There are as many as 1,652 languages ​​in India, and there are as many as 22 official languages ​​alone. Even Hindi, the first official language, is used by less than 40% of Indians, and there are also accent problems.

In comparison, Indian accents are like the southern dialects in China, and they are the ones that are particularly difficult to understand. It is not much easier to learn than to learn a foreign language.

So even if you learn Hindi, it will be in vain. You can only be useful in a small range. If you go a little further, you should just say "hello" honestly.

Nan Yi learned a little in Hindi, but it was just some simple daily words and some more critical words. He could not understand what others were saying, but he could not understand whether others were saying good or bad things.

"No one left" sounds like "inviting him to a table".

This time when I came to Mumbai, Nan Yi was very kind.

Yes, very good intentions, he wants to burn himself and illuminate others.

Sitting in the car, Nan Yi flipped through the New Times of India in his hand, half guessed and half read the title, and then looked at the illustrations. He put the newspaper aside and picked up another copy of the Times of India.

I started to look at it.

The Times of India is an English newspaper, and there is no obstacle to reading it.

"Farraqui, let's start."

Nan Yi looked at the newspaper with his eyes, but said in his mouth.

On the side of Nanyi, it was not Hagiwara Koshuri, but Farakkui, the glorious peacock.

"Okay, boss." Faraky shook his head and opened the folder in his hand. "Chanda Kokhha, born in 1962, is from Rajasthan. His father is a professor at a local engineering university.

Because of her father, she received a good education at a very young age.

When Kochha was 13 years old, his father passed away and his family became more and more difficult. Even so, her mother did not let her drop out of school, but just moved her family to Mumbai to survive.

In 1984, Kochha entered the Industrial Credit Investment Bank as a trainee after obtaining a bachelor's degree in economics from Zaisind College;

While working, she also studied at the Jarara Bajji School of Management and Research. After investigation, she was very focused during her studies in the Research Institute and spent her spare time in the library.”

"Rating?" Nan Yi said.

Farraqui said: "The Intelligence Policy Committee 4.721, South Office 4.729."

"Good review, how much does a foot of high-end apartment in Faracquet, South City cost?"

“Rs 1200-3000 per foot.”

Nan Yi thoughtfully converted it and found that the most expensive one was about 32,100 rupees and 2,310 US dollars per square meter.

The price is a bit outrageous. Let's put it this way, the average income of India's national population in 1987 was 332 US dollars, which was more than a dozen US dollars more than China. Of course, this data is of little significance to individuals.

To be down-to-earth, in Mumbai, a migrant worker who earns 1,000 rupees a month walks on the street, not to mention his nostrils facing the sky, even if his chin is facing the sky, no one dares to say that he is proud of himself. This is a veritable golden collar class.

If you earn 500 rupees a month, then when your parents visit your neighbor's house, they can deliberately say modestly: "Oh, my son is not good, I only earn 500 rupees a month, and I will definitely not be as good as your son."

If you earn 200 rupees per month, then congratulations, this is the most comfortable income level in life. You don’t have to worry about food and drink. You can also go to a restaurant, a car or a house occasionally, so you don’t have to worry about it.

In analogy, it is similar to the fact that a domestic bachelor takes about 100 yuan a month, and the whole family is not hungry if they eat one person.

If you earn 50 rupees a month, you have to congratulate me. This amount of money can be a rich man in the slums of Mumbai and you can eat at the right time, so you don’t have to worry about when the cooking will be cut off.

The current mainstream population in Mumbai has an income of between 100-150 rupees, while ordinary houses are about 140 rupees, 10 US dollars per square meter. You can buy a large apartment of more than 100 square meters without eating or drinking for ten years. The housing prices are very reasonable.

"Look for a set of about 1,200 feet to buy it. Choose the best ones. How many bathrooms are there in the apartment?"

"A 1,200-foot apartment usually has three bathrooms, two owners, and one is designed for servants. Boss, should Kochha choose a house by himself?"

Of course, Faracque could understand the purpose of Nanyimai's house. If he had no such level, he would not have been able to take the position of President of Honor Peacock.

"No, analyze Kochha and her mother's preferences, I plan to surprise her."

"Okay, boss." Farraqui shook his head.

"Farraqui, I will help me find a female companion. If I want to be beautiful, I will take her to the reception when I need it. I need to understand social etiquette. I am an adult, under the age of thirty."

"Boss, is it just a female companion?"

"Yes, just a female companion, she doesn't need to play the role of a woman. I'm not interested in finding a woman here yet. Oh, my mouth must be important."

"This kind of woman is not difficult to find, she will be found soon."

"Um."

Feeling that the car had slowed down, Nan Yi closed the newspaper in his hand and turned to look out the window.

Outside the car window, a herd of cows were leisurely crossing the road, including Brahmin cattle, scalpers, buffaloes, and tumor cattle with a sarcoma on their backs. Nan Yi actually saw one of them white.

White tummy cattle is not simple. In Hindu classics, Shiva's mount is a white ox. On some ancient murals, there are often white tummy cattle. Over time, white tummy cattle is regarded as a divine cattle.

