Chapter 33 [Nail Household]
It was a sunny day with cool temperature. Master Belsinger sat on a soft and comfortable sedan chair. He came to the DC area comfortably with a sun umbrella, but Master Belsinger, who was sitting on the sedan chair, had a livid face and was still mumbling curses. You could hear it if you listened carefully.
"Damn it, I thought those nail households I saw in China were crazy. I didn't expect that the nail households in India would rather live than live. How come I met this group of difficult guys."
Little Jamal, who was carrying a bulging money bag on the side of the sedan chair, couldn't help laughing as he walked, and there were several three-wheeled motorcycles following behind. On the car sat the police from the Sinjar Police Department in neat uniforms. Each of them held a wooden stick more than one meter long in his hand and rushed towards the Pulor Village, which refused to demolish and move.
Two days ago, the Sinjar Town Government had allocated 100 acres of land in the DC area to Master Belsinger for permanent use. The price to be paid was 10 million rupees for the purchase of the land. When he got the land certificate for the land, Bel Singh was so happy that he got drunk. He planned to come to his own 100 acres of land the next day to plan and develop it. But he didn't expect that there was a village between the 100 acres of land, and the castes in this village were very mixed, with more than 1,000 people from Vaishya to Dalit.
Although the people in this village were very mixed, there were seven or eight Vaishyas of high caste, so they were qualified to negotiate with the Kshatriya master. You said you would talk, but you didn't expect that these seven or eight Vaishyas would form a small group and lead these villagers to rebel. Tell Bel Singh clearly that if each household has less than 300,000 rupees, don't even think about demolition.
This made Bel Singh angry. You don't even look at what the houses in the village look like. They actually asked for 300,000 rupees for demolition. Are sheds built with a few pieces of iron and wooden boards worth 300,000 rupees? Even the houses where the high-caste Vaisyas live are adobe houses made of stone and mud.
The 100,000 rupees offered by Master Bel Singh is already a great favor, but these people are still not satisfied and plan to spend a lot of money on Master Bel Singh. Let them have the capital to settle down near Sinjar Town and have the funds to do some small business. This is a nail household.
And it is a nail household with a relatively high status. Master Bel Singh originally said that he would use the plan of defeating each one in one fell swoop to eradicate this nail household village. But I didn't expect that these seven or eight high-caste Vaisyas, what was wrong with their minds? They actually gave up the demolition payment of 350,000 rupees. They refused to agree to their conditions and planned to advance and retreat with the Shudras and even Dalits in the village. Are these people crazy? If you don't take the money, why do you care about those untouchables?
A village of more than a thousand people, more than 270 households, each family received 300,000 rupees for demolition. How much money is this. Master, can I afford it? Since you are so disrespectful, don't blame me for being ruthless. Didn't you refuse to accept the conditions? Okay, I will do a forced demolition. I don't believe that you third-level Vaishyas can be stronger than me, a Kshatriya. In Sinjar Town, Mayor Kata acts as a protective umbrella. I am a local tyrant. If you come to me, I think you will die.
So after failing to reach an agreement on the demolition compensation, Master Belsinger returned to the town and communicated with Mayor Kata first. Then he found the police chief, paid a little price, and pulled more than 15 strong policemen. Today, he planned to do a forced demolition. I want to see who dares to attack the police and play rogue to the police.
After a few dozen minutes, he arrived at Pulor Village. Before entering the village, all kinds of local dogs in the village rushed out with barking and calling friends. But when they saw the police holding sticks, these local dogs were very smart. They ran back to the village with their tails between their legs after a loud bark. The barking of the dogs suddenly made the whole Pulor Village boil.
When I went out, I saw fifteen or six strong policemen lined up in a row, with Grandpa Bel Singh sitting in a bamboo sedan in front. Seeing this, even the uneducated Shudras knew the seriousness of the problem. They shouted and drove the women and children into the house, and then the Shudra men and villagers gathered in front of seven or eight Vaishya masters.
Bel Singh made such a big noise that the leading stubborn households had already been alarmed. The male owner brought the men in his family, and more than 300 Shudra villagers followed behind him. They came to the edge of the village with a fierce momentum and confronted the team led by Master Bel Singh who was enjoying the cool under the shade of the tree. Master Bel Singh, who had sharp eyes, saw through the gaps between the people that there was an independent area in the village.
An independent area was full of simple tents made of picked up wooden boards, garbage and plastic cloth. Some ragged clothes were so black that they could not be seen. Dalits often looked at this side from the back of the house and observed the development of the situation. Even if they were beaten to death, these Dalits would not dare to appear in front of the masters of the higher castes. They could only watch carefully from behind and wait for their fate. No matter which side wins, it has nothing to do with these untouchables. Even if compensation for demolition is issued, these Dalits will not get a penny.
The two sides confronted each other under a centuries-old tree. The village chief of Purol village, whose first name was Monai Gupta, was a Vaishya caste with a very ancient surname. He is well-dressed and can be considered a wealthy person. He has opened a noodle shop in the town, so he has some knowledge. He is also the negotiator of Puluoer Village, the largest household in the town.
With such a large formation, the ordinary Sudra villagers were too frightened to speak. The Vaishyas of several other high-level castes all advanced and retreated together with him as their leader. Originally, today was a tough battle. Mr. Village Chief must not lose, otherwise his family would be gone and everything would be lost. He saw Mr. Belsinger sitting on a chair made of bamboo with a confident look on his face. Monet, the village chief frowned and took a few steps forward. First he bent down and saluted, and then said coldly.
"Mr. Singh, what do you mean by having so many police here now? Are you trying to demolish us if you don't agree to the conditions we proposed? This is a republic now, not a feudal kingdom. You people have privileges. If If you dare to demolish it by force, we will sue you.”
Belsinger is too lazy to talk nonsense with these unruly people, let alone the Vaishyas who forcibly demolish these small households. Even if he kills a few, there is nothing he can do to me. I am the local emperor in this town, and all the heads in the town are fed. In addition, the two factories I have prepared can be called the leading enterprises in the town in terms of scale and capital. The entire town of Sinjar is still waiting for me to pay taxes, and is afraid that you unscrupulous people will file a complaint and compete with me for financial resources, and you will be dead.
So Belsinger didn't even say a word, he just waved. Jamal, the henchman beside him, pulled his neck, patted the black leather bag in front of him, and shouted. "Mr. Belsinger has no time to talk nonsense with you unscrupulous people. Each household will receive 150,000 rupees in demolition compensation. Then you will demolish all your own buildings within three days. Do whatever you have to do without delay." Can you afford Mr. Belsinger’s factory construction?”