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Chapter 124 It’s so cold, let’s play in the mud

Walking in the fields, Mo Gui had an unexpectedly good feeling about the country of Bharat in this world.

Because there is no industrial Cthulhu in this world, Barat, with its unique geographical location and huge demographic dividend, reaped the benefits during the Cold War when the People's Revolutionary League and the United States were in confrontation!

It coaxed both sides, giving them money and technology. It even turned a blind eye to the fact that it had annexed Pakistan, which had separated from the British Confederation and lived separately, and lived a very comfortable life.

By the time the People's Revolutionary League was dissolved and the Northern Union was established, Bharat had become the overlord of South Asia, and even the United States had difficulty suppressing it.

Due to the large-scale industrial transfer, although Bharat's industry is not complete, it has the final say in the entire South Asia. Instead, it uses its own industrial chain to interfere in the internal affairs of other South Asian countries, thus integrating the national power in South Asia in disguised form.

In addition, the prevalence of Brahmanism in the entire South Asian region has created a strong religious cohesion that the Pope of Christ is extremely envious of, and other religions are being suffocated.

During the few days that Mogui had sneaked into Bharat, he had already witnessed several incidents of Brahmins and believers of other religions fighting each other and burning down temples and churches. They did not give any face to other religions at all!
"This little village is quite peaceful."

[Because it's night now, why not sleep? ]

"Hey, you don't understand. It's said that a dark and windy night is the best time to kill someone. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. It's easier to do things at night!"

Mo Gui's tone was full of contempt for the World Tree's inability to understand humans' nightlife. If they didn't seek pleasure and do evil things at night, what else were they doing with the night?
Sleep? Can't you sleep during the day? You can't daydream!

As a tree, it keeps the good habits of plants, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. It really cannot understand this night life. Even in its heyday, when the sun and the moon were around, it would turn off the lights and sleep at the right time. Why is it so busy at night? It has to go to work!
Walking on the country road, Mo Gui saw a group of men holding torches, surrounding a few women with veils covering their faces, walking out of the village in a mighty procession.

Mo Gui pointed at them and said, "Look, the evening's entertainment show is here!"

With a chuckle, Mo Gui, who had already turned into a local, followed the crowd and blended into the crowd. There were dozens or even hundreds of men in the crowd, but there were only three women in the middle. Mo Gui was a little suspicious. Could this group of people be having a movie party?
The torches are so bright, isn't this shadow party too revealing?

There is one thing in common between Bharat and India in previous lives, that is, the status of women is equally low.

However, the GDP of Bharat is still slightly higher because the industry here is better developed. Factories that require a large number of workers provide a large number of jobs for women, although the development prospects of these women are not as good as those of men.

However, having independent economic income means having independent personal rights, and the status of women is still slightly raised.

At least cases of forced connection here are not as frequent as in the past life, at least not as frequent in the news.

"Hey guys, where are we going?"

The man who was questioned by Mo Gui looked at Mo Gui with a strange expression and asked back: "Brother, you are from another place."

"Yes, I came here to attend the funeral. My uncle died."

Mogui has no uncle. He doesn't even know his parents in this world. Where can he find his uncle? Even if he does have one, he won't be from Barat.

"Your uncle! What's your uncle's name?"

"Are you surprised? Life and death are determined by fate. We haven't been in touch for many years. I just came here to have a meal."

Mo Gui noticed something strange. Could it be that someone had just died in this place?

"Don't worry about that. First tell me what your dead uncle's name was!"

The man seemed very anxious, and while he spoke, he kept glancing at the three women in the crowd.

"Oh, no problem. My uncle's name is Wo Zai Dong Bei·Wan Ni Ba, and mine is Wo Da Lian·No Fake. These names sound nice, don't they?"

The lyrics of a song he had heard before suddenly popped up in Mo Gui's mind, and he just said the homonym. After all, the two worlds had different languages, so he was not afraid of being exposed.

It doesn't matter if it's exposed. The worst that can happen is that we can just get rid of these people.

"You are Wan Ni Ba's nephew!"

The man's loud shout attracted everyone's attention, as if he was some big celebrity.

No, do you really have someone called Wan Ni Ba here?
You have all these surnames. Your castes are really rich!
"Since you are Wan Ni Ba's nephew, let's go together. There is one last step in his funeral, and you just happened to arrive in time."

“Elder Pujati, is this okay?”

"Sure. Let's go."

The elder, who was as skinny as a ghost but had glowing eyes, spoke, and Mo Gui was surrounded by the crowd and was carried forward with the three women.

Mo Gui did not object, he was interested in this matter!

Anyway, these people can't hurt him, so why not experience the local funeral culture?
After trekking through mountains and crossing rivers and walking for most of the night, the group finally reached their destination. There was a group of people busy at the scene. A huge bonfire was being built and a corpse wrapped in white cloth was waiting to be cremated on the bonfire.

“Does cremation require traveling so far?”

"This is the family cemetery of the Wanniba family, don't you know?"

"Why aren't you crying anymore? Keep crying, the funeral isn't over yet."

