Chapter 371 First Marriage
Ron didn't expect that Kavia's family was so wealthy. No wonder she could afford a BMW 7 Series.
This is two to three thousand acres of salt fields, it's really huge.
The Sur family is considered a wealthy family in Uttar Pradesh, and their arable land of various types adds up to several hundred acres.
As a result, compared with Kavya's house, it is nothing and is nearly ten times smaller.
Moreover, the salt business is much better than making a living from the land. One is a businessman and the other is a farmer.
Putting aside Ron's career, Kavia's family background is more prominent than that of the Sur family.
Well, he is marrying above his station.
The Kavya family's manor is very magnificent, and even the road signs outside are carved from marble.
The car drove for a full five minutes from entering the gate to arriving at the lobby.
Needless to say, this also easily killed Ron's old manor in seconds, a 360-degree all-round kill.
Her parents and family were waiting outside early, and there were about 20 to 30 people in the family.
What else was there to say? Ron walked over one by one and touched the elders' feet.
You have to have this attitude even though you got someone's daughter pregnant.
Her parents actually looked unhappy. As a Brahmin family, it was too shameful for her to get pregnant before marriage.
Although they live in the countryside, their influence in Tamil Nadu is not weak at all, especially since Jayalalithaa has been the Chief Minister for so many years.
Fortunately, Ron was responsible and not only did he immediately express his desire to marry Kaavia, but his elders from his hometown were also on their way.
As a super-rich businessman who has become famous in the Indian subcontinent, being able to achieve this is a great honor for them.
Jayalalithaa had done a lot of work on her brother and sister-in-law's side beforehand, and the whole family finally accepted their marriage.
Now that they were meeting, and Ron was so polite, the remaining resentment in the old couple's hearts was mostly gone.
They smiled and touched Ron's shoulders, blessing the marriage.
The courtyard was bustling with activity. Kaavia's brothers came over to greet Ron, while her sisters-in-law pulled Kaavia over to ask her questions. Their eyes lingered on her belly, and they joked from time to time, the whole family enjoying themselves.
Kavya has three older brothers, all of whom are married. They are obviously more enthusiastic than the two elders and don't care much about the pregnancy before marriage.
After all, we are young people, so we are more open-minded. Especially because of business, we travel around a lot, so we are quite knowledgeable.
Besides, Ron came to our house sincerely and even held the wedding in Tamil Nadu. Isn’t that enough?
Well, they didn't know Ron also had a wedding in New Delhi.
Neither Ron, Jayalalitha, nor Kavya wisely mentioned this matter.
The Rigyang family is not a country rich family, they want to save face.
Ron is not brave enough to convince everyone to accept this kind of marriage between one person from the south and one from the north.
The older the family, the more it values reputation.
If he dares to get angry with you, no matter how rich you are, it will be useless.
So with the tacit understanding of the three of them, their wedding was quickly arranged in Kavya's hometown.
Everyone thought that the sooner this happened, the better, because if it was delayed any longer, the sari would not be able to cover Kavya's growing belly.
Just because they forgave Ron didn't mean they were willing to make this "scandal" public.
So the wedding was prepared in just one week.
My second uncle and his family, who came all the way from Uttar Pradesh, also arrived in a hurry.
"Boy, are you sure this is okay?" Aditya pulled him aside.
"The most important people have already been dealt with. In a few years, even if they find out, they won't react too much."
"After you get married, take care of your family and stop messing around with other women."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"It's a good thing you didn't go into politics, otherwise, just for this reason, you would never become a member of parliament."
"Second uncle, you can learn from Aunt Kavya. If you stay single, you might become the Chief Minister."
"roll!"
If he wasn't about to be a groom, Aditya would have wanted to hit him on the back of the head.
The wedding held in the manor was very lively. The area covering several hectares was packed.
Well, the so-called low-key is only relative to the city.
Invite all the aunts and uncles in the family, wow, hundreds of people.
Adding some influential people nearby, there might be thousands of people.
Both Ron and Kavya are Brahmins, so their wedding was naturally held according to Hindu traditions.
Not to mention the various complicated ceremonies, the most interesting thing is that Ron, as the groom, was dressed up like a traditional prince.
Not only did he wear a prince's hat on his head, but he also rode a tall white horse.
Everything, including the car, was decorated very gorgeously.
Then, just like the ancient weddings in Dongda, Ron rode on his horse to greet the bride who was sitting in the pavilion.
Kaavia was particularly beautiful today, even Ron was stunned by her.
Why? Because she usually dressed in Western style, and today was the first time Ron saw her wearing traditional bridal attire.
Her whole body is glittering with gold, and various jewelry competes for attention. Coupled with her bright eyes, white teeth and big red lips, a slight turn of her eyes can make your heart tremble.
As a bride, she also had her hands painted with the unique makeup of Indian women.
After the elders’ blessing ceremony, the banquet fell into a sea of joy.
How do Indians celebrate weddings? Dancing!
Everyone danced, and not in a random way.
The sisters danced in groups, the brothers danced in groups, the sisters-in-law and aunts danced in groups, and even Ron and Kaavia wanted to dance.
There was no stopping the celebrations, which continued till late into the night.
