Chapter 247 [All-Out Disaster Relief III]

If they were driven to the town, the town would be a living hell. It was still okay in the mountains. If they couldn't survive, they could still dig some wild vegetables, collect wild fruits or hunt in the mountains.

But if they went to the barren land in the town, where more than 100,000 people were crowded together, what would they eat and drink? But now it was a difficult time of natural disasters and I could only take care of myself. As for the life and death of others, I had nothing to do with them. As long as they didn't cause any harm to Lagar Village, they could let their luck decide their life and death.

So Bell didn't pretend to be dead on the sofa. He sat up and smoked a cigarette, called the old housekeeper, and asked how much supplies his family had now. The final result was quite satisfactory, because the Singh family prepared the Singh Industrial Company half a year ago, and many of the villagers in Lagar worked as workers in the cement and asbestos tile factory of the Singh Enterprise Company and earned a lot of money.

They didn't have to rely on farming for a living as before, so only a small part of the grain was sold, and a large part was left at home. Although some of them were damp, they were not soaked by the river water. They could be eaten after drying. The whole family counted that they could meet the needs of the two villages within two months.

If it was a last resort, Belsinger could also slaughter some of the unsold black goats. Black goats are good things. In addition to wool, they can be eaten from head to toe. Of course, Hindus would not choose to use goat viscera in the past. But now people are starving to death. They are so hungry that their eyes are green. Not to mention goats, people are so hungry that they eat them. They still care about goat viscera.

So slaughtering a hundred or eighty goats is enough to support for a period of time. It is a blessing to be able to not starve to death when a disaster is imminent, and you can still eat enough, so I don’t know how long it can last. Hearing such a satisfactory result gave Belsinger a lot of confidence. He ordered the housekeeper to quickly organize the women in the village to make some rice balls and flatbreads, and send some to the tens of thousands of refugees outside to let them eat first.

Then all the male villagers in the two villages were gathered together, holding sticks, knives and forks in their hands, and all those who could hit people were picked up. Give each of the refugees two large cakes, and then take them to the town. If they don't leave, beat them. Beat them half to death and see if they leave.

If they are really tough, just shoot them on the spot. Just drive them away and stop threatening the safety of the two villages. As for whether they can find food in the town or government assistance, it depends on their own luck.

My master Singh is not God. It's good enough to be able to save his own people. Can I save you? The old Jamal housekeeper who received the master's order also thought this was a trick, and quickly organized the women and children in the village to make rice balls and cakes. After seeing the old housekeeper walk out, Bel Singh turned around and said to his father-in-law.

"Dad, you also heard what I said. Let the housekeeper organize all the villagers in Shah Village who can move to take weapons. Meet up with the Ragar Valley. Even if we fight, we must beat them to the town. We can't let them stay at the gates of the two villages. It's too dangerous."

Although this is a bit cruel, I can only take care of myself. Two hours later, even sitting in the living room of the castle. Belsinger could also hear the cheers coming from the entrance of the valley. It seemed that the refugees had already had hot meals, and they had finally calmed down the refugees who were red-eyed.

Tomorrow, when the Shah family had all their men, they would drive them out. In addition, his father-in-law brought his whole family to his castle for refuge. Belsinger, as a relative, of course, had to go all out and arrange for the entire Shah family to stay.

Then a grand dinner was held in the evening, so that the Shah family, who had been frightened for more than half a month, could have a good meal. At this time, the signal tower and hydroelectric power generation equipment erected by Belsinger at a huge cost finally played a role. Little Jamal, who came to Udaipur to buy supplies, finally sent back the news.

As soon as the phone was connected, there was a noisy sound from the other end. When Little Jamal saw that the phone was connected, he said to his master with a smile. "Master, I have checked into a hotel in Udaipur now. We are cut off from communication and information in the mountains. I don't know if this flood has swept the entire Rajasthan state, and the surrounding gangs can be said to be rare in a century."

"Even in a big city like Udaipur, several surrounding towns were affected by the disaster, and all the refugees from the countryside poured into the city. There are refugees with families everywhere. The government departments have organized disaster relief, but it is a drop in the bucket. Now those damn profiteers have raised the price of daily necessities by more than three times. It's unfair. Master, it's really unfair. The price of a pound of rice has reached 60 rupees."

"Although we are carrying US dollars, the price of materials is really outrageous. Master, buying all kinds of disaster relief supplies now is equivalent to putting your head in the hands of the other party to blackmail us at will. Master, should you stop buying supplies?"

Originally, according to Belsinger's idea, he planned to let Little Jarman bring 500,000 US dollars to Udaipur to buy disaster relief supplies. In addition to their own use, they can also provide relief to some disaster victims in the town. At the very least, they can gain a good reputation and earn some gratitude, making it easier for the Singer family to dominate the town of Sinjar.

But plans cannot keep up with the rapid changes. The price of rice has tripled. How much should the price of edible oil, meat and fruit rise to? Isn't it a drop in the bucket to invest this little money? What effect can be seen? Isn't this just a waste of money? So Belsinger decisively ordered.

"Don't buy food supplies first, buy some medicines, especially water purification systems, and water disinfection tablets. Tents are cheaper clothes, so that those employees' families who were destroyed by the flood can live in tents first, we can't take care of others."

Little Jamal cried and said, "Master, the tents have grown to 20,000 rupees now, and even the cheapest T-shirts have reached 100 rupees each, which is more than twice as expensive as usual."

That has to be bought, otherwise the workers in the factory will be crowded in the factory every day. Can the workers and their elderly, weak and disabled families bear it? Save people to the end and send Buddha to the west. I have promised those workers to protect the safety of their families. Do I have to break my promise? I have to buy it no matter how much money it costs.

Now I can only take care of my own people, and I can't care about the lives of others. After hearing the master's order, Jamal had to hang up the phone, and then took people to contact the Udaipur Disaster Relief Command in the name of the Sinjar Town Disaster Relief Committee.

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See if you can deduct some materials in the name of the government, the answer you get is disappointing, there is not a single tent. In the end, you can only spend a high price to buy tents, water purification equipment, disinfectant, and various cheap clothes from the market. If you can buy old clothes, buy old clothes. If you can't buy them, buy those T-shirts, cropped pants and a pair of plastic slippers, which can fully meet a person's daily needs.