Chapter 209 Red Wedding
Muna is so happy now that he feels like flying. His master has given him a task!
Muna is not afraid of working or enduring hardship, but he is afraid that his master will not assign him any tasks.
If a servant has no work to do, can he still be called a servant?
There is no such thing in the world.
Muna once dreamed of being free, but now he finds that there is nothing wrong with being a servant.
The prerequisite is to have a master like Mr. Suhr, who is the best master in the world.
If you don't believe me, just look at the 500 rupees in his pocket. He has never heard of any master giving his servant so much money.
Oh my God, the master actually asked me to convey his blessings and wish his brother a happy wedding!
Muna wanted to get down on his knees and kiss his toes, but unfortunately his master didn't like that.
Look, he is the best master in the world, this is another proof.
Muna did not forget his mission, which was to find out the news about the King of Mirzapur.
Well, this happened by the way.
What he really needed to do was to keep an eye on the movements of the nearby villages, especially those outside Kana Village.
Any rumors or gossip must be reported to the owner immediately.
Muna is full of confidence and he is familiar with everything around him.
But the most important thing now is my brother's wedding, and this time it's finally their turn to take advantage.
His grandmother Rutu was very cunning and refused to give in when discussing dowry, which made Yadav angry and anxious.
In the end, their family won a great victory, and the dowry was so generous that it made Muna drool.
Five thousand rupees in cash, all in brand new notes, freshly withdrawn from the bank.
A Hero bicycle and a thick gold necklace for his brother Raja.
Make a lot of money!
Not only was he able to easily repay the high-interest loan from the tea shop owner, he also had quite a bit of surplus left.
Yadav is worthy of being the largest caste in Uttar Pradesh. It is unbelievable that they can come up with such a large dowry.
Muna walked into the house, stepped over a horrifying pile of cow dung, and heard the chattering of his aunts from a distance.
Some of them were feeding cattle, some were winnowing grain, and some were sitting on the ground, staring at another woman's scalp, carefully searching for traces of lice, and then pinching them to death one by one with their fingernails.
As they were talking, they suddenly stopped what they were doing, and Muna knew it was time for a quarrel.
Sure enough, the women exchanged a few swear words and then started throwing metal bottles and cans at each other.
Then they tore each other's hair, but after a while they kissed the back of their hands and then touched each other's cheeks to show that they had reconciled.
This is the daily life of rural women in North India, where quarreling is their only pleasure.
The men were busy with their own affairs in the distance and didn't care about these things.
The women used to quarrel like this when they were away from home, working in the city. They still quarreled like this at home, no matter what.
"Muna, come and help." His brother Raja called him over to carry the wine.
My sister Lina got married a few days ago, and there was still some wine left over from the wedding.
Grandma Lutu was firmly against buying new ones, so the leftover wine from the table came in handy.
"Did you see that girl?" Muna asked his brother secretly.
"I took a quick look in the room. It's not ugly."
"Is the actress in the Durga movie I saw last time pretty?"
"Of course not."
"So, do you like it?"
Raja choked, then smiled and patted Muna, "Grandma said it's your turn next."
Muna blushed for the first time, but he wasn't really thinking about that. He was simply longing for the generous dowry.
"Tomorrow night, our whole family will have a good drink." Raja said with a smile.
"Drinking is so nice." Muna licked his lips.
The last time his cousin Lina got married, he got drunk for the first time. Only a few days had passed, and he already vaguely missed the aroma of alcohol.
Time quickly came to the next afternoon, and almost the entire village of Kana went out.
The young men in the village found a donkey from somewhere, let Raja sit on the donkey's back, and then led the donkey to the next village.
The wedding held by the Yadav family was even more grand than that of her cousin Lina. A black tape recorder played movie music, and people drank and danced all night long!
Raja was drunk and staggering, Muna was staggering, and his uncles were also drunk and could not open their eyes.
But they could still walk, and they were going to take the bride back to the village, where there would be a celebration.
In traditional Indian weddings, there is also something similar to a sedan chair, where the bride sits on it and is carried by the young men of the Kana village.
Raja sat on the donkey, with Muna following beside him, and a large group of people beat drums and gongs, sang and danced.
There was a beeping of a car horn in the distance, but it was drowned out by the music.
"Rambai, there is a wedding procession ahead and the road is blocked." The young man driving turned around and said.
"Getting married? Is there anyone getting married in this damn place?"
"Look at those slutty women, all of them are shaking their hips." The little follower smiled obscenely.
"Rambai, teach them a lesson," another follower urged.
Ram licked his lips and shook his head, "Let's go, guys."
He approached the celebrating crowd with a gloomy look on his face, and none of the men, women, or children noticed him approaching.
Ram listened to the noisy drumbeats in his ears, put his hands on his hips and lowered his head.
Suddenly, he waved his hands and joined the group of people shaking their hips.
The painting style changed so quickly that the two little followers were stunned for a moment before they shouted and cheered.
