"Um."

The group quickened their pace and quickly passed through the leather industry cluster. Suddenly, a large open space appeared in front of their eyes.

There are many shops on the side, including food and snacks, barber shops, pharmacies, and hotels. In the middle is a place for stalls. A bicycle is a stall, a tricycle is also a stall, and there are also decent food carts.

Nan Yi saw a thief lifting his forelimbs and lying on a fruit tricycle, sniffing around in the messy piles of coconuts. After a while, he found no fruit that could be eaten, so the thief put his forelimbs down in disappointment.

After coming down, he bleated twice and went to another stall cursing.

The Thief Goat has a strong and graceful figure. Not to mention, apart from being dirty, he is quite handsome.

Sayuri Hagiwara took out her camera and took a few photos of this handsome boy, then pulled Nanyi towards the middle stall.

First, we came to the tricycle selling coconuts. Sayuri Hagiwara may have thought about buying a coconut before, but now she has lost her mind after seeing the appearance of the coconuts.

Regarding food, regardless of whether it tastes good or bad, at least in terms of presentation, Japan has always done a good job.

After leaving the coconut stall disappointed, Sayuri Hagiwara took Nan Yi to a stall selling bananas. The bananas looked good, with a yellowish-green tint.

Sayuri Hagiwara eagerly said to Nan Yi: "Nagao-kun, let's buy some bananas."

"You can buy it, but you can't eat it."

"Why?"

"No need to ask why, you will know after looking at a few more stalls."

After Nan Yi finished speaking, he took the confused Sayuri Hagiwara directly to the next stall.

The next one is the fruit stall, which still sells bananas, but with a variety of varieties, including yellow, green, red, and purple.

After taking a quick look, Nan Yi pulled Sayuri Hagiwara away again. These bananas were quite tempting, and Nan Yi himself was a little eager to try them. He was really afraid that Sayuri Hagiwara would not be able to take them out after seeing them.

Deliberately missing every fruit stall that did not engage in secondary processing, Nan Yi found a target and took Sayuri Hagiwara to a more special stall.

This stall sells thick, shit-yellow substances that look like fruits.

When you get closer to the stall, you can see the incisions of the "suspicious fruit", which are white and very similar to radishes.

Nan Yi was very surprised. He had seen several similar foods, some with similar shapes, and some with very similar flesh, but he had never seen one with a shit-yellow appearance.

Nan Yi turned around and called Faraqui closer and asked, "Do you know what kind of fruit this is?"

"Boss, this is Ramkhand, which means vegetable root. They are sold everywhere in Mumbai. I don't know what it is." Faraqui leaned into Nan Yi's ear and whispered: "These stall owners are very interested in this."

The things are kept secret and they are not told to customers what they are. Ramkand’s original skin should not be this color, and the yellow color on the skin was deliberately applied.”

"Oh, how do you sell this thing?"

"Cut it into slices and sell it for 50 paise per piece [1 rupee = 100 paisa]."

"Buy a few slices, but don't ask for marsala, and don't dip them in any seasonings," Nan Yi said.

"Okay, boss."

Faraqua responded and said something to the stall owner. Upon hearing this, the stall owner immediately dipped his right hand in a vessel filled with water, brought some water, and wiped it on Ramkand's incision.

wipe;

Then he took out a knife that looked very similar to a stainless steel ruler, wiped the blade with a thickly coated rag, put the shiny knife against Ramkand, and started to peel thin slices.

.

It's really thin, and the shaved fan-shaped Ramkhand is almost as thick as the dumpling wrapper.

Ramkhand is fair and translucent, and the stainless steel knife shines with silver light. However, the stall owner's hands are extremely black, and there are still old dirt that is almost ripe between the nails. Ramkand's thin slices are held in his hands.

In the palm of your hand, one piece after another is stacked up.

"Hold!"

Nan Yi suddenly lost all the courage he had gathered out of curiosity. Let alone other people's dirty hands, even his own. Under normal circumstances, he would not dare to use such dirty hands to hold food and put it in his mouth.

Rise.

Although he had the experience of participating in "anti-feces training" with the Peace Dove team members and also tried eating in a manure pit, his state of mind at that time was completely different from now.

When training, he puts himself into a desperate situation. In order to survive, he can naturally overcome things that usually seem impossible to face.

But now, he can completely put his curiosity to rest.

"Tiger cub, the organization has given you a difficult task. Come and have a taste of it."

When Ramkand was wrapped in half a newspaper and fell into Faraqui's hands, Nanyi called the tiger cub closer and patted him on the shoulder eagerly.

The tiger cub joked: "Boss, if I lie down, does it count as a work-related injury?"

"You're going to die, I'll count you dead." Nan Yi took the newspaper from Faraqua's hand angrily and stuffed it into the tiger cub's hand, "Hurry up, take a bite and see what this is."

The tiger cub was unambiguous when he finished his mischief. He took out a piece of the newspaper and took a bite. After chewing it, he said: "Boss, there is nothing magical. I already suspected it just now. Now I am absolutely sure that this is the palm tree."

"Xin, when I was a kid, I would dig food when I didn't have anything to eat. I couldn't eat too much. It would cause diarrhea if I ate too much."

With that said, the tiger cub threw the other half of the piece into his mouth.

Nanyi said "fuck" again. No wonder it is kept secret. How dare the stall owner to publicize it? There are palm trees everywhere in India, just dig them up wherever you want.

