I was a charlatan in India

"Let's observe further and find out more about the other party first."

When it came to serious matters, An Shu's restraint disappeared, and her tone quickly became confident.

"Take stock of the grain shops in the city and ask which one buys the most rice."

"In addition, such a large-scale distribution of porridge will inevitably require a large area for cooking and storage. Check with the big landlords in the vicinity to see who has rented out their land."

"After understanding the other party's situation, we can then consider whether to push them or cooperate; this is a relatively safe approach."

Surrey accepted the grapes, nodding repeatedly.

Soon, he summoned his servants.

"Go and talk to those grain merchants in the city. Ask them where the rice has been sold recently."

"Yes, young master."

As for the land rental situation, it would probably be best for him to inquire about it himself.

Those families that control the land are considered powerful, though they can't compare to the Guptas, but they still need to put on a show of respect.

Treat each person the same.

Don't let me find this tax-evading guy. His behavior is no different from that of a thief!

Damn it!

The servants quickly reported back.

There are only a few upstream suppliers of grain in the city. For things like this that don't involve much loss, all you need to do is inform them, and they will obediently take care of it.

Of course, it's not so easy when it comes to spending money.

"Young master, the answers from those grain merchants are very consistent."

"Sales have indeed increased recently, but apart from us and Saraswati, the increase is not too significant."

"Sarasvati?"

Surya was not unfamiliar with this name; although it had declined, it was still one of the Brahmin religions.

As we mentioned earlier, this young master is indeed a believer in Shiva.

Moreover, Vasudiv's selling of his daughter was somewhat of a joke among people of the same class.

Also, what about my family?

Was I the thief?

Of course, this was just a joke; what Suriya was concerned about was the fluctuation in his own grain purchases.

This is really not right.

Unlike any other caste, the Kshatriyas are rationed and usually eat government-provided meals.

Therefore, the grain stored at home is considered a reserve and is usually not used.

Only when replacing the feed should it be replenished regularly and in fixed quantities.

If there is a sudden increase in purchases, it indicates that someone is misappropriating funds.

Or rather, steal.

Even a cook wouldn't be so foolish as to steal from Kshatriya's granary.

I neither dare to, nor am I worth it.

The cooks in the Kshatriyas were paid by the government; they had no shortage of rice and flour, so there was no need for them to risk their livelihoods for a few ingredients.

The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes.

His house has been burgled, and someone might even have taken his grain and put on a feast on his property!

Surrey's expression gradually turned cold.

This isn't just about a few bags of rice; it's a slap in the face to Suliye!

"Investigate! Investigate to the death! I want to see which reckless fool put their hand in my pocket!"

"Also, lock up whoever is in charge of the grain inventory and interrogate him thoroughly!"

"You dare to steal from me? That's really something..."

"etc."

Anshu raised her hand to stop the servants, then turned to Suriya.

"It's best not to arrest the people on duty yet, otherwise we'll alert them."

"Just send someone to keep an eye on things, otherwise you might never get an answer."

That makes sense.

Surprisingly, Surrey listened to the advice.

"Go ahead and do it, just like An Shu said. Find a few trustworthy people to keep an eye on things day and night!"

"Yes."

The subordinate hurriedly went to do it.

"Speaking of the Saraswati family..."

An Shu straightened her curly hair: "A while ago, my brother, who never believed in God, went to see a doctor once."

"Yanti?"

"right."

Anshu confirmed.

Yandi is the Brahmin doctor who performed the abortion on Mina. Like Anshu, he belongs to the Sharma family.

There were more than two children in the family, but Yandi was the only one who completely disbelieved in God.

An Shu said with great interest.

"Interestingly, after he went back, he suddenly started studying the family's religious books."

"I was just curious at the time, but I was distracted by your situation."

"Looking at it now, it seems there really was something about the Saraswati family that provoked him."

"Why don't you just go back and ask?"

Surrey casually suggested.

He was used to being high and mighty, and those around him dared not hide anything from him, at least on the surface.

So in his mind, this problem was a matter of a single sentence.

"I'll give it a try."

Anshu did not comment.

His older brother was not religious, but he attached great importance to the medical profession that came with religious caste, and he was full of medical ethics and always strictly protected the privacy of his patients.

Unless you bluff like Dana, there's a real possibility you won't get any answers.

But so much time has passed, it's obviously not feasible to impersonate a patient's family member, and there's no reason to resort to such methods against one's own brother unless there's a significant connection.

However, even if she didn't get a direct answer, Anshu was confident that she could find out some information by probing.

Asking won't hurt.

Since there's no real loss, why not do it?

On this side of the Shen River.

No, on the banks of the Ganges.

Arti looked at the rotten fruit on the ground with some disdain and sighed softly.

In the past, she wouldn't have looked down on these things; she would even have considered whether or not to eat them if she was starving.

But during the time she spent with Shenhe, she had good rice and noodles every day, and she had long since escaped the class of people who lacked food.

Once the filter of food is removed, this stuff really is just sour and sticky junk.

This is not forgetting one's roots, but simply the natural selection of living things.

If someone refers to suffering as "the essence," then he must be either stupid or wicked.

Suffering should never be glorified.

But Arti gritted his teeth, picked up the scraper, and, following Shenhe's orders, tried to find the greenish downy hairs and remove them separately.

We should listen to what Brother Da Tian says.

This is the first step in making penicillin, which is finding mold.

She knelt on the ground, carefully examining each rotten fruit.

This kind of thing is common along the Ganges River, and it's not unusual except that the scraper in her hand is of very high quality.

The reason she didn't operate within the space was simply because she couldn't bear to.

Contrary to common sense, Indians are actually very clean.

Indians with homes typically follow a strict routine for regular cleaning.

The reason why it leaves people with a dirty and messy impression is mainly because they believe that public places do not belong to them and should be cleaned by the people who own them.

The people who owned this land thought the same way; they only sent people to clean the palace.

As for those filthy and messy shacks, it's entirely because they changed hands frequently, and the residents never considered these awful places their homes.

For example, the doctors' makeshift shelters are starting to become more organized now.

Since he began to believe in the Great Heaven, he no longer had to worry about food and clothing, and had plenty of space and time. He also began to care about the conditions of his shack.

At first, it was about cleaning up the dust and repairing the doors, but soon they started paying attention to the placement of items.

Putting aside the surrounding environment, this shack can now truly be considered a home.

It even gave him a sense of "belonging".

Now, when doctors are out and about, they are starting to look forward to going home.

Instead of being busy all day like before, when what we called home was just a place to sleep.

If anyone else tries to take this shack, his resistance will likely be quite fierce.

The doctor felt that he now had a family.

Since we are human beings... we will naturally exhibit some human nature.

He began occasionally taking out the food he had obtained from Shenhe and secretly placing it at the door of the patients who had been deceived before.

Although this doesn't make up for anything, and the patient won't even know who sent it.

But it felt pretty good to do it this way.

But as night fell, the doctor also began to have new worries.

If I were one of those patients, I would never forgive that bastard.

It turns out that people also have their own troubles.

These thoughts filled him with guilt, and he could only kneel before the lingam, praying to the heavens to guide him in finding salvation.

It seems that he has begun to genuinely believe in God.

Meanwhile, his great heaven was trembling with rage, gritting his teeth.

"Damn it, is this bald monk crazy?!"