They treated it like a dance hall and had a wild party, and Ram was a master at it.
His movements were exaggerated and obscene. He would circle around women, straighten his back and stick out his tongue.
Finally someone noticed him and stepped forward gently, "Dude, don't get so excited."
"Get out, idiot!" Ram cursed angrily.
"Wait, who are you?" The visitor then realized that the young man was not from Kana Village.
"Who am I?" Ram, his interest disturbed, silently pulled out a pistol from his waist. "Who do you say I am?"
"Oh my God, don't do this!" The villagers in front of him were trembling with fear.
"Come on, bastard, keep jumping," Ram laughed, holding the pistol.
The beating of drums, trumpets, and songs from the radio continued, the surrounding celebrating crowd completely oblivious to the interlude.
The man being pointed at by the gun could only dance again with a bitter face under Ram's gaze.
"Haha!" Ram and his little followers laughed wildly.
They held bottles of wine in their hands, and after each took a big gulp, Ram simply fired a few shots into the air to liven up the atmosphere.
The villager in front of him was Muna's uncle. After hearing the gunshot, he didn't dare to stop. He forced a smile and continued to twist his hips.
Bang bang bang, Ram fired a few more shots. He loved the feeling of being domineering.
Muna in the crowd suddenly shuddered, he seemed to hear gunshots.
He was very familiar with this sound. Crow had fired that shot right in front of him.
The sound of drums and trumpets faded, and the crowd gradually quieted down. They all heard the gunshots.
Muna tried to squeeze through, but suddenly something warm dripped onto his arm.
He turned his head and widened his eyes. It was blood.
Not only on his arms, but also on the donkey he was leading, reddish-brown, covering the donkey's gray fur.
Muna looked up in a daze. Raja's right eye was black and blood was flowing all over half of his face.
The Raja staggered and then fell headfirst onto the donkey.
"Hmm, hmm," the donkey brayed twice, then ran away carrying the corpse.
The crowd screamed in fear and dispersed in the blink of an eye.
The little followers looked at each other, their eyes somewhat evasive.
Ram rubbed his forehead with his pistol in frustration. Just when his followers thought they were going home, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Look, no one is blocking the way now."
He also wants to go to Chandauli, where there is a girl waiting for him to take advantage of her.
The car roared past the entrance of Wana village, and when it passed the mine, Ram fired two more shots at it.
He is the son of Mirzapur, and apart from his father, he is the king here.
Ron was awakened before dawn by news from the mine that someone was injured there.
He lived on the Crow's former estate, not far from the mines.
After instructing Anil to drive over quickly, he saw a large crowd gathered there.
Ratan had arrived earlier. He happened to get up early to go hunting, and then met the worker who informed him on the way.
"How's it going?" Ron hurried over.
"Gunshot wound." Ratan gestured.
"Gunshot wound?" Ron was stunned. He thought it was an accident in the mine.
He didn't hear clearly just now because he was in a daze, which made him extremely nervous.
If the mine collapses, that would be a big trouble.
"How did he get a gunshot wound?" Ron squatted down to check on the worker.
He was shot in the calf, but luckily the bone was not broken.
"Sir, I was patrolling on the ore pile when I felt a stab wound to my leg and then I rolled down from the top."
The worker had a sad face and cried out in pain. He had suffered a completely unprovoked disaster.
"Don't talk for now, I'll help you treat your wound." Ron was already very good at this kind of work.
In India, you can always encounter all kinds of accidents, especially among the poor, who get injured for a variety of reasons.
Among them, trauma is the most common, and it is also the area where Ron is best at.
He even felt that his surgical skills were comparable to those of real experts.
The workers watching here widened their eyes. They never knew their boss had such a trick.
He is a Brahmin, yet he is willing to treat people of low castes.
Most of the workers here are Shudras, and Vaishyas are a minority, so they cannot afford to see a doctor.
Ron's dazzling movements made them dare not even breathe.
The injured worker had no anesthesia and could only bite the towel and endure the pain of stitches.
In more than half an hour, everything was done.
"My master is a famous doctor in Mumbai! Mumbai, you know, Garuda!" Anil boasted proudly.
"It's a miracle doctor!", "A miracle doctor!", the crowd whispered.
"Do you know what my master's last name, Sur, means? The Sun God!"
"Surya!", "Surya!"
"Go away." Ron waved his hand. If he didn't stop them, these people would come over and touch his feet again.
After comforting the workers and having him carried back to have a good rest, Ron and Ratan walked aside.
"What's going on?"
"Someone saw a white SUV passing by here, and that's when the gunshots were heard."
"Off-road vehicle?" Ron frowned. Was this someone seeking revenge, or was he deliberately looking for trouble?
"Don't worry, I've sent people to investigate. If anyone dares to touch my people, I'll put a few holes in his head." Ratan's face was fierce.
"Don't be impulsive. You must find out the other party's background. We..."
Ron had just finished speaking when he saw Muna and several others carrying a stretcher and rushing over here.
(End of this chapter)
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