Chapter 7 [Banquet for Brahmins]

After a psychological calculation, 50,000 rupees is equivalent to 5,000 yuan. This is already a lot, even after reciting the scriptures for several days. My own sobriety has nothing to do with him, but he has to spend so much money to satisfy the appetite of this Brahmin elder. This is really inviting a wolf into the house. This is money. It makes me very sad.

Mr. Belsinger had just adapted to life in this body, and for a while he couldn't change his mind from comparing rupees to renminbi. But for the sake of the reputation of his family, the money had to be paid, so he could only reluctantly wave his hand and agreed to the donation of 50,000 rupees. Then he returned to his room angrily with a long face, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Butler Jamal knew that his master was not in a good mood and did not dare to touch his brow. He quickly stepped aside and took the secondary key hanging around his neck. He went to the underground vault in the study and took out two bottles of hard-covered Maotai liquor produced in 1985, and then took out a stack of cash from the box. Brand new Indian economic notes of one thousand rupees, I checked the money bit by bit, counted 50 of them and tied them up with paper strips very professionally.

Then he walked out of the underground vault and locked the door, then placed these things in the dining room on the left side of the castle, and then came to the kitchen. Find the Sudra pariahs who are responsible for the slaughter and the male servants of several families. Taking the rope little by little, we reached the alpine grassland on the back mountain and found the barefoot shepherd who was tending the sheep. A male goat about eight months old was selected, tied up and slaughtered on the spot. The goat's head was then handed over to the shepherd to deal with it.

Then he carried the meat back to the castle and prepared to make dinner. As for the remaining sheep, he went into the water and blamed the barefoot untouchable shepherd with red eyes and drooling. He collected them carefully and planned to secretly go down the mountain at night to deliver these sheep feces to his home, and let his wife secretly cook these sheep feces for the children to eat.

Indians rarely eat animal offal due to Hinduism, and those Sudras who don't see a few meat stars a year don't have so many taboos. It is already very happy to have some sheep in the water. Of course, you have to be sneaky when eating. This sneakiness is only sneaky for Mr. Singh who lives in the castle, but there is not so much taboo for ordinary villagers who belong to Sudras. He even showed off proudly everywhere, making those poor Shudras who couldn't eat a few oils a year envious.

After all, the work of herding sheep is very leisurely, and from time to time, some sheep are taken into the water for food. It is already a very happy life for these Shudra castes who are not allowed to read or go to temples to recite scriptures. After the old housekeeper came back with a goat, he handed it over to the highly paid Brahmin chef to handle the goats. Then he personally went to the chicken and duck breeding area in the backyard and caught two big roosters to prepare a banquet for the Brahmin elders.

India has 1/10 of the world's arable land. Why can't it support a population smaller than that of China? First, it's because of natural reasons. Because the rainy and dry seasons are sometimes abnormal, either with floods or droughts, it can take several years for things to return to normal after a disaster. Another reason is man-made. Why do you say this because Indians are famously lazy.

I can lie down, never sit, and I don’t get out of bed until 10 a.m. every day. After breakfast, I was chatting with my neighbors, drinking tea, and wandering to the field. It was already one or two o'clock in the afternoon. What could I do? Another strange feature of life in India is that dinner is extremely late, which is really called dinner.

Dinner is usually eaten around eight, nine or ten o'clock, and a few hours after dinner one goes to bed. Therefore, there are many fat people in India. Today's dinner for Brahmin priests is also scheduled to be held at 8 o'clock in the evening. It is still early. After arranging everything, the old housekeeper Jamal yawned and returned to his room, planning to take a nap.

After all, the old butler is already over 60 years old. He has been staying awake for five days, asking doctors and priests to serve Mr. Belsinger 24 hours a day, which is a bit too much for him. Now that the master has recovered his health and is more alive than before, he can finally relax and have a good rest. There will be a banquet in the evening that requires him, the butler, to direct and coordinate.

When Belsinger got up from the bed, it was already past 6 p.m., the sky was still bright but the sun was about to set. After getting up, of course there was a maid to take care of her. She changed out of her wrinkled robe and put on a special robe that was ironed and even her underwear and socks needed to be ironed. Yawning, I came to the living room and just sat on the sofa when I was greeted with a steaming cup of black tea.

Of course, India has been ruled by the British for such a long time and has also learned some British culture. In particular, afternoon tea is similar to British habits. Various things are added to it and it tastes weird. Now on the coffee table in front of Belsinger, there is sugar, milk and various things added to the tea. Belsinger didn't touch any of these things, and just drank some fragrant black tea.

She also told the maid who was responsible for making tea that she would not be allowed to serve these milk, candy, etc. when making tea in the future. All you need is a pot of fragrant black tea brewed with boiling water. Of course, you need to take down some snacks to accompany the tea. After drinking a cup of black tea and eating something, Mr. Belsinger finally felt like a human being.

I hurried to the bathroom on the first floor. It was pitch black inside when the door was closed. Fortunately, there was a candle and a box of matches next to it. After lighting the candle, I could see the inside of the bathroom clearly. It was a squat toilet and it was clean. There was no peculiar smell. There was a fragrant soap on the sink. What made Master Belsinger feel most relieved was that there was a roll of toilet paper next to the sink, which fully reflected the luxurious life of the modern Belsinger family.

Because Indians rarely use things like toilet paper when going to the toilet. Basically, they use water to flush. Only those big cities and big companies will prepare these toilet papers. In addition, in rural areas, whether it is animals or men and women, they all defecate in the open air. Even if you build a public toilet for him, he will not go. This has been a habit formed for thousands of years and cannot be changed at all.

This is why Indians think that the left hand is dirty, and when shaking hands with others or handing things over, they need to do it with the right hand. The left hand is always used to clean that part after defecation. It would be strange if it is not dirty. After finally eliminating the toxins in the body, Master Singh washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom with ease.

Then he heard the gurgling sound of the pipe in the bathroom. He was a little uncoordinated after lying down for several days. In addition, Master Bel Singh was just 14 years old this year, which was the age of jumping. So he came to the open-air garden in the center of the castle to take a walk and sort out the memories left by Bel Singh in the past 14 years.

The little guy's life was miserable enough. When he was ten years old, the whole family accompanied his seriously ill grandfather to the hotel on the bank of the Ganges to wait for death. After dealing with his grandfather's funeral, his parents' convoy encountered a traffic accident on the way back, and both parents died. If the old housekeeper hadn't brought the ten-year-old Master Bel Singh back one step ahead, the family of three would have died in the street of Delhi in a car accident.