After Saran put his hands together at Xiaoshu and bowed to Nanyi, he said to him: "Master Adam, the well water is very sweet, you can try it."

"No, I just drank water, and now I'm not thirsty, you guys will take it yourself."

Nanyi rejected Saran's kindness and walked to Sophie Masso and watched her take pictures around with her camera.

"Adam, look, the house here is pretty good, not dilapidated." Sophie Masso said in one direction with his eyes leaning against the camera's lens.

“It’s pretty good.”

Not only good, but it's simply too good. The road that Nan Yi and the others walked just now was not a dirt road, but was also paved with bluestone strips. You can see a house a hundred meters away. The walls do not look like rammed earth walls, and most of them are built with bluestone strips.

And so far, Nan Yi has not seen a lump of cow dung on the ground, and he has not smelled any strange smell in the air.

Nanyi saw someone next to the house, so he asked Sophie Marso to give him the camera. He looked at the camera. Two men, one big and one small, the big one was wearing Totti, clean and refreshing, the small one was wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt, a pair of trousers and shorts, and a pair of plastic sandals on his feet, which was also refreshing.

If it weren't for seeing that both of them had white skin, Nan Yi would have doubted that there was something wrong with the way he opened it.

Waiting for Salan and the others to finish drinking the water, Nanyi and the others went deeper into the village.

As we went deeper, houses began to appear on both sides of the road, one by one, and the gap between the house was not big, and the house looked pretty good. Nan Yi came to the wall of a house and knocked it, and then used his nails to pick it. The walls were indeed made of bluestone strips.

Nan Yi approached a gate and went in. After a look, the house was in a shape of a zigzag pattern, with a patio in the middle, and there was a circle of corridors around the patio. The ground was covered with bluestone strips that were not smooth but not uneven. There was no chicken poop and duck feces, and it looked quite clean.

The room was blocked by the walls and couldn't see it. I don't know what the scene inside was. Nanyi used the routine of building houses in rural areas in China to speculate that the room was definitely not as glossy as the corridor. Maybe the ground was not covered with bluestone strips, or it was not so smooth.

Nan Yi withdrew his gaze and looked around. He felt a little strange. Except for the big and small I just saw, he had never met villagers since he entered the village.

"Saran, why are there no one in the village?"

"Today is the day for the Presbyterians. Everyone should go to the village square to listen to the Presbyterians' meeting."

"Then let's go and have a look."

Nanyi is very interested in learning about how the Rural Presbyterian Church of India holds a meeting.

Under Nanyi's urging, Salan led everyone to the square.

After walking out of the "good house" area, Nan Yi suddenly realized that Kabir changed from one line to another, the space became empty, and he could not see the edge at first sight, and his heart became extremely comfortable.

"I just said, how could there be such a good rural area in India? The houses just now were all facades, and what we see now is the real one."

The bluestone road just now turned into a yellow mud rammed earth road, which made Nan Yi feel incredible good house disappear, turned into a mud rammed earth house and a mud rammed earth house. The roof was paved with no longer tiles, but turned into thatch.

The area of ​​the house has become very small. None of the houses that Nan Yi looks at is more than twenty square meters. There are still lumps of cow dung cakes on the walls. There are straw stacks and cow dung piles between the houses, and scattered cow dung piles can be seen on the rammed earth road.

As you look forward, you can see a white fan-shaped area about one kilometer away.

Nan Yi pointed to Baimeng in the distance and asked Saran, "Where is the village square?"

"Yes, Mr. Adam."

Fearing to miss the Presbyterian Church, Nan Yi asked Saran to speed up and take him over.

One kilometer, the group arrived in ten minutes.

The scene that caught my eyes was shocking. There were countless people sitting on the ground, silently, looking at the platform in front of them with their heads raised.

There were a few people standing there on the platform, as if they were arguing about something. The distance was too far, and they could not hear or see the movements clearly.

"Saran, can you get close to the platform?"

"Yes, Mr. Adam, please come with me."

Saran agreed and took Nanyi and Sophie Masso from the periphery of the crowd toward the platform.

Along the way, whenever the villagers who saw Saran would fold their hands and salute to her. After she was exposed to her evil light, the villagers would salute to Saran and Nanyi and the others.

Salan, the little girl, held her erect airs, raised her head, her nostrils up to the sky, and she disdained the villagers' salutes. At first, Nan Yi could return the salutes, but after paying them back more than a dozen times, he was too lazy to pay them back. There was a large area in front of her, so where was it so big?

But she was surrounded by thousands of people, but she still had to be saluted and watched by thousands of people. This made Nan Yi feel a little uncomfortable. Sophie Marso's performance was a little better than him. She could also give the crowd a little response from time to time, as if she was very accustomed to the feeling of being surrounded by stars.

Finally, the group came to the east of the platform. There was no one here. They could stand very close to the platform and listen to the elders above clearly.

The Presbyterian Church, full name of the Five-person Presbyterian Church, is the official name of the Rural Village Committee, and is an autonomous institution in rural India. From a legal perspective, this is not an institution with legal effect, but in fact, the Presbyterian Church has a huge influence on villagers and has absolute authority in village affairs.

Members of the Presbyterian Church are generally not elected, but are composed of elderly people. The elderly who can enter the Presbyterian Church are generally members of the clan with greater power in the countryside, or landlords and gentry.

The Presbyterian Church passed the issuance of decrees to control the lives of villagers, involving villagers' marriages, property and other aspects.

In the center of the platform, an iron pot was set on the fire. An old man was talking excitedly on it. Nan Yi, who could only understand one or two points, was about to let Saran translate, but she had already taken the initiative to translate and explain it in great thoughtfulness.

