I'm a Master in India

“Kid, are you from Kana Village?” Crow frowned, but still patiently asked.

“Yes, sir, you even drank the tea I brewed.” Muna smiled, a fawning and respectful smile.

“Oh, I remember now, you’re the helper at the tea stall at the entrance of the village.”

“Your memory is really good, sir.” Muna habitually flattered him, while looking around.

It’s this house. The servant who was tortured to death, his house was burned down until only a few mud walls were left.

The villagers were unwilling to come here, not even passing by the entrance.

“Kid, I won’t be drinking tea today. Go find a牛车, I need to go to Mirzapur town.” Crow waved his hand, just like he usually dismissed servants.

“Sir, you’re injured. Let me help you to my house to hide, and then I’ll find a ox cart.”

“Did you hear the gunshots just now?” Crow glanced at him.

“I heard them, they sounded like fireworks. Everyone at the tea stall ran away, the boss ran away too. I’m timid so I ran back to the village.” Muna was very honest.

“Did you see those people?” Crow asked.

“I didn’t dare to look back, but I saw from a distance by the river, someone holding a gun and looking for something.”

“Damn Varanasi people!” Crow tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

He was shot in the right shoulder, so he could only hold the gun with his left hand, which was very awkward.

His left leg was also hit, and he managed to hold on until here, but now he couldn’t stand up anymore.

“Kid, as long as you can get me to town, your family’s land rent can be reduced by 20% this year.”

“You are truly our benevolent father, sir! If you weren’t here, who would protect us in the future?”

Muna plopped onto the ground and hugged Crow’s feet. Those dirty big feet, with long nails, almost poked Muna’s face.

“Get up, kid.” Crow finally smiled.

The two gunshot wounds on his body were very painful, and he hadn't had time to treat them, and they were still bleeding profusely.

As Muna got up, he took the opportunity to glance at the gun in Crow’s hand; it was held very tightly.

“My leg is inconvenient, help me up with some force.”

“Alright, sir.” Muna got up and walked over.

He saw Crow's scalp, and in the sparse hair, there was a clear white line.

It went all the way up to a point in the center of the top of his head, which is where a person's hair spreads out in all directions.

When Muna was a child, he often lay on his father's back and touched his body. He was very familiar with this point.

“Stop dawdling, kid!” Crow urged him.

“Coming, sir.”

Muna squatted down, one hand to help Crow, the other hand on the ground, and then he felt a stone.

It was a burnt stone, very black. If you didn't look carefully, it was hard to notice.

He grabbed the stone and got up, and that white line appeared before his eyes again.

“Kid...”

Bang! Muna aimed at the white spot and smashed down hard.

Crow's body swayed and he leaned softly against the corner of the wall. His mouth made a hissing sound, like when boiling tea water sprays out of the spout of a kettle.

Muna walked over and raised the stone.

Bang! The gun fired.

Muna's body trembled, and he continued to smash down.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Again and again.

Crow's mouth kept hissing. He supported himself with his hands and knees, slowly crawling in a circle on the ground, as if trying to find someone who should have protected him.

Muna took a breath, moved over, stepped on his back, and knelt down.

He was looking for a suitable height. He turned the beast's body around so it faced him.

Muna pressed his knee against its chest, unbuttoned the collar, and felt along the collarbone to find that point.

He often fumbled around on his father's body. His favorite place to touch was the connection between the neck and chest, where all the tendons and veins bulged high.

As long as Muna touched this indented point on his father’s neck, he controlled his father. He could make his father unable to breathe with just one finger.

Muna gasped and raised the stone, pointing the sharp end downwards.

The landlord's skin on his neck was very soft, much cleaner than his father's scarred body.

Pfft!

The stone edge was like a knife, penetrating three fen into the flesh!

Crow suddenly opened his eyes, and his blood sprayed all over Muna's face.

Muna couldn't see anything for a moment. He fell to the ground, laughing.

He was a free man, and so was his family.

Footsteps came from the entrance, and Muna laboriously turned his head.

It was those Varanasi people.

“Who’s injured?”

Ron, who was bandaging his subordinate's wound, was startled when he saw Ratan carrying a figure back.

“See if you can save him?” Ratan shrugged.

“This is... that tea stall helper?” Ron still had some impression of Muna.

“When we found that Crow, its head had already blossomed. He’s got guts!” Ratan tilted his head towards the ground.

Ron lifted Muna's shirt. He was shot in the side of his waist, and blood was continuously pouring out.

Without any hesitation, Ron picked up the forceps and scalpel and started treating him on the spot.

It was too late to go to the hospital, it was too far.

Half an hour later, Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down the medical instruments in his hand.

“How is he?” Ratan asked.

“He’s very lucky, it’s a penetrating wound, his internal organs are fine. As for whether he can survive, it depends on his fate from now on.”

India's sanitation conditions, those who understand, understand, and the weather is hot.

Muna’s real brush with death is whether he will get infected next.

