Chapter 452 Leaving
After the bandit incident, Rukhmabai became the pride of Sander Village and the villagers loved her very much.
Her inspiring speech at the funeral won her the admiration and respect of the villagers.
That was her first and only time to play a public role in the village.
They admired her bravery and her perseverance.
Everyone knows that Ruhmab was devastated after suffering three miscarriages and the bad news that she would never be able to get pregnant again.
In traditional Indian concepts, giving birth to a child is a sacred thing for a woman.
If this power is taken away, it is tantamount to being abandoned by God.
She was heartbroken and obsessed with the shortcomings of her life.
The bandit incident helped her get out of her sadness and despair and return to her former strong, shrewd and cheerful self.
In this poor and simple village, everyone clearly remembers that the treasure of the village is its villagers.
Rukhmabai's amiable face bore the marks of a lifetime, and the wrinkles high in her cheeks served as dams to hold back her tears.
Whenever she was alone or concentrating on her work, the unspoken and unanswerable questions would make her plump red lips murmur.
There were always shallow wrinkles in the middle of her forehead and between her eyebrows, as if she was pondering the absurd and lamentable truths of life in those soft folds.
Every happiness has its troubles, every wealth has its price, every life has its end.
Ron thought of his mother, that hazy and gentle figure.
Just as he was sitting behind the house looking at the fields and reminiscing about the past, he felt something wet shaking beside him.
Ron turned his head and saw a big black buffalo, stretching out its big pink tongue to smother his face.
He was really scared and immediately jumped away screaming.
Seeing him embarrassed, Rukhmabai laughed out loud, but it was a good-natured laugh, frank and kind.
Anand and the others also laughed. Except for this beast, no one dared to treat Mr. Sur like this.
Rukhmabai led the buffalo away and tied it to a tree. She picked up her glass, squatted beside the belly of the black, curved-horned beast, and began to milk it.
The milky white milk sprayed directly into the glass. She was very skilled and after the glass was filled with milk, she handed it to Ron.
At the same time, she wiped the rim of the cup with a corner of her red cotton shawl.
Ron held the glass of freshly squeezed milk with a stunned expression.
Can this thing be drunk directly?
Shouldn't it be sterilized first and then processed?
In his previous life, he had enjoyed a comfortable life and knew that raw milk could not be drunk directly.
Especially when the location is set in India, it makes people even more suspicious.
The cup was warm in my hand and smelled of cow.
Ron always felt that there was something floating in the cup, and he hesitated and didn't dare to drink it.
He always felt that Pasteur, who invented the method of milk pasteurization, was standing behind him, looking down at the glass of milk over his shoulder.
He seemed to be saying: Well, sir, if I were you, I would boil that glass of milk before drinking it.
"Ron Baba, don't worry, it's clean." Anand smiled and shook his head.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I grew up drinking this milk."
No wonder you've grown into such a short guy, Ron complained secretly.
He turned to look at Ruhmabhai, who was looking at him lovingly, like a mother looking at her son.
Ron gulped down the prejudice, fear, and the glass of milk as quickly as possible.
The taste was not as bad as he expected. It was smooth and mellow, and the milk flavor that remained in his mouth had a hint of grass fragrance.
Not bad, Ron smacked his lips.
Ruhmabhai took the cup from his hand and squatted down to squeeze another one, but Ron quickly stopped him.
It's hard to refuse such a kind invitation, so I'll just have a drink, but it can't be eaten as a meal.
Ron would stay in Sander Village for a day at most and had to leave in the evening.
So he, accompanied by Anand and Kishan, circled around the village of Sunder.
The Golden Quadrilateral Highway will pass through here and go straight to New Delhi in the north.
Because it is a national highway, most of the village’s land will be expropriated.
He didn't haggle or try to lower the price.
He told Anand frankly that Sur Realty would compensate the entire village.
Before construction officially begins, there will be enough houses to accommodate the relocated villagers.
All of the buildings are made of cement, and were built by Sur Real Estate. Each household has a construction area of at least 60 square meters.
There are also pre-connected water and electricity, and each household has a faucet that can supply water for a very long time.
After the houses are built and the villagers move in, the current Sander Village will be demolished.
Homelessness will never happen, and each household will receive tens of thousands of rupees in cash compensation.
Sander Village was small, with only about 200 people. This amount of money was a drop in the bucket for Ron.
Anand excitedly told his father about Ron's plan, and the old man was also very happy.
He was certainly proud and unwilling to spend his son's money, but he enjoyed the benefits of the demolition project with a clear conscience.
The location of the new Sand Village will be jointly determined by the villagers and the people from Sur Real Estate, and Ron will not interfere with these details.
