blackstone code

Chapter 292 Customs
Governor, the status in Nagalil is roughly equivalent to the governor of the Baylor Federation, but there are some differences.

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

People obey the arrangements of power, but believe in gods more, which also maintains a weird balance between political power and theocracy.

In general, the provincial governor has great power, but he cannot cover the sky with one hand.

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

Aser mentioned in a letter 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 the right to settle in a foreign country. For example, his son will mail him some living expenses every month. For example, his son is a big shot in a company. is a manager...

He likes to say this, which makes other people respect him. Every time he goes to the street, he doesn't need to collide with those pariahs. He enjoys everything that only gentlemen can enjoy, such as distance.

hatred?

This is a kind of local culture. Maybe Aser's father thought the curse was effective before, but now, he doesn't care anymore.

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

The officials kept asking when the boss of Aser would come, what scale of investment he would bring, and what kind of factory he would build here...

In addition to these officials, 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 and economic environment around a factory. Once the investment is confirmed, it means that the factory has to recruit workers from outside. Some people can hold iron rice bowls and more people will welcome them. Make some income changes.

Many people visited Aser's father, which gradually made him a well-known person in the city. Sometimes he would be invited to participate in some festivals, political activities, and religious activities, and he felt more and more Self is very important.

At this time, the passenger ship that was about to set sail after resupply blew its whistle, and the captain didn't seem to like to stay in this place for even a minute longer.

You must know that every time you pass a supply point along the way, the captain and the sailors will have in-depth exchanges with some indigenous girls in need of help near the port and leave something behind. Only here, they will leave as soon as they are supplied, which seems very annoying. Same here.

The loud siren made Aser look back at the passenger ship that was about to set sail. When he turned his head, he felt an indescribable sense of loss.

The father and brothers in front of him have also become very strange, not as cordial as when they communicated in letters. Everyone is like a most familiar stranger, with warm fake smiles on their faces and greedy eyes. , All of this made Aser a little uncomfortable.

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

"That's two weeks later?" Aser's father clapped his hands, "This is really a good time!"

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

"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 even longer.

It also retains the strangest and most universal aesthetic features of the people of the previous era.

His elder brother patted the body of the car, "I didn't expect that, we have already driven into the car..." His tone revealed a kind of pride that made Aser dumbfounded, and he even asked about Ah Searle, "Did you have your own car when you were in the Federation?"

Aser smiled, and his elder brother didn't continue to ask, but from his expression, he seemed to think that Aser didn't have his own car yet.

While sitting in the car, blowing the smelly wind, Aser suddenly understood something.

When he returned home, the small dilapidated house in his memory had disappeared, replaced by a single-family house that looked no less than the one he had in Baylor Federation, even more exquisite and larger.

Nagalil's religious culture has long penetrated into every corner of life. Even buildings, every brick, and every stone pillar have religious patterns or carvings.

The combination of these things makes the house look not just luxurious, but also full of a noble temperament due to theocracy.

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

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

Evicting those neighbors would not make Aser's father feel ashamed, but proud. Most people in this society cannot do this, but he can, and this is what he is proud of.

Aser was stunned for a moment. The culture and education he received in the Baylor Federation over the years gave him something more valuable, that is, character. He didn't think it was something worth showing off. He built it for his own house. It looks better, has a bigger yard, and not only knocks down other people's houses, but drives those people away, what a cruel and terrible thing!
But the people in front of him felt that this was something to be proud of. He was becoming more and more uncomfortable with everything here. His father and his brothers were completely different from what was described in the letter.

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 hosts back.

Nagalil is a typical patriarchal society, and women have no status at all. Aser was a little uncomfortable and asked his elder brother's wife to take off his shoes and wash his toes with water. It all made him feel awkward about putting on new shoes by himself, but everyone else thought it was normal.

The men of the family came to the living room and sat on benches made of ivy. These ivy were very resilient 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 to serve them boiled milk with spices and some local pastries. It was said that they were the hostess of the family, rather they were the servants of the family.

"Why does your boss suddenly want to invest in our place? 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 mineral deposits have been discovered so far.

The only thing that can be obtained 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 flavoring agents, and they have become less valuable up.

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

Aser was silent for a while, and then he said it according to Lynch, "The labor here is very cheap..." As he spoke, he took the cup handed over by his elder brother's wife, which contained some Boiled milk with spices.

Before taking a sip, I could smell a very weird smell.

These milks are all freshly squeezed, and the spices are also fresh. This smell is very strange, fishy, ​​spicy, and slightly fragrant. Looking at the spice leaves that are constantly churning in the milk, Aser doesn't want to drink it.

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

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

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

After the two glanced coldly at the woman who was already kneeling on the ground, Aser's father said with a smile, "You don't need to thank her, that's what she should do."

"She ate ours, drank ours, wore ours, we gave her shelter and she did everything she was supposed to do."

"I know this is a habit you developed in the Federation, but you are back home, you don't need these!"

While talking, his father casually twisted out some black-yellow powder crystal-like seasoning from the seasoning jar at the side, and sprinkled it into the glass of milk in Aser's hand, "Drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Resisting the messy taste, he took a sip of boiled fresh milk, and Aser almost spat it out. After he suppressed the discomfort and swallowed it, he never wanted to touch this thing again.

His father asked again, "What is your factory going to do, and how many people do you need?" He then began to show off again, "I can be regarded as a person with some prestige now, and I can do certain things for you." Solve, do you understand what I mean?"

Aser nodded, and said something Lynch told him.

The more he talked, the more he felt strange to 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 he was about to go to bed at night, but his eldest brother's wife entered his room wearing thin clothes with a red face...

　Don’t argue about what country this is, I’ve said it many times, all stories, content, countries, camps, characters, everything is fictional, fake, fake, non-existent, Don't bring it in, don't burden it, just read it easily
　
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