I am a master in India

Chapter 316-Awakening
Muna grew taller and taller; he became a young man, a knowledgeable young man.

During that year, he not only read many books, but also traveled to many places.

He never knew that Uttar Pradesh, where he was born and raised, was so big that it would take several days to travel from east to west by train.

He also heard from others that Uttar Pradesh was also known as the Land of Wild Boars.

Muna initially thought it was due to an overpopulation of wild boars in some area, but later learned it was entirely because of the map.

The outline of Uttar Pradesh looks very much like Vishnu's boar incarnation, rising from the sea with the earth on its back.

This area is further divided into eight parts according to the different parts of the wild boar.

The eastern region where Varanasi and Mirzapur are located is the wild boar's rear end—East Anchoro, also known as Pufancha District.

This is the place with the worst natural conditions in the entire Uttar Pradesh, and it is frequently plagued by floods and waterlogging. Every year, the village of Kana is flooded by a tributary of the Ganges.

Of course, this region also produces a large number of low-caste and untouchable ethnic groups, such as the Halvi.

Muna is no longer ashamed of his caste; on the contrary, he is gradually recognizing it as a force.

Thanks to his master for letting him read those books, he learned a lot, especially after traveling all over the Pufancha region.

Yes, Muna has been traveling a lot for the past three or four months. Sometimes he hitches a ride on the cement delivery trucks from the factory, and sometimes he drives himself!

God is my witness, he never imagined that one day he would be able to drive alone, driving for himself! Even if it was an eighteenth-hand Maruti Suzuki that was as dilapidated as could be.

This is what the master commanded, a gift from the master! It is also a task assigned by the master.

Muna needs to figure out how many low-caste people are in the Pufancha district, especially the Halvi.

Wild Boar's Buttocks may not sound like a big place, but it encompasses seventeen constituencies and more than twenty cities. Without a car, he couldn't even leave Mirzabul.

To be honest, Muna wasn't quite used to driving this Maruti Suzuki yet. He felt that the car had its own mind and he hadn't figured out its temperament.

When he went out for the first time, he even prayed secretly to all the gods, hoping that nothing would go wrong.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and after several attempts, Muna has become a qualified driver.

However, the road conditions in Uttar Pradesh are terrible, and nobody follows traffic rules; they all jaywalk like madmen.

Look, there's a flock of sheep ahead. Look, there's an oxcart resting in the middle of the road on the left.

Look over there, a tractor unit is speeding towards us from the opposite direction, its rear end belching black smoke like a beautiful black tail.

The tractor driver went the wrong way! And he didn't even notice!

Well, Muna himself didn't realize it. He knew that he should drive on the left, but he had never seen anyone take that rule seriously.

It wasn't until we passed the bumpy dirt road in Varanasi and headed south that the car finally reached a smooth cement road.

Along both sides of the road, at intervals, there were several slogans or portraits, such as "Long live the great Mr. Sur!" and "This is Mr. Sur's generous gift to his people!"
Without a doubt, this is a road built by the Suer Cement Plant, the only 60-kilometer-long cement road in the Pufancha District.

A sense of pride welled up in Muna's heart, but it was quickly shattered.

There's a traffic jam ahead, and a truck is stopped in the middle of the road. The truck is full of people, each with a red headband tied around their head, shouting slogans.

"Down with the rich! Support the great socialists! Landlords, get out!"

Soon another truck arrived, and the people on it had green ribbons tied around their heads and were shouting slogans at the people on the previous truck.

It seemed like a conflict was about to break out, but Muna remained completely calm.

He had seen this scene many times recently; as the election approached, the two parties on the street were fighting more and more fiercely.

Muna simply flashed his work ID from the Suer Cement Plant, and the two groups of people automatically let him pass.

In the east, Sur's signboard is sometimes more effective than the police.

Back in Mirzapur, Muna didn't drive to the cement plant, but instead headed towards the village of Kana.

The owner recently told him that he could use the car privately!
When Muna heard this, she almost cried and wished she could kneel down and kiss his feet immediately.

Today was the first time Muna had driven the car back to the village, and his pride was beyond words.

Sigh, I really don't know what to say about my family.

They all ran to the village entrance to greet him, and they surrounded the car, praising it endlessly, even though they were too scared to even touch it.

This was the first time in Muna's life that she had received more attention at home than her family's water buffalo.

The most excited and enthusiastic person was, of course, the shrewd old Rutu. She looked at Muna and couldn't stop smiling, constantly rubbing her forearms.

Grandma Lutu has a habit: whenever she's in a good mood, she rubs her forearms as if she's rubbing a piece of ginger, and she chuckles.

She had lost all her teeth, but that only made her smile seem more cunning.

She established her authority at home with this smile, and her son and daughter-in-law all respected and respected her.

“Oh, I don’t know how much candy I stuffed into your little mouth when you were little,” she said, reaching out to pinch Muna’s cheek.