Of course, this great thing is only available in Sander Village.
Everything else should be done according to the rules, he is not a living Buddha.
Knowing that Ron would not stay here overnight and would leave in the evening, Ruhmabhai also started to get busy with her two daughters.
They prepared a sumptuous afternoon meal, and while they were eating, Ruhmabhai stood by, looking down at them like a parent.
La Ping is a large unleavened pancake that is fried in a pan with a little oil on a brazier.
The hot, freshly-cooked pancake is spread with Indian butter, sprinkled with a large spoonful of sugar, rolled into a tube, and eaten with your hands.
The burrito is so thick that you can barely hold it in your hand. It is eaten with a cup of hot and sweet milk tea.
Rukhmabai stared at them eating without blinking, whenever Ron or Anand showed the slightest sign of wanting to stop for breath.
She would poke them with her finger, or pat their heads or shoulders, to urge them to continue eating.
They chewed the frankly delicious food vigorously, but their cheeks were sore from eating so much.
Ron couldn't leave the table, so he could only steal glances at the young woman making pancakes, hoping that after eating three or four, the pancake in the pan would be their last.
While the sun was still high, Ron went to the fields to watch the villagers work.
Most of the crops grown here are corn, wheat, beans and cotton.
The working time is divided into two periods, each about three hours, with lunch and a nap in between.
Children and young women were responsible for bringing lunch, which was served on stainless steel plates.
Lunch is usually the family's usual naan bread, spiced and dal, mango chutney, raw onions, and lime juice.
After having lunch together, the man looked for a quiet and shady place to take a nap for about an hour.
When they go back to work, the men, who have eaten and rested well, continue to work with full energy until their elders tell them to stop.
The farmers then gathered on the main road and returned home, passing the fields they had sown and tended.
Along the way, everyone often laughed loudly and joked with each other.
In the village, men have almost nothing to do. Cooking, cleaning, washing clothes and even routine household maintenance are all done by women.
Most of the work is done by young women, with older women supervising.
On average, women in the village work four hours a day and spend most of their free time playing with their children.
Men in the village work six hours a day and an average of four days a week.
Planting and harvesting require special effort, but generally speaking, farmers here work less hours than men and women in the city.
Tsk, after all, it is the economically developed Maharashtra, and rural life here is much better than that in Uttar Pradesh.
At least from Ron's point of view, people here really live an idyllic life, working from sunrise to sunset.
Of course, the countryside is not a paradise, and some men, after working in the fields, are sent to tend cotton on rocky private land.
This is to make some extra money. After a day's work, I'm exhausted.
The rain may come early or late, and once the fields are submerged in water, they are often destroyed by insects and crop diseases.
Women have no chance to display their talents, and their talents are wasted quietly in the endless days.
Others watched bright and clever children slowly being wasted by time. If these children were born in a more lively place, they might have achieved greater success and made greater achievements.
But trapped in the village, all you know in your life is the village, the fields and the river.
Ron guessed that in the dead of night, there would always be men or women crying sadly because their lives were too miserable.
However, the atmosphere in Sander Village is ultimately one of more happiness than sighs.
As Anand said, the villagers really enjoyed singing and their faces were filled with smiles.
All the men and women are strong and healthy, and the grandparents are plump but not fat.
Parents are happy and healthy, and their children are strong, smart and lively.
Ron hadn't experienced this kind of pure country life for a long time, and he felt extremely relaxed.
The seasons cycle, the years go by. What comes from the earth eventually returns to it. What thrives and flourishes gradually fades away to be reborn.
The dark clouds in the sky slowly gathered together, as if lurking here, waiting for an opportunity to swoop down.
The rainy season has not yet passed, and now is the time to end it.
Ron left Sunder village in the evening, and Anand stayed behind, he would stay in his hometown for a few more days.
This guy used to always brag about how great the village was, but Ron usually scoffed at him.
However, after experiencing it personally this time, although there are some beautified parts, it is generally consistent with the facts.
The Indian subcontinent is truly amazing, and the rural areas in each place are different.
Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, Maharashtra, Goa, Tamil Nadu. The scenery along the way is breathtaking.
The rainy season is over and October is coming. Ron will have a lot to do again.
The Sunshine Smart City business district in New Delhi is about to open, followed by Mumbai.
You should also go to Bangalore to take a look. Sur Properties has branches almost all over India.
Almost all the money Ron earned in the past few years was invested in these properties.
Now the fruits are about to ripen and the harvest season is just around the corner.
But before that, he still has to go back to Mumbai.
The two children, Agalon and Ravi, are already of school age.
(End of this chapter)
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