the problem of corruption has entered into the very fabric of the Indian government, and no one can change this fact.
The bus rumbled forward here, and the entire Lagar Village on the other side was filled with adults, children, and even elderly people in their dozens of years. Everyone who could move wore their most beautiful clothes, then loaded up the truck carrying red bricks, and drove out of Lagar village bustling with gongs and drums.
Walking on the flat, beautiful, clean and tidy stone road, we trekked all the way through mountains and rivers, went uphill and crossed bridges, and then came to the starting point of Sinjar Town, the road built by the Singh family. Opposite this starting point, five kilometers away from the loess road, is Sinjar Town. Standing halfway up the mountain, you can see the smoke coming from residents of Sinjar Town and nearby villages.
At the end of the stone road is a toll station, with two houses divided into two, like two door gods guarding the entrance to the stone road. There is a ten-meter-wide driveway in the middle, with railings blocking both sides. The road protection team wearing uniform security uniforms stood vigilantly at the railings and observed the surrounding scene. They saw minibuses spitting fire and smoke in the distance. after.
Everyone became excited. After a while, the toll booth of the minibus stop was in the square in front, and the square was used for parking. After all, the stone road is only that wide, with one lane. If there is no adjustment, no one can pass when two cars meet in the middle of the stone road. Therefore, the stone road built by the Singh family is one-way open to traffic. Both sides are contacted by phone, and cars are allowed to pass on one side. Therefore, there are large parking lots on both sides of the stone road.
Belsinger was dressed in costume and had been waiting at the toll booth with his entire family, including Lina Jamal and his father-in-law. Seeing the town's senior officials headed by the mayor getting off the minibus, they greeted them with a smile.
When the two parties met, they hugged each other affectionately, laughed and talked about how courageous the Singh family was to build this stone road with their own funds. To completely connect the mountain villages that have been closed for thousands of years with the town of Sinjar. To be honest, this stone road has made great contributions to the present day and will benefit the future.
To be honest, the officials in these towns are all fat and obscene. This is all the fat obtained by plundering the people's fat. I'm afraid of heat and tiredness. After all, it's the leader who lets people get oily under the sun, so that's not the case. Even if the two sides are allies and are trying to give face to the Singh family, they can't possibly treat their leaders like this.
So a temporary pavilion was built at the toll booth, with tables and chairs inside, and a speaker in the corner playing some subtle symphonies. There was brewed black tea and various fruit snacks on the table. Everyone entered the pavilion and washed their hands first, then took off their shoes and stepped barefoot on the thick carpet. They sat on the chairs and chatted while drinking tea. Eat fruit.
Only then did the father and son of the Shah family realize how powerful their little son-in-law and brother-in-law were in Sinjar Town. From the mayor of the town to the head of the sanitation workers, everyone with an official title came. In order to maintain order, the police station in Sinjar Town actually sent 20 policemen with batons to prepare for the maintenance of order.
Not long after, I heard the sound of car horns coming from the direction of Lagar Village, and there was a lively crowd. Lagar Village was in a favorable location. The villagers were the first to arrive at the toll office on a truck carrying bricks. Then everyone came down and gathered at the toll office in a lively manner, standing in the area that had already been drawn.
Then the Singh family members took large thermos buckets and disposable water cups and distributed them to everyone. Inside the bucket is black tea and honey, which quenches thirst and is nutritious. After all, we are all our own villagers, so of course we should receive preferential treatment. As for the residents who followed the minibus that was spewing fire and smoke and made the dusty town of Sinjar come to see the excitement, they really didn't get that good treatment.
We can only wait in the parking lot to watch the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the stone road. The villagers in Sinjar Town here are drinking water or sitting on the ground chatting for a while. The sound of cars rumbled again from behind. When I looked back, I saw, my dear, there were all kinds of cars. There were even a large number of people riding bicycles. These were villagers from Shah Village and members of the father-in-law’s family.
The two villages are in-laws and have been allies for many years, and there are many people of the older generation who are good buddies to each other. Seeing the arrival of people from the old brother's village, the male villagers of Lagar Village came forward to help. The two villages merged into one, talking and laughing. Let’s talk freely about the future development direction, the road has been built, and what plans each has.
At nine o'clock, the band and salutes invited from Udaipur were ready, and a red silk ribbon had been pulled up. Some girls in fancy dresses were holding red trays with a pair of golden scissors on them. There were six girls waiting there.
The rostrum paved with red carpet had been set up, and at this time, Bel Singh came to the pergola with a smile. Seeing his ally, Mayor Kata was chatting with his father-in-law, smiling and clapping his hands, attracting everyone's attention, and then he said with a smile.
"Everyone pay attention, everyone pay attention, the ribbon-cutting ceremony will start in half an hour. Now the rostrum has been set up, Mayor Kata will take the leaders of the town, as well as my father and my brother-in-law to the rostrum, and then the mayor, my father and I will give speeches, and then we will have the ribbon-cutting ceremony."
To be honest, there are limited places on the rostrum. Only the heads of various departments in the town, the father and son of the Shah family, Bel Singh and the old butler are qualified to sit on the rostrum. In addition, there were names corresponding to seats on the rostrum, so there wouldn't be a mess.
After everyone found their seats and sat down, the host of today's ribbon-cutting ceremony, old Jamal, asked everyone to be quiet through the microphone, and then he said with great emotion. "Everyone, be quiet, now the road privately invested by the Singh family is about to be completed."
"Everyone should also know that the people in the mountains have been looking forward to this road for hundreds of years. Now it has finally been built. It feels like a dream that a century-old dream has come true in one day. I believe everyone knows what kind of price the Singh family paid to build this road. It's not easy."
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