"Faraqui, ask the stall owner if they grow Ramkhand themselves or if wholesalers supply them."

Nan Yi suddenly remembered that just now Faraqua said that many people were selling this thing, and he wanted to confirm how the group kept secrets.

After hearing this, Faraqua communicated with the stall owner. The stall owner refused to say anything at first, but Faraqua asked again and again and handed over a five-rupee note. The stall owner then said something.

"Boss, the stall owner said that he has a supplier responsible for supplying Ramkand. In fact, he himself doesn't know what Ramkand is." After asking the stall owner, Faraqui turned to Nan Yi and said.

"Okay, got it."

Since there is a supplier responsible for supplying goods, it means there is an organization, a leader, and someone responsible for connecting. It is easier to keep secrets. After all, keeping secrets is good for everyone. No one will be stupid enough to tell others his secrets to getting rich.

, unless someone spends a lot of money.

But how can people who can afford big bucks be interested in such a small business?

With his curiosity satisfied, Nanyi stopped staying any longer. After sharing the secret with Sayuri Hagiwara, the group continued walking.

Going forward, there are still stalls, but the goods are placed directly on the ground, selling various vegetables, meat and fish. Nanyi walked to a vegetable stall, picked up a round Indian eggplant, and turned it around.

He checked it in circles, then brought it to his nose and smelled it.

There are two bug eyes on the eggplant, one old eye and one new eye. This is a poor eggplant that may have never tasted the taste of pesticides in its life.

After letting Faraqua buy the eggplant, Nan Yi took Hagiwara Sayuri and continued to walk to other vegetable stalls. They would stay in front of each vegetable stall for a while, and from time to time they would pick up a vegetable and look at it.

After looking at the vegetable stall, I went to see the fish stall. The first stall sold catfish. A total of five fish were placed directly on the ground. They were all small fish less than twenty kilograms. The mucus on the fish was too thick.

Nan Yi had to wonder where the catfish came from.

In some villages in the south, dry toilets are not popular, but water toilets are built, that is, the toilets are built on the edge of the pond, and the excrement falls directly from the height into the pond.

Such ponds are often not used for raising fish, washing clothes, etc., but for storing fertilizer water.

Whenever someone goes to the water closet for convenience, there will be a splashing sound in the water under the toilet mouth. The Egyptian pond turtles are like centers actively grabbing rebounds, actively seizing favorable terrain under the basket. They are in

Waiting for the hot meal.

It is recommended not to go to this kind of water toilet if you happen to be constipated. The Egyptian turtles waited for most of the day but did not see their delicious food falling down. You can use your toes to imagine how angry they will be.

There is a pond in the yard of Nanzhai in Wenchangwei. Nanyi has been raising a few catfish, but in fact he does not only keep these few catfish. In a pit of 2×3 meters and a depth of less than 1.5 meters, he also

Dozens of catfish were kept secretly, and the scientific name of that pit was a septic tank.

There was once a single woman who was so scared that she didn't dare to sleep all night long. She said that every night, strange noises would come from the walls of her house. Later, the column team of "Science Also Depends on Editing" continued to make noises after 45 years.

After a follow-up investigation, the truth was discovered in the dead of night.

It turned out that the single woman was the family member of one of the writers of the column team. One day, she slapped her forehead and came up with a good idea for the column team to put a catfish in the sewer to pretend to be haunted.

Catfish have very strong vitality and can survive in a little water. If they have meat, they eat meat, but if there is no meat, they eat feces. Not only catfish, in fact, all fish secrete mucus, but catfish secrete more.

For catfish, mucus has many uses. The most noteworthy one is to reduce friction during movement. If the resistance in the water is small, it will secrete less. In mud pits and sewers, if the resistance is large, it will secrete more.

The catfish in front of him didn't need to be touched. Nan Yi could clearly see that there was a lot of mucus on the body surface. "Even if the periodic table of elements is complete in the water in India, it doesn't need to secrete so much mucus, right?"

Nan Yi looked at the stall owner's face, then at the catfish, and walked silently to another fish stall.

This stall sells red carp and red crucian carp. They are all live fish and they are kept in a water basin. They are really beautiful.

There was a customer waiting in front of the stall. The stall owner was killing the fish there. It was strange that the fish scales were not scraped with a knife, but the scales and the skin were directly peeled off the fish. After the fish skin was peeled off, the stall owner started to kill the fish.

After saying something to the customer and receiving the customer's reply, he raised the knife and cut off all the fins of the fish, including the tail.

Then chop, chop, chop off the fish head, chop off the fish tail, cut the uncut fish body directly from the back of the fish, scrape the fish belly a few times with the knife, then cut the fish into sections, and then cut the sections.

Cut into pieces the size of braised pork.

"It's such a pity that such a beautiful koi is eaten." After seeing the killed fish being put into a newspaper, Sayuri Hagiwara looked away and said to Nanyi.

"This is not koi, this is red carp. The taste of koi should not be as good as it."

"Have you ever eaten koi?"

"No, I'm just guessing. If you can live in a water tank, it's definitely not that delicious." Nan Yi replied, and immediately changed the subject, "Let's go, there is a food stall in front, let's go buy some food."

"Don't eat, I just saw it, the stall is very dirty." Sayuri Hagiwara shook her head and said.
To be continued...