I was a charlatan in India

Shenhe was terrified of his own way of thinking.

He was much more indifferent than before he transmigrated.

For example, their attitude towards Dana.

Strictly speaking, this Vaishya merchant did not offend him.

Leaving aside the fact that he had gone against Mina to protect her, that was after all risking his own life.

Even when the believer Surya intended to take advantage of him, Shenhe still chose to indulge him.

He didn't even give himself an excuse, like...

For example, the Vasudiv family has become wealthy, and they treat Mina well, among other excuses.

Looking back further, he would have disdained associating with someone like the black-hearted doctor who treated human life like dirt before he transmigrated.

However, for the sake of his arduous cultivation, he insisted on making him the central figure, and even plotted to find out if he could give him a new identity.

After all, this person is obedient, smart, and has no background; he's incredibly useful.

I don't know if it's some kind of property of the power of asceticism, or if I'm just that easily influenced.

In short, Shenhe now finds himself more like a god than a human being.

Often, he considers things from the perspective of "what believers do," rather than from the right and wrong of humanity.

What's even more terrifying is that he has no attachments in this world.

Once Agni is born, I will bring him to my space so that he will no longer be bound by the believers. I fear that I will soon transform into a citizen of my homeland and begin to protect my India.

That's not right.

I should be focusing on cultivating my powers to become a little superhuman so I can go back to the modern world and live a good life.

Shenhe silently emphasized his original aspiration.

As for educating Arti...

He felt that after the Agni matter was over, he should gather some energy for ascetic practice and return to the modern world to bring back some teaching materials.

If possible, obtain some more important supplies, such as experimental equipment.

The development of penicillin has been stalled.

The importance of the experimental equipment far exceeded Shenhe's expectations as a layman.

The second step in cultivating penicillin is to propagate colonies in a culture medium.

The culture medium is easy to prepare; just mix out some rice paste while cooking porridge and freezing it, and it can be used after cooling.

The problem is that disinfecting the containers is quite difficult, and the colonies that are being cultivated are now all different colors, which is obviously not the species he wants.

After drinking just one bowl of mixed mushroom soup, let alone in this era, even in a modern ICU, he might not be able to be saved.

Ok?

and many more.

If you can't save people, you can hurt them...

You know what, directly using incense ash to wrap mushroom colonies and then poisoning them is a truly terrifying attack method.

Although it's not good for treating illnesses, it's an absolute top-notch poison.

Let's keep it for now.

In a way, this could be considered a gas attack, which is somewhat inhumane.

...Hopefully, I'll never need to use it.

But in reality, when he thought of this usage, some of his bottom lines had already quietly crumbled.

Shenhe created a separate space to store these colonies, preventing Arti from becoming infected.

At the same time, an order was issued to suspend the development of penicillin.

This thing is unlikely to show results in the short term, and it could also harm Arti's health.

Let's wait until we have the equipment in the future.

Now that we have a territory and religion is about to be officially recognized, traveling between the two worlds shouldn't be too far off.

In addition, there is...

"Oh my gosh!"

As a series of synchronized screams rang out, streams of arduous cultivation power surged from the west of the city into the surrounding space.

"Quickly, twenty sets each, then rest!"

It was Surya's private army.

They were originally practicing asceticism near Surya, but their screams were too noisy, so they were exiled to the west of the city.

While we're at it, let's also help illuminate this part of Shenhe's map.

These unfortunate souls stood in pairs, facing each other, with a durian stuck between each of their calves, leaving them covered in thorns.

The person opposite, upon receiving the order from their superior, closed their eyes tightly, gritted their teeth, and kicked the durian barefoot!

"Oh oh oh sooo ...

Both sides let out a mournful cry at the same time.

"What are you yelling about? Get back to work! Finish twenty sets, then go back to collect your reward and recover from your injuries!"

While urging him on, the officer pondered where to find more innocent victims.

He has changed his subordinates several times.

At first, everyone gritted their teeth and endured it for the generous pay, but once they had more money, they could no longer bear the suffering and began to ask for leave.

He could only repeatedly recruit people to temporarily fill the team.

But word had spread in the neighborhood that young master Surrey was obsessed with a very perverse new game, and no one dared to apply.

The team is getting smaller and smaller.

If this continues, the young master might make him kick durians too.

Damn it, they beg for food with their bowls in hand, and then curse their mothers when they put them down. These lowly people are truly despicable.

I've heard that some people can open durians with their bare hands. I wonder if this trick works on the feet.

I'll grab a few more to ask for your advice another day.

It is better to be prepared than not.

"Yohohoho..."

Finally, the last scream ended, signaling the end of today's ascetic practice.

The group returned to their ranks with long faces and limps, their spirits lifted even by the prospect of receiving their reward.

Even the most loyal veterans are no exception.

Damn it, I've thought about getting stabbed to death as a private soldier, but I never imagined there would be a mission like this.

What kind of nonsense is this?!

A single cut, whether horizontal or vertical, isn't scary, but the feeling of waking up every day to find yourself missing so many feet is just too eerie!

If it weren't for the generous amount of money Surya offered, they probably would have all run away long ago.

Seeing that morale was getting worse and worse, the officer was also very distressed.

then.

"Heavens above, please show me the way, I really don't want to kick a durian..."

He didn't actually have any hope; he was just doing what he always did—finding a place to complain about his troubles, using it as a way to vent.

However, this time, the heavens actually responded.

"As you wish..."

This matter concerns the power of one's own arduous cultivation, and Shenhe felt he should offer some guidance.

The officer in charge of this team is indeed quite good at training soldiers, but he's only so-so at boosting morale.

However, he is not very good at manipulating people from the lower classes.

Shenhe's solution for him was simple.

The actual take-home pay is reduced; the target is high, but the pay is low, and salary payments are also delayed.

Then they incited them to engage in infighting and internal strife.

This is the management wisdom that humankind has developed over thousands of years.

It's unethical, but it works.

Taking many days off and working fast are essentially because they are able to eat their fill.

If you had withheld wages and only provided food and lodging, and refused to pay anyone for taking leave or leaving the team early, you wouldn't have lost so many people.

It makes you feel like you're earning a lot, and you're greedy for this job, but you just can't get it.

If you hold him back for a month or two, you'll lose money if he quits.

Over time, they will convince themselves.

Of course, Suliye's private army cannot be organized in this way. If Shenhe were to interfere with their treatment, it would be overstepping his authority and could potentially cause discontent.

But it can be used in another way.

Give them authority and let them lead their own teams. This will save you the trouble of kicking the durians while you make empty promises to your subordinates.

"Look at my toes, I worked my way up just like you guys."

"Since you're here, kick it hard! The best is yet to come!"

To be honest, this officer didn't really understand the logic behind it.

He followed Sulier because the young master was indeed generous to his own people, giving them money, power, and women.

How could such a deduction of rations and pay possibly improve stability?

In this era, people were viewed in a polarized way; private soldiers like them were simply paid to do their jobs.

As for slaves, they were mainly suppressed through violence and rules, but they were also treated as private property and protected.

The modern model of treating people as slaves without taking responsibility is still too advanced.

But since it was wisdom bestowed by God, and he didn't want to kick the durian, he decided to try it on a small scale.

The modern methods of harming migrant workers have finally spread to ancient India.

After teaching this set of things, Shenhe suddenly felt that he was still quite humane.

After all, only a human being could do something so beastly.

As for how this officer carried it forward...

Tsk tsk.