“How are you going to deal with these people?” Ron looked at the rows of corpses on the ground.

“Uttar Pradesh is so big, there are many places that can digest corpses.”

“Digest?”

“Brother, you wouldn't want to hear it.” Ratan winked at him, then motioned for his men to clean up the battlefield.

Weapons, shell casings, etc., were all taken away. They didn't need to worry about the bloodstains on the ground, nature would take care of everything.

Strangely enough, the sky, which had been overcast just now, had cleared up.

The dazzling sun made it hard to open one's eyes.

Muna moved his eyelids; he was awake.

“Sir, do you worship the Sun God?”

Ron, who was squatting on the side packing his equipment, looked up, a little surprised.

“Of course, my surname is Sur.”

“So you are the sun, the sun saved me.”

Ron smiled, “Don’t be happy too soon, let’s talk about it after you survive seven days.”

“If I can live, sir, you…” Muna mustered his courage, “Can I be your servant?”

Anil, who was standing guard on the side, heard this and clicked, pulling the bolt of his gun.

Muna’s eyes were fearful. He didn’t know why the big guy suddenly became fierce.

Ron laughed heartily, then shook his head, “I already have servants.”

“Sir, my home is in Kana Village. Go further in, the one with the big water buffalo at the entrance is…”

Muna rattled on for a long time, listing all the members of his family.

If a low-caste person tells a high-caste person where his home is, it means he has pledged his loyalty.

He couldn’t run, his family was all there. The servant who was tortured to death by the honey badger was a cautionary tale.

Muna was injured, and it was difficult for him to speak.

“Sir, if you don’t take me as a servant, hiring me is fine too.”

“Hiring?”

“Yes, I can do a lot of work. I can smash coal, boil sugar water, brew tea, herd cattle, and I’m familiar with every river and mountain here…”

“Have you been to those mountains?” Ron pointed to the small hills in the distance.

“I’ve been there, I even caught a golden-winged bird there!”

“Let’s talk about it after your injury is healed.”

Ron smiled and continued to pack his first-aid kit.

“Sir, are you looking for the home of those two beasts? I know where it is.” Muna was eager to show off.

“I’ve already sent people, kid.” Ratan walked over, “You should first pray that you can survive.”

“How about it, go to the mine now?” Ron asked.

“Of course, since we’re already here, I’ll leave a few people to guard.”

“Okay, leave these injured people here, let’s go take a look.” Ron got up.

“This place will be our territory from now on, look over there.”

Ratan pointed into the distance, where there was a vague outline of a manor.

“I’ve already sent people to notify them to move out within three days.”

The children of the Honey Badger and Crow were not here; they had been sent to Lucknow to study long ago.

Now, all that were left were unimportant elderly, weak, women, and children. Ratan had not degenerated to the point of harming these people.

This also did not comply with the rules of the underworld; anyone who enters the game, when they die, their family is not harmed.

Of course, if their children were foolish, that would be another matter.

Leaving one car behind, Ron and Ratan led their men and marched mightily towards the several small hills.

When they arrived at the drying area at the foot of the mountain, it was peaceful and quiet. The gunshots from several kilometers away seemed to have not reached here at all.

The small mountain wasn't high, but it covered a large area, like an inverted round-brimmed straw hat.

A large open space had been cleared at the foot of the mountain, covered with fine crushed limestone powder.

A man was leading a donkey, emerging from what looked like a mine entrance.

The donkey was wearing a bright red saddle, with a metal trough hanging on one side, filled with crushed limestone pieces.

Behind this donkey were two smaller donkeys of the same color, also carrying two metal troughs on their backs, also filled with crushed stones.

The two smaller donkeys moved a little slower, and the leading donkey often stopped and looked back at them until the man cracked a loud whip.

The crushed stones in the metal trough would be put into a depression like a millstone to be crushed, and then the usable part would be sifted out manually.

Then it would be ground again, put into a pit to be roasted, then dried, mixed...

The entire work site had no machines; everything was done manually.

There were also many temporary shelters here, those shelters were packed closely together, like the alleys of a slum.

Ron could even see women with children, crowded in the shelters preparing food.

Workers, workshops, temporary shelters, families, all gathered at the foot of this small mountain.

They ate here, slept here, and worked here.

Seeing Ron and his group approaching, a dark-skinned leader cautiously came over and asked them if they were buying cement.

Ron and Ratan looked at each other, not even knowing what to say.

It was evident that the people here were of the same caste, and even lower than Muna’s caste.

Perhaps they had never left this place, from birth to death, living only to help their master process more cement.

Finally, Ratan waved his hand and had his men gather all the workers from the workshop.

He only announced one thing: from now on, this place belonged to the Sur family, their new masters.

The leader of the men was stunned for a moment, then obediently knelt down and reached out his hands towards Ron and their feet.

One after another, everyone knelt down, without a sound.

“Forget it, let our men go check out the mine.” Ron felt bored.