Chapter 154: Gathering Manpower
Ron originally planned to return to the city early, but his uncle's family was so welcoming that they insisted on letting him stay for a few days.
There used to be a courtyard here that belonged to Ron's family. Although they moved away, the place is still there.
Ron didn't refuse and decided to stay for one night. He had lived here for a long time when he was a child.
In the evening, two other uncles came with their families. One of them lived in the city, and the other lived in the next village, so they were not far away.
The Soules' dining room was large, with high ceilings, heavy, old-fashioned furniture, and a large chandelier.
Even with the entire family of twenty or so people sitting there, the restaurant still seemed very empty.
Needless to say, it was a lively scene. Ron had more than ten cousins, and each of them was very kind to him.
In fact, Ron was not an only child. He had older brothers, but they died young, leaving him as the only child.
As she is the youngest, she is naturally taken care of in the family.
After dinner was over and everyone had left, he finally had time to rest and take a hot bath.
There was a private marble bath in the manor, and without Ron asking, a team of maids came in to change his clothes, shave him, and trim his hair.
What made him uncomfortable was that these maids were only wearing a layer of gauze, which was equivalent to wearing nothing at all beside the misty bathtub.
But they all looked good and had excellent massage skills, which made Ron absent-minded.
In the end, he called Nia in because he was not confident in using the other people.
After thoroughly enjoying the treatment of a master, he decided to visit Nia's house before returning to the city the next day.
Ron still lacks a few real confidants around him, and the servants and playmates he grew up with are undoubtedly the most reassuring.
He had only glanced at Nia's house from a distance yesterday, but when he entered the yard he realized that it was not much better than the slums in Mumbai.
The mud-walled hut also had only one room. Before my sister got married, the eight members of our family were crowded into this small space.
Ron came in and was invited to sit on the only cot in the house, which was similar to the one in Anand's house, made of hastily woven ropes.
The room served as both a bedroom and a kitchen, its walls and roof black as charcoal from the soot from the furnace.
No wonder the newspapers said that in the villages of northern India, the dry cough of people suffering from tuberculosis was as common as the mooing of cows and the ringing of temple bells.
It was hard for Ron to imagine that the Vaishyas in the north lived worse than the Dalits in the south.
But Nia's brother Anil told him that every household in the village was like this, and even their family's situation was slightly better.
At least the brothers all have jobs, so the family has no worries about food and clothing except that the living space is a little cramped.
"Where are Shiva and Ram?" asked Ron, Nia's other two brothers.
"They are patrolling the fields, and those hemp grasses are important." Anil brought the hot milk.
There are six buffaloes in the yard, so it is not difficult to get some milk.
"Do you all know how to use guns?" Ron gestured with his hands.
"Yes!" Anil shook his head. "We've fired real bullets."
"Come with me to Mumbai, and you can bring your family with you."
"Okay!" Anil agreed without hesitation. He was originally a servant of Ron's family.
"You alone aren't enough. Go find some more in the village. Only young and strong men are needed. Those with bad habits are not wanted."
Ron's family of servants included more than just Nia's family, but because his parents left early, they had lost contact with many of them.
But whenever he needed, he could always gather a group of people. The Brahmins had great power, like the law.
Anil nodded and took note of it. His two brothers would take care of it. While they were chatting, Nia was also busy.
She is good at boiling water and cooking. From a rural perspective, she is a very virtuous girl.
The luxurious life in Mumbai did not dazzle her eyes.
Seeing coal dust on her fair and tender little face, Ron couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.
She giggled, and her family laughed too, very happily, with a certain longing in their smiles.
Unfortunately, Nia's belly didn't get bigger, which made everyone, including Anil, a little disappointed.
Ron didn't know what they were thinking, so he took some money out of his bag. It wasn't much, just a few tens of thousands of rupees.
This was the moving fee for Anil and others who were willing to follow him to Mumbai.
Ron is a Brahmin, and the master orders the servant to do things without any reason.
But looking at this shabby house, they couldn't even raise enough money to go to Mumbai. Without some moving money, they couldn't leave.
Nia's family accepted it with profuse gratitude, and Ron calmly accepted their foot-touching gift, believing that the relationship between master and servant should not be confused.
After sitting here for only a few minutes, Ron left with Nia and Anil. The former was a personal maid, and the latter was a personal bodyguard.
There is nothing much to see in the rural areas of Uttar Pradesh. Apart from the various tragedies, life here will not change significantly in the past ten years.
Back in Varanasi, Ratan drove the Civic again, promising that he had connections there and could help Ron get all the paperwork the crew needed.
"Why don't you let driver Yi Shang drive?" Ron was curious, as the family clearly had a full-time driver.
"He's going to buy some wine today." Ratan answered without turning his head as he turned the steering wheel sharply.
"What?"
“Foreign liquor is very hard to buy.”
Indian men all like to drink. If we make this distinction, there are only two types of people in India: one is the one who drinks "Indian wine" and the other is the one who drinks "British wine".
"Indian wine" is for the poor and the country people to drink, including palm wine, arrack, and homemade inferior wine.