But the uniform Muna was wearing still had some intimidating effect on her, and she didn't dare touch any other part of his body.

They practically carried him home; the neighbors were all waiting to see Muna's uniform and car.

They showed him all the new babies that had been born in the family during the months Muna was away, and forced him to kiss each of them on the forehead. Aunt Leila had given birth to two more children, and his cousin Pap's wife, Lila, had given him a nephew, making their family even larger.

Of course, with more people comes more talk, and expenses increase. They all started complaining that Muna hadn't been paying his share of the money home every month.

Old Rutu pounded his forehead and ran to his neighbor's house, crying, "Look! My grandson found a good job and a good employer, and he's even forcing me to do things! Why is life so hard for us old women!"

"Make him get married!" the neighbors shouted. "Only that way can we tame this wild boy!"

“Yes,” said old Rutu, “yes, that’s absolutely right.”

She burst into laughter through her tears, rubbing her forearm. "You're absolutely right!"

Muna ignored them; he was no longer the clueless country rat who let his family arrange things for him.

He went out to do the proper things his master had instructed him to do, not to enjoy himself.

The villagers could hardly imagine that any master would feel comfortable sending his servant out alone, especially by car!
They didn't understand, because it was too shocking.

The uncles in the family told Muna a lot of news, but since this was Uttar Pradesh, it was all bad news.

The Socialists on the west bank of the river remained as corrupt as ever, and the conflict between the anti-government forces and the landlords continued to escalate, resulting in bloodshed.

The villagers there were caught in the middle like insignificant people, afraid to offend anyone, and suffered greatly.

Both sides have their own armed forces, and if they suspect anyone of sympathizing with the other side, they will arrest, torture, interrogate, and indiscriminately shoot that person.

The only good news is that it has nothing to do with their village, Kana.

“Gal Village on the west bank of the river is like hell,” said cousin Pap. “But we’re glad you don’t have to mess around with them. Your uniform looks great, and you’ve found such a good employer.”

Pap had changed drastically; he was thinner and darker-skinned, with bulging veins on his neck and sunken collarbones. In the blink of an eye, he looked just like Muna's father.

He worked in the mines, doing hard labor, and didn't earn much. The Suer family, out of consideration for Muna, gave him some assistance.

Unfortunately, the family was too prolific; in just one year, Muna gained more than a dozen nephews and nieces.

Their family has grown to more than thirty people, half of whom are children, half are women, and the rest are just the cousin and a few uncles who can actually do the work.

They were all illiterate and could only do manual labor, yet they had to feed dozens of mouths.

With Muna around, the family is just as harmonious, and he has the highest salary.

He was away for several months, and the large family couldn't handle it any longer.

They could only cling to their cousin and suck his blood until he was nothing but skin and bones.

Muna saw old Rutu rubbing his forearm with a smile, talking about how to arrange his wedding.

She specially cooked chicken for him and personally served him the meal.

As she spooned curry into Muna's dish, she said, "We'll get you married in the second half of this year, okay? We've already picked out a chubby little girl. She can come into the family when she gets her first period."

In front of Muna was a piece of chicken with the bone still in it, covered in bright red curry sauce, which looked as if the meat on the plate was cut off from Pap's cousin.

“Grandma,” Muna said, looking at the large piece of chicken drenched in red curry sauce, “give me some time to think about it. I don’t want to get married right now.”

Her face fell. "What did you say? You still don't want to? You have to do as we say."

A smile returned to her face. "Eat up, darling. This chicken was made especially for you."

“I won’t eat it,” Muna shook her head.

"Eat quickly." She pushed the plate forward.

Everyone in the family stopped what they were doing to watch the two of them argue.

Grandma glanced at me. "What's wrong with you? Have you turned into a Brahmin? Eat, eat!"

"I won't eat!" Muna shoved the plate away, sending it flying against the wall and spilling red curry all over the floor. "I told you, I'm not getting married!"

She was stunned and forgot to yell.

Muna got up to leave, and Pap ran over to try and stop him. Muna pushed him hard, and Pap fell heavily to the ground. Muna then walked straight out of the house.

There was a group of dirty little kids at the door, all his aunts' children. When they saw Muna come out, they followed him and ran after him.

Muna wasn't in the mood to pay attention to them, nor did she want to touch their hair.

Gradually, they understood his thoughts and went home.

Muna walked alone past the temple, past the market, past the pigs, past the drainage ditch, and came to the pond, with the Black Castle on the hill opposite him.

He sat by the pond, grinding his teeth.

The image of Pap kept flashing before his eyes; they were sucking his blood dry!

They would drain him dry, inside and out, just like they had done to Muna's father, until he contracted tuberculosis, became weak, lost and helpless, and could only lie on the floor of some public hospital, coughing up large amounts of blood, waiting for the doctor to arrive, and finally died tragically.

He couldn't do that; he didn't want to become like his cousin, Papp.

It's not enough to just study; you also need to make something of yourself!

(End of this chapter)