"These three women have been crying all the way. If they stop crying now, are they giving my uncle face? Cry! Cry louder!"

Mo Gui's remarks made everyone look sideways. They didn't expect that this newly arrived nephew was so filial. It was worth it!

In fact, Mo Gui was annoyed by the fact that these three women cried all the way. Since they like crying so much, they might as well cry throughout the whole process.

At this time, a plump beauty in gorgeous mourning clothes came with the elder Pugatti. As soon as the woman opened her mouth, Mogui was overwhelmed.

"You are Wan Niba's nephew, right? Are you willing to accept us as your concubines?" Is there such a good thing?

Is there a custom in Bharat to give a stranger a woman? I have never heard of it!

Of course, this kind of good thing is... "I refuse."

"I'm here to attend a funeral, not to get married. I don't even know you guys, so why should I accept you?"

"Don't you know? It seems that there is no such custom in your family."

Elder Pugatti saw that Mogui didn't know the rules and explained, "In our place, when a husband dies, his barren wife and concubines need to be cremated with him to prove their chastity, unless there are blood relatives of the husband who are willing to accept them and let them continue to carry on the bloodline of the husband's family."

Oh! When the elder brother dies, the younger brother inherits. When the father dies, the son inherits, right?

Isn't this a nomadic custom? What does it have to do with you Brahmans? When did you develop such a custom?

At this time, the plump beauty grabbed Mo Gui's hand, pulled him aside and whispered.

"Wan Ni Ba has a fortune. If you save me, I can let you inherit half of it."

"you are?"

"I am Wan Niba's wife, and your aunt."

"Oh, so you are infertile?"

"No, I have a daughter, but they don't recognize her inheritance rights."

Ah! This is the Bharat where women have a low status! After wandering around the big city for a few days, Mogui almost thought that the Bharat in this world was a country that had eliminated religious bad habits.

A smile appeared on Mogui's face. He was happy that his understanding was accurate, but in the eyes of Mrs. Deepika, the meaning of this smile was completely different.

As Wan Ni Ba's legal wife, she of course knew that her husband had no nephews living outside, only two nieces. At this time when women were forced to be buried alive, those two nieces would not dare to come back. This person was a complete imposter, and now he was able to get the advantage, and he was smiling so disgustingly!

This is prejudice. Mo Gui has very high requirements for his disguise. The appearance may be rough or feminine, but it cannot be ugly!

Mrs. Deepika simply felt that Mogui's smile was ugly because she was about to commit herself to this liar.

"No problem, I promise to save you."

After laughing, Mogui gave Deepika an OK sign. What a hero saving a beauty. I’m an expert at this!
He walked up to the Pujati elder and said, "Please perform the ceremony quickly. I can't wait to see them celebrate for my uncle!"

Is this what you call saving people? You bastard!

Deepika gritted her teeth and wanted to eat this bastard who made her mood go up and down!

The other three women also burst into tears. Their lifeline had become a death warrant, and they had no choice but to die.

Mo Gui said he would definitely save the people, but he didn’t say how!

Pujati looked at the women with pity and sighed heavily.

As an old man in the village, a secluded ascetic, he knew the people in the village very well. He could tell at a glance that Mogui was a fake, but he didn't expose him because he hoped Mogui could save Deepika and the others.

The reason was naturally not because he was related to them by blood, or how much money and property they gave him, but because he felt that doing so was not conducive to the population growth of the village.

Women of their prime years should be allowed to continue giving birth. What's the point of using them as burial companions? What a waste!

Unfortunately, he couldn't change the rules. There was a reasonable loophole that he could exploit, but Mo Gui was unwilling to do so, so there was nothing he could do.

There is no point in exposing Mo Gui's identity at this time. Refusing to accept the concubine left by the elders means refusing to inherit the estate. It is meaningless to expose it at this time. No one is greedy for money, so what can you say?
At most we can drive Mogui away, but this still cannot prevent people from being buried alive with their dead. It's useless!
"Elder, the ceremony is ready."

"Well, let's get started."

Since we can't stop it, we can only follow the rules. Elder Pugatti began to chant, the bonfire was lit, and the aroma of barbecue gradually filled the venue.

"Ah, I'm craving steak."

Mo Gui was not really hungry, he just wanted to eat.

The top of the bonfire began to collapse, which meant that the man's body had been cremated and it was time to start the burial.

"Don't worry, auntie. I will save you. Just go with peace of mind."

Mogui was seeing them off. Deepika looked at Mogui angrily. After glaring at him for a few times, she suddenly felt relieved. She was going to die, so why would she remember so much? These had nothing to do with her.

Fortunately, she transferred a sum of property to her daughter who was studying in college outside in advance, otherwise her daughter would not inherit any property and would not even be able to pay the tuition. I hope her daughter will not return to this village and can find a good husband outside!

"Let's go."

Sighing, Deepika took the lead and walked towards the bonfire, and the other three had to follow. The wife who gave birth to a daughter was buried with the bonfire, and if the concubines did not go in, they would have to be thrown in.

Through the reserved empty door, the four people walked into the campfire. The screams continued, and the sound was so pleasant to the ears!
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