I am a master in India

Chapter 206 Country Rats
Muna feels like she's living in paradise right now!

Not only did he not die, he is alive and well.

The wound on his waist kept him bedridden for almost two months, but he eventually survived.

He had to thank the miraculous medicine his master had left behind; it had saved him from being shot. Aside from the medicine, Muna couldn't think of anything else that could save him.

In my memory, I had a playmate when I was a child. He died from diarrhea.

Diarrhea can be fatal in Kana village, let alone being shot.

To express his gratitude for the divine medicine bestowed upon him by his master, Muna prays to the 36 million Hindu gods every morning, asking them to bless his master.

He had every reason to do so, after all, his master had saved him and given him a job.

Yes, Muna is now guarding the mine for the Sur family.

He lived in a newly built mud house at the foot of the mountain, a place that was incredibly spacious.

There was enough food for him and another servant to eat, and sometimes they could even have a nice meal, such as rice with chili curry and boneless chicken pieces.

Muna had never experienced a life where he could have chicken every week. It felt like being a king, eating chicken every week and even licking his fingers afterwards.

The house he lived in still had a roof, and yes, he did share a room with a perpetually gloomy fellow named Dorji, who was another caretaker left there by the Sur family.

Dorji slept on a large bed, while Muna slept on the floor under the bed.

Even so, a room with a roof still has a roof.

It's much better than him sleeping on the dirt road outside the tea shop, where Muna hasn't slept at home for a long time.

A dozen or so people shared a single thatched hut. At night, the women slept huddled together, their intertwined legs resembling those of a millipede.

The men slept in another corner of the room, and the whole family lived together.

Muna was constantly woken up at night by various rustling sounds, so she eventually moved outside the tea shop.

Now he's great, he sleeps in a house with a roof and can eat chicken that only kings eat.

Most importantly, Muna got something that the people of Kana had always dreamed of and valued most: a uniform! A khaki uniform!

Vicha's success as a bus ticket seller is evident to all in Kana village.

That khaki uniform is proof that he lived like a human being.

Now Muna is acting like a normal person; he patrols the riverbank every day in his uniform.

His reflection was mirrored in the river, a shadow of someone in a khaki uniform.

As it leaves, so does the rest of the animal.

Muna walked back and forth along the river more than a dozen times, just to get a good look at herself in her khaki uniform.

If only he had another whistle, he would be even more impressive than Vicha.

Huh? Standing by the river, Muna suddenly noticed a large cloud of dust rising in the distance.

Trucks! Countless trucks. Muna had never seen so many trucks in his life.

His legs trembled uncontrollably with fear. Could this be helpers sent by the crow's relatives? They've come for revenge!

Muna instinctively reached for the whistle on his chest, but grasped nothing.

He then realized that he didn't have a whistle; that was his dream.

"Dorje! Dorje!" Muna shouted as she ran back.

The commotion seemed to have been heard at the mine as well, and many people ran out, with Dorje standing at the front.

"Dorje, it's a crow."

With a thud, Dorji kicked Muna to the ground.

"Don't talk nonsense, it was the young master who brought people here."

Master? Muna jumped up with a start, ignoring the footprints on his khaki uniform.

The trucks were getting closer and closer, and not just trucks, but also many monstrous behemoths, as tall as the buildings in the manor.

But Muna's entire focus was on the Civic at the front; he recognized it, having seen it before at the tea shop.

The rumbling truck drove to the foot of the hill, the dust settled, and the Civic's door opened.

"Master!" Muna rushed over almost as soon as the boots touched the ground.

He lay on the ground, wanting to kiss the tips of his master's shoes, but afraid of getting the boots dirty.

Finally, Muna kissed the patch of mud in front of his shoe; it tasted of dry limestone powder, bitter.

"Huh, you're all better now?" Ron looked at the boy on the ground in surprise.

“Master, it was the miraculous medicine you left behind that saved me,” Muna squatted there, answering as cheerfully as a dog.

"Get up, Muna. Your name is Muna, isn't it?"

“Yes, Master, you remember me!” Muna exclaimed even more joyfully.

“You’re lucky.” Ron was genuinely a little surprised.

In a godforsaken place like Uttar Pradesh, getting a gunshot wound is no joke. Muna is from a low caste, and his living conditions are hardly better than those of a stray dog ​​on the street.

"Master, while you were away, the mine..."

With a snap, Dorje pushed Muna to the back, saying, "Young Master, not a single stone is missing from the mine."

“Well done. From today onwards, the mine will be taken over by someone else.”

"Young Master, please feel free to assign me any tasks!" Dorje was overjoyed, finally able to leave this godforsaken place.

There's no village or shop in sight, and even getting a cup of tea requires a long journey. He's clearly the second driver for the old house, yet he's left here to guard the mine—what a waste!

Muna, however, was not happy. All he knew was that the mine no longer needed anyone to guard it.

Will he still be able to live in a house with a roof, and still be able to eat rice with chili curry and boneless chicken nuggets once a week?
Ron ignored the two servants' thoughts and was discussing the next construction plan with the construction team.

