Blackstone Code Chapter 291: Customs

The provincial governor, in Nagalil, is roughly equivalent to the governor of the Baylor Federation, but it is somewhat different.

Here, the provincial governor is the existence of the military and the government, but he is not without opponents, his opponent is the high priest.

People follow the arrangements of power, but they believe in gods, which also maintains a strange balance between government and theocracy.

Generally speaking, the provincial governor has the power, but he cannot cover the sky with one hand.

"Didn't your boss come with you?" Asir's father took his hand enthusiastically and asked about Lynch.

Asir had suggested in his letter from a few years ago that his boss might come here to invest. He knew his father very well. .

He likes to show off his success to others. For example, he has a son who has foreign settlement rights. For example, his son will mail him some living expenses every month. For example, his son is a member of a company. The big man is a manager...

He likes to say this, it makes other people respect him, he doesn't need to bump into those untouchables every time he hits the street, and he enjoys everything that only a gentleman can enjoy, such as distance.

Hate?

This is a local culture, and maybe Asir's father thought the curse was valid before, but now, he doesn't care.

When local officials also heard from some people that Aser's boss was coming to invest, Aser's family status was significantly improved.

Officials keep asking when Aser's boss will come, what scale of investment he will bring, and what kind of factory he will build here...

In addition to these officials, the local people are also very concerned about these issues, because these will also affect their lives.

It is the most normal situation in this era to form a small ecological economic environment around a factory. Once the investment is confirmed, it means that the factory will recruit external workers, some people can take up the iron rice bowl, and more people There will be some revenue changes.

Many people came to visit Asir's father, which made him gradually become a little famous person in the city. Sometimes some festivals, political activities, religious activities, he would be invited to participate, and he became more and more. I feel that I am very important.

At this time, the passenger ship that was about to set sail after the end of the supply sounded the whistle, and the captain didn't seem to like staying in this place for even an extra minute.

You must know that every time you pass a supply point along the way, the captain and the sailors will have an in-depth communication with some indigenous girls who need help near the port and leave something behind. Only here, they will leave immediately after the supply is complete. Seems to hate it here.

The loud whistle made Asir look back at the passenger ship that was about to set sail. When he looked back, he had an indescribable feeling of loss.

The father and brothers in front of him have also become extraordinarily unfamiliar. They are not as cordial as they were when they communicated in letters. Everyone is like a most familiar stranger, with warm smirks on their faces and eyes The greed in him, all of which made Aser a little uncomfortable.

However, he still answered the question, "I will come over around mid-March, and my boss still has some things to deal with..."

"That's two weeks from now?" Asir's father clapped his hands, "It's a good time!"

As for why this time is good, he actually doesn't know. He said this is just a habit, a habit of beginning to integrate into the upper class, habitually affirming everyone and everything, which is also Nagalil's feature.

"Go back first, you must be very tired!"

Under Aser's astonished gaze, his eldest brother drove a car that looked like it was produced ten years ago, or more.

It still retains the most bizarre and most common aesthetic features of the previous era.

His eldest brother patted the car body, "I didn't expect it, we've already got into the car..." His tone was filled with a pride that made Aser laugh and cry, and was very unfamiliar, he even asked Asil started, "Did you have your own car when you were in the Commonwealth?"

Aser smiled, his elder brother did not continue to ask, but from his expression, he seemed to think that Aser did not have his own car.

While sitting in the car with the stinky wind blowing in the oncoming wind, Asir suddenly understood something.

When I returned home, the small broken house in my memory had disappeared, and was replaced by a single-family house that looked no less than his in the Baylor Federation, even more beautiful and larger.

Nagalil's religious culture has long penetrated into every corner of life, even buildings, bricks, and pillars have religious patterns or carvings.

All these things together make the house look more than just luxurious, but also imbued with an air of dignity due to theocracy.

The house was in a yard. Aser was curious, "I remember there were some neighbors next to us."

His father nodded proudly and said, "Yes, but because we built a new house, they left here!"

It is not shameful for Asir's father to drive away those neighbors, but proud of him. Most people in this society can't do this, but he can, and that's what he is proud of The place.

Asil was stunned for a moment. The culture and education he received in the Baylor Federation over the years gave him something more precious, which is morality. He didn't think it was something worth showing off, for his own sake. The house is better built and has a bigger yard. Not only does it knock down other people's houses, but also drives those people away. What a cruel and terrible thing!

But these people in front of them feel that this is something to be proud of. He is getting more and more uncomfortable with everything here. His father and brothers are completely different from the ones described in the letters.

He silently followed his father and brother into the room. His mother and his brothers' wives were already kneeling at the door to welcome the return of the male masters.

Nagalil is a typical male-dominated society. Women have no status at all. Asir made his eldest brother's wife take off his shoes and wash his own with water. It's embarrassing to put on new shoes for himself behind his toes, but everyone else thinks it's normal.

The men of the family came to the living room and sat on the benches woven from ivy. The ivy was very tough after drying. Some high priests or those in power would have these wicker chairs in their homes.

The men sat, and the women knelt in a row and handed them spiced boiled milk and some local specialties, saying that they were the mistress of the family, rather they were the servants of the family .

"Why does your boss suddenly want to invest in us? Is there anything worth investing in here?" Aser's father asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

Everyone knows how poor Nagalil is. Although many people say that there are rich mineral resources hidden here, no rich reserves have been discovered so far.

The only thing I can get my hands on is probably the spices. Many, many years ago, the spices of Nagalil were very famous, but with the development of chemistry, some expensive spices have been replaced by fragrances, and they have also become Not much worth.

Except for a few top rich people who have a demand for natural spices, ordinary people don't care whether the taste they taste comes from some grass leaves or chemical additives.

Asil was silent for a while before saying what Lynch said, "The labor here is very cheap..." As he spoke, he took the cup handed over by his eldest brother's wife, which contained Boiled milk with some spice added.

Before even taking a sip, you can smell a very strange taste.

These milks are all freshly squeezed, and the spices are also fresh. The smell is very strange, fishy, ​​pungent, and a little spice-scented. Looking at the spice leaves that are constantly churning in the milk, Asil doesn't want to. drink.

Although he didn't want to drink, he said "thank you" anyway.

In Nagalil, if there are relatives in the family, it is usually the wife of the eldest boy in the family who comes out to entertain guests. This is a custom and a custom.

Aser was used to being cautious in the Bayer Federation, but his thank you made his father and his eldest brother change his face slightly.

After the two glanced coldly at the woman who was already kneeling on the ground, Asir's father smiled and said ~IndoMTL.com~ You don't need to thank her, that's what she should do. "

"She eats ours, drinks ours, wears ours, we give her shelter, and she does everything she should do."

"I know it's a habit you picked up in that part of the Commonwealth, but you're back home and you don't need that!"

As he said, his father twisted some black-yellow powder crystal-like seasonings from the seasoning jar beside him, and sprinkled them into the cup with milk in Asir's hand, "Drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold. ."

Endured the messy taste and drank a mouthful of boiled fresh milk. Aser almost spit it out. After he swallowed the mouthful of the discomfort, he never wanted to touch this thing again.

His father asked again, "What is your factory going to do, and how many people will you need?", and he started showing off again, "I can be considered a person with some prestige now, and some things I do. I can solve it for you, do you understand what I mean?"

Asil nodded and said something Lynch had told him.

The more he talked, the more he felt unfamiliar with this family. Not only this family, but the whole Nagalil seemed to be different from what he remembered.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that at night he was about to go to bed, but his eldest brother's wife entered his room wearing light clothes with a red face...

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