I'm a Master in India

Muna felt like he was living a life like heaven now!

Not only did he not die, but he was living very well.

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

This was thanks to the miracle medicine the Master left behind; he didn't die even after being shot.

Besides the miracle medicine, Muna couldn't figure out what else could have saved him.

He remembered a friend he used to play with when he was a child.

He died from diarrhea.

Diarrhea, in Karna Village, could kill people, let alone getting shot.

To thank the Master for the miracle medicine, Muna would pray to the thirty-six million Hindu gods every morning, asking them to bless the Master.

He had every reason to do so, after all, the Master saved him and gave him a job.

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

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

There was enough food for him and another servant, and sometimes they could have a feast, eating rice mixed with chili curry boneless chicken pieces.

Muna had never enjoyed a life with a chicken meal every week in his entire life; it felt like being a king who had chicken every week and could lick his fingers after eating.

The house he lived in even had a roof, which was good.

He did share a room with a guy who always looked worried; his name was Duoji, and he was the other guard the Sur family left here.

Duoji slept on a big bed, while Muna slept on the floor under the bed.

But even so, a room with a roof was still a room with a roof.

It was much better than sleeping on the dirt road outside the tea stall, where Muna had been sleeping for a long time instead of at home.

A dozen people only had one thatched hut; at night, the women squeezed together to sleep, their legs intertwined and stacked like centipedes.

The men slept in another corner of the room; the entire family lived together.

Muna was always woken up by various rustling sounds at night, so he simply moved outside the tea stall.

Now it was great, he slept in a house with a roof and could eat chicken like a king.

Most importantly, Muna got something that Karna people dreamed of and valued most: a uniform!

A khaki uniform!

The success of Vicha, the bus conductor, was visible to everyone in Karna Village.

That khaki uniform was proof that he lived like a human.

Now Muna was also like a human; he would patrol along the riverbank every day wearing his uniform.

His reflection in the river showed his shadow, a shadow wearing a khaki uniform.

He walked, and it walked too.

Muna walked back and forth along the riverbank over a dozen times, just to admire how he looked in the khaki uniform.

If he had a whistle, it would be even better; he would become even more impressive than Vicha.

Hmm?

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

It was trucks!

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

He was so scared his legs wouldn't stop shaking; could this be the help Crow's relatives found?

They were here for revenge!

Muna subconsciously reached for a whistle on his chest, but grabbed nothing.

Only then did he remember that he didn't have a whistle; that was his dream.

"Duoji!

Duoji!

" Muna shouted as he ran back.

There seemed to be movement at the mine too; many people ran out, with Duoji standing at the front.

"Duoji, it's Crow..."

*Slap*, Duoji kicked Muna over.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's the Young Master bringing people."

"The Master?"

Muna didn't care about the footprints on his khaki uniform and jumped up with a start.

The trucks were getting closer and closer; not just trucks, but also many monstrously large machines, as tall as the buildings in the manor.

But all of Muna's attention was focused on the Civic at the very front; he recognized that car, he had seen it at the tea stall before.

The rumbling trucks drove to the foot of the small mountain, the dust settled, and the Civic door opened.

"Master!"

Almost as soon as those boots touched the ground, Muna pounced forward.

He lay on the ground, wanting to kiss the tip of the Master's shoe, but was afraid of dirtying the boots.

Finally, Muna kissed the patch of dirt in front of the tip of the shoe; it tasted like limestone powder, bitter.

"Huh, you're better?"

Ron looked at the young man on the ground in surprise.

"Master, it was the miracle medicine you left that saved me."

Muna squatted there, answering happily like a dog.

"Get up, Muna, your name is Muna, right?"

"Yes, Master, you remember me!"

Muna shouted even more happily.

"You're lucky."

Ron was genuinely a little surprised.

Getting shot in a godforsaken place like Uttar Pradesh was no joke.

Muna was also of a lower caste, and his living environment wasn't much better than a stray dog on the street.

"Master, during the time you weren't here, the mine..."

*Slap*, Duoji pushed Muna aside, "Young Master, not a single stone was missing from the mine."

"Well done, starting today, the mine will be taken over by others."

"Young Master, just give the orders for any work!"

Duoji was happy inside, finally being able to leave this godforsaken place.

There were no villages or shops nearby, and even getting a cup of tea required traveling a long distance.

He was clearly the number two driver of the old manor, yet he was left here to guard the mine; it was a waste of talent.

Muna, however, couldn't be happy; he only knew that the mine no longer needed guards.

Could he still live in a house with a roof, could he still eat rice mixed with chili curry boneless chicken pieces once a week?

Ron didn't care about the thoughts of the two servants; he was discussing the upcoming construction plan with the construction team.

The thirty million rupees from the Mumbai bank had all been used to buy construction materials, which were piled up in the open space at the mine.