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The one who is close to the red is red, and the cattle that are not white is also benefiting from it and enjoys certain privileges. The cattle that is good and the water that is yellow rises to heaven. In the eyes of some believers, as long as it is a cow, it is noble.

Because of the noble status of cattle, Dalit is not qualified to touch them. Lower castes are afraid of being targeted by high castes, so they also keep away from cattle, not to mention raising cattle to plow the fields and camels.

Only the local kings of various states are qualified and have the courage to raise a large number of cattle to plow the fields. After all, the local kings have large areas of private land, and no one dares to care about anything on their own land.

There are few people who dare to raise cattle, and the cattle can only rely on themselves. At the beginning, they are scrambled in the countryside. There are so many grass in the countryside. You can eat whatever you want and live a leisurely life. Eat hard and grow hard. The cow's ethnic group will be huge in an instant in just a few years.

stand up.

The grass is still the grass, and the number of cattle has increased several times. Gradually, the grass is not enough to eat, and the cattle herd begins to harm the crops.

When the crops are ruined, the farmers will not care whether they are sacred cows or not. They will rush when they should and suck when they should. The days of the cattle in the countryside suddenly become dire straits.

When the cows saw that the strategy of surrounding the city in the countryside was not effective, they simply bloomed directly in the center.

So, the cattle herd held a discussion meeting for more than 80 years and finally formulated the "Wandering Cow" plan, following the poor to migrate to cities. New Delhi and Mumbai are their destinations.

This is why there are many bulls on the streets of Mumbai, all of which are pitiful bulls. If they can stay in their hometown, who would come to the city to be a stray bull?

"Farraqui, why are there so many stray cows here?"

When Farak heard Nan Yi’s question, he immediately said like a treasure: “Boss, there is a pasture field in front. I have raised more than a dozen horses for the boss. These cattle went there to eat pasture.”

When Nan Yi heard this, although he was dissatisfied, he still said calmly: "You have the intention."

The car continued to drive forward and soon arrived at the edge of a circle of fences.

Inside the fence is the area of ​​Peacock Villa.

Looking in through the fence, Nan Yi almost couldn't help but slap Farraqui.

I saw at the other end of the fence, where the main road of the villa connects the villa gate, there were two hundred,700 or eighty people standing in densely. Standing in front was Han Zhenhe, and there was an Indian, Diwaman, the housekeeper of Peacock Villa.

Nan Yi has seen his photos.

Nanyi knew that there were more than 200 staff members in the villa, but he never thought about what kind of welcome ceremony Farraqui would hold.

"It's really nonsense." Nan Yi complained, turned his head and said to Faracque with a cold face: "Get out of the car, except for the servants, the others asked them to return to their posts."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

When Farak saw that Nan Yi was dissatisfied, he quickly got out of the car, rolled and crawled towards the crowd, approached the crowd, shouted a few times, and the crowd began to scatter, and in the end only fifty or sixty people were left still in place.

"Go over."

Nan Yi watched the crowd dispersing and said something to the school beauties.

As soon as Nan Yi got off the car, Divamann came up with the man, walked closer, leaned down, stretched out his hand and touched Nan Yi's instep, "Sir, welcome home."

"Thank you, Divaman."

"gentlemen."

The captain of the Dalit female soldier, Pran, walked out from behind Divaman.

"Puran, thank you for your hard work."

Nan Yi said, stretching out his left hand to Puran.

Pulan looked at Nan Yi's stretched out hand, his cheeks twitched a few times, and after a while, he stretched out his left hand, tentatively handed it forward, and then immediately recycled it.

Without waiting for her to take it back, Nan Yi grabbed it and patted her right hand on the back of her hand, everything was silent.

Pulan looked down at his hands, then looked up at Nan Yi's face, and his eyes became wet.

The purpose of the Indian left hand can be said to be well known to everyone. In the social composition of India, Dalit is an invisible person and a lowly person, and Dalit women are even more lowly among lowly.

Ebrection, plunder and killing are like the sword of Damoris, always hanging above their heads.

Pulan turned out to be living in a village. One day, she was dragged into the woods by five or six men on her way home. After being tragically ravaged for several hours, she was detained and raised again. After that, she was more than half a day.

The darkness of the moon.

She is lucky. Usually, after Dalit women are raped, they will most likely be killed on the spot.

It is because of luck that she met Luban Wood Industry's logging team, was rescued, had the chance to kill her enemies, and had the chance to call Pulan.

The original name of Pran was not Puran. This name was because Pran changed her name after hearing the deeds of Pran Devi and regarded her as an idol.

“ali    izz    well[all   is   well].”

Nan Yi patted Puran's hand again, gently pulled his hand back, turned his head to Diwaman and said, "Let everyone go back first, you accompany me to see everywhere."

"Yes, sir."

After Divaman asked the servants to retreat, he returned to Nanyi's side and took Nanyi and Hagiwara Koshuri to patrol the villa.
To be continued...