The 30 million rupees from the Bank of Mumbai have all been used to buy building materials, which are now piled up on the open ground of the mine. The 70 million rupees from the Uttar Pradesh Bank are also going through the approval process, and the next step, of course, is to start construction, with mining being the first step.

As early as last month, geological experts completed the exploration and found that the limestone reserves in Kana Village exceeded 100 million tons, making it a truly large mine.

Because of its abundant reserves and relatively open terrain, the mine can be directly mined in the open.

Besides the trucks, there were also those monsters Muna had just seen: drilling rigs, excavators, loaders, and crushers.
Most of these are imported goods; some were bought, and some were rented.

Ron's remaining funds are insufficient to handle all the equipment. The 100 million rupees need to be spent wisely, such as building a cement plant.

Mining is relatively simple, mainly involving roads and transportation.

The equipment that arrived today is all in preparation for the initial mining operations.

For example, clearing vegetation and leveling the land. First, use bulldozers and road rollers to establish transport channels to facilitate the entry and exit of heavy equipment.

The next steps involve blasting, mining, and crushing, which are not technically very difficult.

India has limited mechanization capabilities, so mining operations still rely on manual labor and handcarts to transport the ore.

It's a bit slow, but it's cheap.

Uttar Pradesh is full of farmers, and there are plenty of people to do it.

We'll install mechanized equipment when we have more money later.

Otherwise, 100 million rupees wouldn't be enough to set up a cement plant, and 500 million rupees would be more appropriate, including the mine.

Transportation wouldn't be too troublesome, and Ron planned to build the cement plant on this vacant land.

The limestone from the mine is simply crushed and then sent to the cement plant for further processing.

The cement plant has also been designed, covering an area of ​​approximately one hundred acres.

This mine, along with the surrounding farmland, used to belong to crows and honey badgers.

Now that the two beasts are dead, Ron naturally accepts the land without hesitation, no matter how much land the cement plant occupies.

As for what to do with the farmers who used to farm? With mines and cement plants, why bother farming? They all come to work in the factories.

At Ron's command, the rumbling monsters trembled and started moving.

The mine and cement plant were built at the same time, and the farmland, still sprouting green shoots, was flattened by bulldozers.

Local farmers came running from afar, crying and wailing, but were quickly driven away by the Suer family.

In principle, they were already Ron's slaves. How the land was used was entirely up to Ron.

Notifications are a waste of time.

See, that's one of the good things about being a landowner in Uttar Pradesh.

There was no mobilization, land requisition, or compensation.

In other countries, a land acquisition process that could drag on for years is simply a matter of a single word from the landowner in India.

The life or death of farmers can be considered last or not at all; it's not important.

Seeing that more and more farmers were coming, Luo En sent people down to publicize the requisition notice.

The land is for the Su family to build a cement factory. They shouldn't plant sugarcane or anything like that anymore.

Don't worry about not having food; everyone will come to the cement factory to work as workers from now on.

You can come today. See those pebbles on the ground? Clean them all up. Ten rupees per household per day!

This is enough to cover the living expenses of a family in a rural area of ​​India for two days.

They use paisley as the unit of measurement for their purchases, not rupees.

The dark-skinned, thin farmers were skeptical; such a "high salary" sounded somewhat unbelievable.

Whether they believe it or not, the fact remains that tracts of farmland have been bulldozed, and there is no room for negotiation.

There are only two options: accept or back down. There is no third option.

"Brother, you're still too kind-hearted!" Ratan couldn't stand it anymore.

"We have to leave them some hope of survival."

“You can’t reason with these country rats, you have to use this, you know?”

Ratan pulled out an AK from somewhere and walked straight toward the group of farmers with it in his hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" He fired several shots into the air, and the farmers who had just been making a racket screamed and ran away in fright.

Ratan fired a few more shots at their feet, and everyone obediently stopped where they were, not daring to run around.

He shouted a few words, and the timid farmers obediently returned to help clean up the site.

They were hardworking and obedient, like water buffalo, and dared not even mention ten rupees.

"See? We have to treat them like animals. Only then will they respect us and be afraid of us."

"Don't go too far. We'll have to leave Uttar Pradesh sooner or later, and we might need their support then."

“Brother, don’t be silly. Indian farmers never leave their own village in their entire lives.”

“Alright, alright,” Ron shook his head, “we’ll still pay the wages we agreed on, otherwise we won’t be able to find any workers.”

“You decide,” Ratan waved his hand dismissively. “Mining is more interesting. Look at that yellow crane, it’s like a monster.”

It was indeed a monster, sitting on the edge of the pit, swallowing clumps of mud with its massive steel maw and then spitting it out.

The workers beneath the monster's gigantic maw looked barely larger than rats, scurrying around like little animals obeying its commands.

Even in such a cold month, they were still drenched in sweat, their soaked shirts clinging to their shiny, dark skin.

Ron also showed a hint of joy; Uttar Pradesh was still a promising prospect.

(End of this chapter)