The seventy million from the Uttar Pradesh bank was also being processed; the next step, of course, was to start work, and mining was the first step.

As early as last month, geological experts had completed the survey; the limestone mine in Karna Village had reserves exceeding one hundred million tons, making it a veritable large-scale mine.

Because of the rich reserves and relatively open terrain, the mine could be directly exploited by open-pit mining.

Besides the trucks, those monsters Muna just saw were drilling rigs, excavators, loaders, crushers...

Most of these were imported goods, some bought, some rented.

Ron's remaining funds were not enough to acquire all the equipment.

One hundred million rupees had to be spent on the most crucial things, such as building a cement plant.

The mine itself was relatively simple, mainly involving roads and transportation.

The equipment brought in today was all for preparing for the initial mining.

For example, clearing vegetation and leveling the land.

First, bulldozers and road rollers would be used to establish transport channels for the convenient entry and exit of heavy equipment.

After that would be blasting, mining, and crushing; the technical difficulty wasn't that high.

India's mechanization conditions were limited; mining still relied on human power and handcarts for transportation outwards.

It was a bit slow, but cheap.

Uttar Pradesh was full of farmers; there were plenty of people to do the work.

Later, when there was money, mechanized equipment would be introduced.

Otherwise, one hundred million rupees wouldn't be enough to build a cement plant; including the mine, five hundred million rupees would be closer.

Transportation wouldn't be too troublesome either; Ron planned to build the cement plant on this open space.

The limestone from the mine, after simple crushing, would be sent into the cement plant for the next step of processing.

The cement plant was also designed; it would cover about one hundred acres.

This mine, including the surrounding farmland, previously belonged to Crow and Honey Badger.

Now that the two beasts were dead, Ron naturally accepted it without hesitation; it didn't matter how much land the cement plant occupied.

As for what would happen to the farmers who used to farm?

With a mine and a cement plant, what the hell would they farm?

They should all come to the factory to work.

With Ron's order, the rumbling monsters started up, trembling.

The mine and the cement plant were built simultaneously; the farmland, still sprouting green shoots, was flattened by bulldozers.

In the distance, local farmers were rushing over, crying and wailing, but they were quickly driven back by the Sur family's people.

In principle, they were already Ron's serfs.

How the land was used depended entirely on what Ron said.

Things like notifications were too time-consuming.

See, this is the good thing about being a landlord in Uttar Pradesh.

Things like mobilization, land expropriation, compensation... none of that existed.

In other countries, the land acquisition process could drag on for several years, but in India, it was just a matter of a landlord's word.

The life and death of the farmers could be considered last or not considered at all; that wasn't important.

Seeing more and more farmers running over, Ron finally sent people down to announce the expropriation notice.

The land, the Sur family wanted to use it to build a cement plant.

Things like sugarcane should no longer be planted.

Don't worry about not having food; everyone will come to the cement plant to work in the future.

You can come today, see the gravel on the ground?

Clear it all away, ten rupees per household per day!

This was enough for two days' living expenses for a whole family in rural India.

Their unit of currency for buying things was paisa, not rupee.

The dark, thin farmers were skeptical; such "high wages" sounded a bit unreal.

But whether they believed it or not, the fact was that patches of farmland were being flattened, and they had no room for negotiation.

They could only choose to accept or retreat; there was no third option.

"Brother, you're still too kind!"

Ratan couldn't stand watching from the side.

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

"To deal with these country mice, you can't reason with them, you have to use this, understand?"

Ratan pulled out an AK from somewhere and walked directly towards the farmers with it.

"Da!

Da!

Da!

" He fired a few shots into the sky; the farmers who had just been incredibly noisy were all scared and ran away screaming.

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

He shouted a few words loudly, and the timid farmers all obediently came back and started helping to clear the site.

They worked without complaint, as docile as water buffalo, not even daring to mention the ten rupees.

"See?

You have to treat them like training animals; only then will they respect us and fear us."

"Don't overdo it; we'll leave Uttar Pradesh sooner or later, and we might need their support then."

"Brother, don't be silly, farmers in India won't leave their own villages in their lifetime."

"Alright, alright," Ron shook his head, "Give them the payment I just mentioned, otherwise we won't be able to find workers."

"You call the shots," Ratan waved his hand indifferently, "Mining is still interesting; look at that yellow crane, it's like a monster."

It was indeed a monster, sitting on the edge of the pit, swallowing piles of dirt with its steel mouth and spitting them out.

The workers under the monster's huge mouth looked not much bigger than mice, milling around like small animals obeying its command.

In such a cold month, they were still sweating profusely, their soaked shirts clinging to their shiny black skin.

Ron also showed some joyful expression; Uttar Pradesh was still quite promising.