"British wine" is naturally for the rich, and includes rum, whiskey, beer, gin and other various wines left over from the British.
The Soules went through at least one bottle of fine whiskey a week, the real English kind.
But foreign liquor is very difficult to buy in Uttar Pradesh, and someone must be stationed in the store to guard it.
Every day, the shops selling foreign liquor would be crowded with at least fifty people, all of whom were servants buying liquor for their masters.
The driver of the Sur family went to line up early in the morning. No one else knew how to drive, so Ratan had to go himself.
Life in Uttar Pradesh is indeed completely different from that in Mumbai, and Ron hasn't even scratched the surface of it yet.
At the hotel, Ron introduced Ratan to Mary and the others. Ratan had changed his domineering attitude in the countryside and instead looked very timid.
In his eyes, these are all Bollywood filmmakers who can shoot all kinds of magical and incredible scenes.
Indians, including many Brahmins, have a preference for Bollywood filmmakers.
Because filmmakers are big dreamers, and in India, their dreams are bound to be bigger than those of ordinary people.
What they are dreaming is a collective dream, the dream of nearly one billion people.
Ron said they needed a B&B to accommodate the crew, and Ratan ran out excitedly to arrange it without saying a word.
"Are you planning to let Schiff and the others stay in the hotel?" Mary couldn't help asking.
"Budget is important." Ron spread his hands to indicate that he had no money.
"I can't imagine how many people can keep their belly." Mary lamented.
"Is there a problem?" Ron asked curiously.
"Urmila has been having stomach problems for the past two days. I am worried about her condition."
Ron was stunned and looked up at the lobby. "If I remember correctly, this is the best hotel in the city."
"It's my responsibility. I should have stopped her."
Mary explained that after Ron left yesterday, they went shopping in the city and couldn't help but be attracted by the local snacks.
Fortunately, Mary had been warned by Ron and did not dare to try it rashly.
But Urmila relied on her native Indian physique and didn't control her mouth, eating a lot.
As a result, I only walked halfway down the street when I hurried back to the hotel to use the restroom. I still haven't recovered to this day.
It turns out that India’s street food is popular with everyone, regardless of nationality.
"I'll go up and take a look." Ron turned around.
"You?" Mary stared at him suspiciously.
"I'm a doctor!" Ron puffed out his chest confidently.
In the room, Lena was taking care of Urmila, who was bedridden. The little girl was pale and her eyes were dull.
When Ron came in, she didn't even have the strength to get up.
"Have you taken your medicine?" he asked.
“I brought some myself, but they didn’t work very well.” Urmila looked towards the head of the bed.
Ron took the bottle and looked at it, then shook his head, "Give me the medicine I brought."
Nia deftly pulled out a first aid kit from her luggage bag, which contained top-notch special medicines that Ron had prepared for various difficult and complicated diseases.
He did not bear the title of Dr. Sur for nothing. In more than a year, he had treated countless people around him and was no less than a real attending physician.
With the support of various pharmaceutical channels, diarrhea and other diseases can be easily cured.
After feeding Urmila the medicine, Ron asked Nia to prepare hot water.
"I'll give you some physical therapy so you can recover faster."
"Physical therapy?" Urmila was confused.
"It's an abdominal massage." Ron said directly and clearly.
"Ah?" Urmila exclaimed slightly.
She looked at Mary and Lena, and they both gave her reassuring looks.
Well, Urmila consoled herself, of course what Dr. Sur said was fine.
Moreover, she is an actress who has to overcome various situations and cannot be as conservative as ordinary Indian women.
"If it's inconvenient, an injection would work," Ron suggested.
"No, let's go for physical therapy!" Nineteen-year-old Urmila couldn't imagine herself getting an injection.
Nia brought hot water and Ron washed his hands before gently pressing Urmila's belly through her clothes.
Very soft and warm.
Urmila's fair face turned red in an instant.
She looked around in panic, but Mary and the others had already quietly retreated.
Ron's hands slowly applied force to relax her muscles according to the direction of the meridians.
Oh, I feel a tingling sensation and a warm feeling rising up, it seems really comfortable.
Urmila's panicked mood gradually calmed down, and her chest no longer pounded like a drum.
"Are you feeling any better?" Ron asked.
"Yeah." She nodded with a blush on her face.
"Don't eat too much during the shoot, or we'll be in big trouble."
"Yes, Dr. Sur." Urmila obeyed obediently.
"Call me Ron."
"Roroen Baba."
Hiss, Ron's men were in chaos and almost disrupted the rhythm.
This is his weakness, especially when women scream.
Oh, it seems he has too many weaknesses.
Bah, he just wanted to have Cao Pi and lust after her body.
"Urmila, Uttar Pradesh is different from South India. Don't apply the experience there here."
"Why?" she asked.
"The two places speak different languages, so it's normal for their perspectives to differ. Similarly, there are differences in our understanding of Durga. I'll talk to you about this in private later."
"Okay, Ron Baba, thank you for your hard work."
Don't be polite, he loves injections the most. Ron wanted to say something, but there was a knock on the door.
It was Mary. She said that Shiv had arrived with the crew and they needed to discuss the next shooting plan.
(End of this chapter)
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