Chapter 21 [Only Sell Grain and Sheep in the City]
Although the straight-line distance between Lagar Village and Sinjar Town is only 20 kilometers on the map, you can still reach the town even if you walk ten hours slower. But that was what I saw on the map. The actual situation was much more complicated. I had been pushing the cart for more than four hours. By noon, I had already climbed two mountains and had to stop to eat and drink water.
After resting for half an hour, he set off again until it got dark. After asking the housekeeper Jamal, Belsinger Lao Ye found out that he was still half way to the town. But there are only two rivers in this half of the journey, so it takes some effort. The rest of the road is pretty good. It was made by farmers walking back and forth from various villages to go to the market. It is relatively flat, so we can reach Sinjar at noon tomorrow. town.
For these Sudra farmers, they can just lie down in the wild and sleep directly on the ground without any problem when camping outside. But Mr. Singh and Mrs. Lina couldn't stand the wind and rain, so they set up a simple tent and slept on the carpet. Fortunately, it is mid-October, which is just the beginning of the dry season.
The sky is very clear, and you can see the stars and clouds in the sky. The big moon shines on the ground, and you can clearly see things more than a hundred meters away. After dinner, the young couple lay in the tent, looked at the stars in the sky, and talked about love. With his wife accompanying him along the way, Belsinger felt that this life was much easier, at least there was someone to talk to.
A few hours later, everyone except the person responsible for the night watch was lying on the ground, snoring loudly. Everyone got up at around six o'clock the next morning. After a simple breakfast, everyone pushed the grain carts forward with great energy. Because of Mr. Belsinger's constant urging, the grain planting team moved very fast and arrived at Xinjiang at about 11 o'clock in the morning. On the outskirts of Jal Town, you can see people coming and going and a lively market.
Even though Mr. Singh was sitting on the sliding pole more than 1.8 meters above the ground, the stench of sewage and garbage on the ground still penetrated his nose. These ragged Indians seemed to be ignoring the garbage. They were still talking and laughing, choosing various daily necessities. As they got closer to the center of the town, more and more sacred cows appeared on the streets. , most of these cattle are old and weak. Or they are the second-generation sacred cows that were bred after being released, and all of them are as tyrannical as the Bull Demon King in the lower realm. Both pedestrians and vehicles must walk around these cows, and they dare not sound their horns or drive away these sacred cows.
Some vendors even openly robbed the vegetables placed on their windows by these sacred cows. The vegetables were eaten by the cows and the stall owners did not dare to drive away these sacred cows. I really stood there with no tears in my eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. In addition to more cows, there were also a lot of stray dogs of all kinds. I even saw rats scurrying around people's feet in public.
As we entered the center of Sinjar town, the situation was a little better. The streets were somewhat cleaner, and we saw some asphalt roads. Or there are cement roads, but most of them are gravel roads. When vehicles pass by, it is smoky. People's living standards and clothing are like those in China in the 1980s.
It can be seen how underdeveloped the economy of such a remote town is. There are few vehicles but there are many oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages, and there are also tricycles passing through. There were no police presence on the streets, and there were no traffic police to command order, so there were traffic jams on the streets from time to time. The traffic jam is still filled with bullock carts and horse-drawn carriages. Fortunately, not far from the city center, there is a bustling commercial district in the DC area, where various shops are located next to each other, selling different items.
After passing through the bustling crowd, we came to a large grain and oil store named Anan and stopped in front of it. This grain and oil store called Anan has two floors. There are two salespeople alone. There is a constant flow of customers and the business is very prosperous. The grain and oil store has cooperated with Lagar for more than 30 years. Most of the grain produced in Agar Village is sold here at a fairly reasonable price.
As soon as the slider was put down, the fat owner of the store, wearing a traditional Indian robe, ran out of the store with a smile. He bowed to Belinger who came down first, and then said respectfully. "I really didn't expect that Mr. Singh came to the town in person today. I'm so happy. I would like to invite Mr. Singh to the most famous restaurant in town for lunch today. I hope you will appreciate it and don't refuse."
This time he came to the town after all the hard work and had a lot of things to deal with. He had no time to deal with these business matters, so Singer just smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, boss, I have something else to do and I can't attend your dinner. Let's get rid of the food first and then I have something to do. I hope it can be faster."
Is it possible? This boss named Gujita can be seen from his surname that he is an authentic Vaishya caste. The business is quite authentic, and the two parties have been cooperating for 30 years and know the ins and outs, so they know that the food produced in Lagar Village is of good quality. Therefore, the relative price is slightly higher. The price of rice per kilogram reaches 50 rupees, which is equivalent to more than four yuan in China.
The price of wheat has reached 40 rupees per kilogram, and the price of corn is relatively cheap, reaching 30 rupees per kilogram. In addition, some beans and grains are even cheaper, at around 20 rupees per kilogram. In this way, the price of refined rice per kilogram has reached about 1.5 yuan. This is the result of India having so much arable land. The price of grain remains high, and there is even the possibility of starvation in the year of disaster. Do you think it is weird?
But no matter how weird the other party is, it has nothing to do with Master Bel Singh. The higher the grain price, the better. His income will rise. After calculation, the income of 15,000 kilograms of corn reached 450,000 rupees, equivalent to 45,000 yuan.
The next 6,000 kilograms of rice earned 300,000 rupees, equivalent to 30,000 yuan. 10,000 kilograms of wheat earned 400,000 rupees, equivalent to 40,000 yuan, and some other grains and beans sold for 100,000 rupees, equivalent to 10,000 yuan. The total income from the sale of grains reached 1.25 million rupees, which is roughly 125,000 yuan in RMB. This is half a year's income, which is already good. The income is quite stable and is considered a high-income class in the local area.
As for the villagers who followed, their income is similar. The income is distributed equally among more than 200 families, and each family's income is about 5,000 rupees, which is equivalent to 500 yuan in RMB. The annual income is 10,000 rupees, which is equivalent to 1,000 yuan in RMB. On average, it is less than 200 yuan per person. Don't underestimate this annual income of 10,000 rupees, which is also an average income in Sinjar Town.
It is much higher than that of ordinary farmers, so these Shudra villagers living in Lagar Village are so nervous. The reason for fear of being driven out by Singh is that the income is not much, but it can fully meet the family's food and clothing. This is already a remarkable living standard in remote rural areas of India.