The celebration continued on the second and third days. People seemed to have temporarily forgotten their mundane affairs and completely relaxed themselves and immersed themselves in the celebration.
After the wedding was finally over, Ron lay in bed and didn't even want to move, let alone Kavia who was pregnant.
"How is it, baby, is he being naughty?" He gently stroked her belly.
"It's only been three months and it's not formed yet?" Kavya smiled and slapped his hand away.
"At least there's a heartbeat." He leaned over and listened.
In fact, I couldn't hear anything. It was still a bud at that time and was unusually quiet.
"When are you going back?" Kavya threaded her fingers into his hair.
"Um?"
“Delhi.”
"Let's talk about it in a month. I'll go back to Mumbai first."
“You’re going to stay in Tamil Nadu for that long?”
"Yes, stay with the baby." Ron kissed her belly.
Kavya paused, her eyes reddening.
She felt aggrieved after all.
"Take me to the saltworks again tomorrow. I've never seen them before."
"good."
Ron is very busy. He receives all kinds of calls every day. From friends, companies, officials, and family.
There are so many things to do, especially with so many businesses, that I am busy almost all the time.
However, he still stayed in the countryside of Chennai and stayed with Kavya for a full month.
She was pregnant and couldn't travel far, so Ron treated this as a honeymoon.
Every day he would either stroll with her in the garden or go to the salt fields outside, just like a traditional young Tamil couple.
Kavya feels that this period is the happiest time in her life, even more relaxed than when she was in Mumbai.
As for Ron, he would go to the salt pan whenever he had free time. It was very tight.
He also gave a lot of suggestions to Kavya's brothers, such as which processes are suitable for modern operations, how to expand production, etc.
He started out as a factory owner and knows exactly how to scale up operations.
Several of my brothers-in-law were tempted, but they were afraid of investing too much and ending up with losses.
Ron waved his hand, indicating that he would be responsible for the renovation plan and equipment.
When their profits increase in the future, they can pay it back slowly.
Well, the main thing is to give my brother-in-law some sweet treats first, so that when the truth comes out later, he won’t forget our friendship.
This amount of money is nothing to him.
Besides, if her parents' life is better, he, as the son-in-law, can also have an easier time.
Ron was most afraid that all his relatives would rush to Mumbai and ask him to help find jobs.
Not to mention, with the Indians' family-oriented concept, they take this kind of thing for granted.
Instead of worrying about these things, it is better to formalize the salt field and make it a real business.
As the business developed and they became extremely busy, they had no time to think about those little tricks.
Sure enough, after hearing that Ron was going to take on the responsibility, the brothers-in-law all smiled happily.
He calls me brother-in-law all the time and is so affectionate.
Oh, Mr. Sur is my brother-in-law. The feeling is indescribable.
In addition to providing advice on the salt fields, Ron occasionally goes to see the agriculture in Tamil Nadu out of curiosity.
Not all of Kavya's family's land is used for salt drying, only the land near the sea is used.
The farmland further in was still used for growing crops, but it was all rice, with almost no other grains.
What surprised him was that rice in Tamil could be harvested three times a year. What was even more strange was that the harvest and sowing took place on the same piece of land, which was quite interesting.
Literally, on one side of a large field people are still planting rice, while on the other side they are harvesting.
Half is green, and the other half is hung with golden rice ears.
This is because the climate in Tamil is suitable for sowing at any time and anywhere. There is no need to distinguish between seasons.
As soon as the rice was harvested, people came to plow the fields and plant rice seedlings, without wasting a single day.
When transplanting rice seedlings, the people of Dongda University like to use a rope as a reference and then plant the seedlings neatly.
It’s different in Tamil, people here can penetrate wherever they want.
It looks messy, and I guess the harvest isn't that good either.
The harvesting process is similar to that of Dongda University. The harvested wheat is piled on the roadside and finally moved back.
They are either transported by ox carts or carried back to the village on the farmers' heads.
Threshing is done entirely by hand, usually by grabbing the rice stalks and swinging them against the ground, or by stepping on them.
After drying, winnowing the grain is also a manual labor, and people mostly use large square fans made of coconut leaves to provide wind power.
One person threw rice into the air, and the other person fanned the falling rice hard.
After the debris is blown away, the sifted rice is placed on stones and beaten with a mortar to remove the husks.
It can be said that the entire agricultural process, from sowing, harvesting, threshing and rice milling, is all original ecological operation.
The only metal tool used was the sickle for harvesting.
Ron asked them why they didn't mechanize the work, but his brothers-in-law didn't care.
The land is for the serfs to farm, so why should they worry about anything? They just need to take the commission in the end.
No wonder India’s agriculture has not developed much in recent years. Landlords don’t care about efficiency at all.
The farmers would like to use machines, but they don't have the money to buy them.
So things came to a dead end, and after so many years, India's agricultural production is still very primitive.
After spending a full month in Tamil, Ron set off for Mumbai.
New Delhi is indeed pressing for a resolution, but matters in Mumbai cannot be delayed.
Suer Electric's pager is almost finalized, and he has to go and take a look.
The mobile base stations of telecommunications companies are also in trouble and need to be resolved urgently.
(End of this chapter)
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