Chapter 6 [Banquet for Brahmins]

Now that these grains and cooking oil have been collected, of course the untouchables dare not hide anything. I even paid more land rent to Mr. Belsinger to please the noble man, and put all the agricultural products in bags. It can be shipped to Sinjar Town and sold for cash at any time, but Belsinger is not in a hurry now and will wait for a few days.

After finding out how much money he had, Mr. Belsinger felt relaxed. The little guy was rich enough to be a rich man. In the entire Lagar Village, that is equivalent to the existence of a local emperor. Who dares to say anything about bullying men and women? Even in the town of Sinjar, there are existences like kings and dukes. He can act arrogantly and unimpeded, and even the police station dare not interfere with Mr. Singh's affairs.

This is much more powerful than being a buyer in a mechanical processing factory. This is called life. We are also masters with assets and land. The next happy life is waiting for me. The excited Mr. Belsinger was shaking all over. Fortunately, there is no one in the study now and no one will see Mr. Singer's abnormality.

Mr. Singh, who had been excited for a while, walked out of the study unsteadily, even though it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. But who dared to stop Mr. Singh from taking a nap? As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he didn't expect that the housekeeper Jamal who had just left had something to do came running behind him. Seeing that the old housekeeper was sweating and found him, something must have happened to him. Belsinger had to go back to the living room downstairs. As soon as he sat down, housekeeper Jamal stood aside respectfully and said to Bell.

"Sir, you are able to recover miraculously. This is the result of the Brahmin elders' prayers for three days and three nights. It is also the divine power of Shiva that protects you. Due to circumstances and reasons, we should all entertain the Brahmin sacrifices and make generous donations. . I want to ask you whether I should kill a sheep to celebrate, otherwise there will be nothing to entertain the Brahmins."

Since I am a wealthy person, but I live in a closed mountain, the supplies at home are not as rich as those of ordinary people in big cities. In addition to religious beliefs, most people with higher castes are vegetarians and rarely eat meat. But you can make some better meat dishes during banquets. In Hinduism, beef is a sacred object. That is something that is unthinkable, so mutton and chicken are the most commonly used meats.

In addition, the Singh family raises 500 breeding sheep in the alpine grassland, and there are thousands of half-grown meat sheep. Killing a sheep to celebrate is not a big deal for Mr. Singh, but a sheep can be sold for more than 8,000 rupees in Sinjar town. That's equivalent to 800 yuan. Killing a sheep to celebrate is very extravagant. Of course, the old housekeeper has to ask Mr. Singh for instructions.

Although he was sober and had nothing to do with the Brahmin elders who were invited to offer sacrifices, who asked the other Brahmin to offer sacrifices? It is a bit higher to be a Kshatriya yourself. Brahmins are the first caste in India, and they specialize in clerical work, including sacrifices and temple management. As a Kshatriya, I belong to the second caste. I am in charge of the king-warrior class and also in charge of secular forces. However, due to Hinduism, my status is not as high as that of Brahmin.

But in order to show respect and reduce your own troubles, there is no need to offend the Brahmin priests. It was reasonable to kill a sheep for a banquet. Fortunately, he spent a lot of money to hire a poor Brahmin son to act as a cook, which finally came in handy.

Because Hinduism stipulates that food prepared by Brahmin chefs can be used by every caste. But upper caste people cannot eat food prepared by lower caste chefs, so you say you are a Kshatriya. You can't eat food prepared by chefs from the Vaishya race. This Brahmin chef and you, the rural landowner, have lost a lot of face.

So Mr. Belsinger nodded with a smile and said, "Kill a fat ram, kill a few chickens, and let Chef Hamill prepare a banquet to reflect the prosperity of our Singh family. In addition, you can come with the key." In the underground vault, open the box of liquor you brought back and take out two. This is an authentic Chinese product. Isn’t it respectable?”

At this time, Butler Jamal realized that the box he was holding contained the national liquor of China, the famous Moutai, and his eyes lit up. I feel that what my master said is so right. The fresh mutton raised in the mountains and paired with China's multi-wine Moutai will definitely make the Brahmin priest feel that his trip is worthwhile.

Maybe you can donate less if you feel happy, but the amount of money to donate to the temple can only be determined by Mr. Singh. Anyway, asking two questions together saved a lot of trouble, so Butler Jamal said again.

"Sir, the town of Sinjar is so far away from us. We invited the Brahmin priest to come here and chanted for three days and three nights to help you turn the corner. Our donation to the temple will definitely be indispensable. I can't make the decision on such a big matter. , can you set a number and take the Brahmin sacrifice with you tomorrow? If you are stingy and don't give it to us, it will be a bad street in Sinjar Town."

These social parasites are really hateful. Although I am a Kshatriya, I also need to donate to the temple. And what about these Brahmins? They have a high status and live on money in the temple. One donates and the other lives on money. It is simply two different treatments. This is a tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years. I really don't want to save the family's reputation. Master Singh can only accept it with a pinch of his nose.

But I feel bad if I give too much, and I can't stop the mouth of this Brahmin elder if I give too little. If this old man keeps yelling everywhere, it will still damage his family. Or his face will be damaged. Master Bel Singh can't find a solution after struggling with it, so he can only ask his experienced old housekeeper. "How much do you think is appropriate? You know the situation of our family. I feel bad if I give too much, and it's not the same if I give too little. How much do you think is appropriate?"

The old housekeeper Jamal is also very entangled. Jamal has been a housekeeper for a lifetime and has served the Singh family for a lifetime. The old housekeeper, who had already treated the new family as his own, was even stingier than Master Singh. He hesitated for a long time before he stretched out five fingers. Master Bel Singh was so scared that he shouted in surprise.

"Isn't it too much to give 500,000 rupees? Is he worth this price? Do you think our money came from the water? It's a pity that you can give so much money for it." The old housekeeper was so wronged that he shouted in his heart, "Master, can you listen to me before you scold me?" Although he felt wronged, housekeeper Jamal did not dare to refute Master Singh's scolding, and could only say aggrievedly.

"Master, it's not 500,000 rupees, it's 50,000 rupees. I think 50,000 rupees is enough."