"Master Adam, Kabir Primary School teacher was stolen 300 kilograms of rice and 120 rupees. The elder is looking for this thief."

"How to find it?"

"The suspect has been identified. The suspect will be asked to go on stage to pick up the ring from the oil pan. Whoever dares to pick up the person is a thief."

"How did the suspect be identified?"

"I don't know, the elder didn't say it." Saran replied.

Nan Yi thought to himself, this is not a thief. He was obviously an open and honest rule to eliminate dissidents. It is hard to say whether there is any basis for the suspect's circle. Even if there is something that convinces everyone, he will touch the ring in the boiling oil for a while, and even if his hand is not ruined, he will be half-dead.

"What will the thief do?"

"The villagers of the Gange River are simple and stealing is a serious crime. Especially when stealing teachers' things, the blame will be even worse. Thieves will be tied to the Crescent Lake and exposed to the sun for seven days."

Nan Yi did not ask what kind of binding method is. There are big differences between binding and binding. There are many ways to expose the sun. There are a lot of elastic space inside. At the very least, it will suffer from some flesh and blood, and at the worst, it will definitely die.

"Why is it a little more serious to steal the teacher's stuff?"

"My owner has issued a regulation that all children in Gangehe Village must go to school and the tuition fee will be paid by my owner. Those with excellent grades can leave Gangehe Village and continue to study in a higher institution, and my owner will continue to fund it."

"Boys and girls are treated equally?"

"Yes."

"This rule has always been there?"

"No, my master only had this regulation after he came back from studying abroad, and it started seven years ago."

"Then your two brothers?"

"It's different. Our family serves the masters for generations, and the old masters in the past will also raise children of loyal servants in the family."

"Only boys?"

"Yes."

"Your dad is Amit Housekeeper?"

"Yes."

It is normal to raise children from families. From ancient times to the present, wealthy families will train children with promising prospects among servants. Those with promising prospects will be able to get fame and fortune as long as they can recite a little bit of incense, and they will be able to enjoy it; those who are less likely to become shopkeepers and accountants, leaving behind a confidant for their descendants.

But Deepak now uses the model of casting a big net, and it is not only cultivated by men and women, but it is difficult to say whether it can be used by him. The key is how to operate the node that will be sent to the Gange Village to continue to be cultivated.

The fact that men and women treat each other equally forced Nan Yi to deepen his suspicion of Fatiya.

After passing through his mind, Nan Yi did not ask Saran any other questions. Today he had asked too many questions. At night, Deepak and Fatiya, or one of them, might have to think about his motives all night. Nan Yi would no longer make things worse, and would leave some time for the couple to sleep.

After the elders on the platform made a big splash, they took a list of names and sat near the platform, stood up one by one, walked up to the platform with expressionless expressions.

Nan Yi counted and there were 29 people in total.

The elders on the high platform continued to say something to the 29 people, without the need for Saran's translation, Nan Yi could roughly guess what he was talking about.

Under the encouragement and urging of the elder, the first "tough guy" walked to the iron pot. After standing still, hesitated for a while and then chose the left hand firmly. Then hesitated for a while before he firmly chose the left hand. Then he stretched out his left hand tremblingly towards the iron pot, hovered on it and then retracted it. After repeated several times, he still didn't dare to put his hand into the oil pot.

The elder walked up to him with a expressionless face and gaze at him with a death gaze.

The tough guy glanced at the elder, and the blue veins on his cheeks wriggled. Under the high pressure of death threat, he was cruel and looked into the iron pot, as if he was observing the position of the ring. Then, the tough guy inserted his left hand into his arms and quickly put his hand into the oil pan.

The sizzling sounded in the oil pan, and the tough guy screamed and pierced the sky.

"Adam, it's so cruel."

Sophie Marso was frightened and grabbed Nan Yi's hand hard.

"Don't look when you're afraid." Nan Yi said with a smile.

The tough guy on the stage is not a fool. When he took out his hand, Nan Yi saw that his hands became wet. It took only a few seconds from the time his hands were immersed in the oil pan to the point where he took it out. The scalds were inevitable, but they were not disabled at all.

The first one is not a fool, and the second one is not an elm head. It still has the same operation. The elders on the stage seemed to be intentional to let someone go, turning a blind eye to their actions and turning a blind eye to them.

The dozen in front passed the test successfully. When the eighteenth one reached the eighteenth one, the elder's slightly narrowed his eyes and stared as big as a copper bell, and his eyes followed the eighteen tough guy's hand.

The eighteen tough guy has dark skin and thick arms. If he doesn't exert force, he can tell that the biceps are big, and the joints of his fists are clearly distinguished, so he should be very powerful.

The eighteen tough guys had a rebellious look in their eyes. They stood in front of the iron pot, looked at the elder with disdain, and then snorted again, and directly put their hand into the oil pot.

Puchi, Puchi, Nan Yi's ears were filled with the sound of a flapping oil pan.

In one second, two seconds, three seconds, five seconds, the eighteen tough guys' hands had not yet taken out of the oil pan.

"Okay, it's so awesome."

Nan Yi gave a thumbs up to the eighteen tough guys in his heart.

Although the eighteen-strong man didn't scream, the blue veins on his neck had already been stammered, and fine beads of sweat were covered with on his forehead. It was obvious that he was also a physical body and knew the pain.

He raised his hand and waved it in front of his nose. Nan Yi sniffed the smell of the flesh and said in his heart: "Silly hat, can you show heroism like this? You can really kill the elder in front of you directly."

It took about ten seconds before the eighteen tough guys took his hands out of the oil pan.
To be continued...