The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

When I got out of the car, I saw the man with the large fence above his head crossing the road and stopped by the flowerbed on the side of the road. Of course, this was not waiting for Zhang Nan and the group to visit. That one is not a god, and there is no such thing as that place. Several men in the same costumes were sitting beside the flower bed. Two "Big Twenty Eight" cars were parked beside them. The bicycles were also full of the same aluminum lunch boxes in the basket.

It’s already lunch time, how can the third brothers who deliver the box lunch have such a leisurely rest?

The younger sister saw the acrobatics performer unloading the big long frame above his head with the help of others, and it seemed to be very heavy, and then the few sitting people began to sort the boxes in the frame.

"Acrobatic Troupe?"

The younger sister is curious, and the desire to detect drove her to trot over to see what it is. Since the little guy started to remember, she didn’t know what fear is. The danger education the family gave her is currently limited to which animals and objects are dangerous, which is dangerous to people The precautionary education of species has to wait for her to be a little bit older.

People, in the eyes of the current sister, it is not dangerous at all, and now she really does not need to worry about this.

Her father, who had loved her for two lifetimes, wanted to give her a fairy tale childhood, and made her think that this world is a fairy tale before she was seven or eight years old.

In a few years, I will slowly remind her that the most dangerous thing in the world is people, it's too late.

In fact, the same is true: So far any stranger, regardless of nature, is amiable and courteous in front of Zhang Yuchen's children. Who will let her always follow the guy who helps kill people without blinking!

My sister trot over to watch the excitement, so Miranda, who got off the other car, had to trot all the way, and several sturdy men also speeded up.

Zhang Nan didn't follow him, and when he got out of the car, he looked at the chart at 11:28.

That's right, it's noon, and those who delivered the lunch seem to be in no rush.

Singh, who got out of the car, saw Zhang Nan's movements and smiled on one side and said, "That's it, Mr. Allen. If it is possible, 11:20 to 11:40 noon every day will be the traditional break for these dabawala. time.

This batch should have arrived the earliest today, so I can take a rest, and those dabwala who arrive later can only catch their breath on the train..."

In China, it is very common for people who do not go home to eat at noon in the next 20 years to order takeaway. In Mumbai, this kind of lunch delivery service has been active for more than a century!

Unlike the takeaway food that Zhang Nan was familiar with in his previous life, these Mumbai food delivery people in uniform do not serve any restaurants. They only serve families!

Every Saturday and every day, the Dabawalas will come to the door on time to collect the home-made lunch boxes. By walking, bicycles and trains, the lunch boxes will be delivered to the workplace on time during lunch hours, allowing nearly 200,000 Mumbais working in the city. Eat lunch made by your own family.

At work, the lunch boxes delivered are not takeaways at all, but home-made meals, and this kind of service has been available since 1890!

The service is punctual. The food delivery people will pick up the food from the residential area in the north-central part of the city every day at 9 am, and all the food will be collected before 10 o'clock. The delivery time to the customers in the commercial and office areas of Mumbai South is strictly controlled from 12 noon to noon. Between 13:00, 12:30 is generally agreed, which happens to be the lunch time that the middle class in India is accustomed to.

The dabawala discovered by my sister was probably due to the close route or the smooth delivery, so the lunch boxes were delivered to the south of the city a little in advance. They had to wait for them to deliver them because the customers would still be at work.

Zhang Nan listened to Singh's introduction as he walked. Obviously, Mr. Police officer did not discriminate against this special occupation in Mumbai, and was even a little proud.

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Singh is a Kshatriya, a mid-level and senior police officer, and a superior in India.

Judging from the skin color and appearance of the box lunches, Zhang Nan does not think that they will be Kshatriya or even Brahmins in the traditional Indian caste system.

It is not easy for such a group of ordinary Indians who make money from manual labor to gain a certain degree of respect from people like Singh, and they definitely excel.

My sister has already arrived at those who can take a break for the time being. By the way, she sorts out the lunch boxes sent by different routes and divides them into groups again. In front of Dabawala, she blinked her big eyes and looked curiously at the surprising number of cylindrical boxes. .

If you have any doubts in your mind, just ask them. Children will not hide them.

"Hello, what's the pretense here? Also, that uncle is so amazing!"

The little guy pointed to the jar and the "acrobat" just now, and made a gesture of something on his head, super cute.

The Dabawalas who were taking a short break have already seen Zhang Nan and the group: luxury cars and police cars, and a cute foreign child running over, followed by a nanny and a few bodyguards, no It's hard to pay attention!

This little guy used "mother's words" to ask these people in front of her. She already knew that in this place, "daddy's words" newly met adults could not understand at all, but "mother's words" they all understood what the younger sister said. .

The kid Zhang Yuchen is lucky, and the time for her to ask questions is just right: during the process of transporting lunch boxes, the Dabawalas will not pay attention to other people’s problems except for the rest time of this short meeting. At most, smile and smile with you. Say hello.

It is an extremely rigorous thing to deliver box lunches, and we will never ignore other things at work!

The children asked questions, and one of them, Dabavala, who was in his 20s, stumbled and replied a few words, and the little guy was so blind as to hear it!

Well, she didn't know that the literacy level of the Dabawalas is an average of three to five years of primary school, many of which are completely illiterate. The percentage of Dabawalas who have received secondary education is definitely less than 15%.

The young man answered in English, at least the spoken language was okay, and he was able to speak when he stumbled.

But my sister just didn't understand, Yunliwuli didn't know what he was talking about!

In India, the English spoken by these people at the bottom has a very strong spoken language. Under normal circumstances, the English spoken by the middle class in India can only be understood by foreigners. As for the English spoken by the top people in India, the English is very authentic.

Since yesterday, many Indians have chatted with their sisters. Those are part of the people standing at the top of the social pyramid in India, including Police Officer Singh, who have also left the middle class level. Of course, his sister can understand what he speaks in English. The big deal is slightly different from American English.

What you will hear is the English spoken by a Dabawala who survives physically. Of course the little guy has to catch the blind.

Singh and Zhang Nan arrived. The police officer heard the conversation between the little guy and the English-speaking Dabawala, so he squatted down on one knee and said to his sister: "Dear princess, he said that these jars are in them. It’s a lunch for customers."

Many of the Dabawalas do not speak English, but a lot of them can understand a little English. At least half of Dabawala understood Singh's words.

A high-ranking police officer first squatted on one knee, and then spoke to a foreign child in honorifics, still using the title of "princess", which made Dabawala once again let himself be more polite.

The word "princess" cannot be used indiscriminately in public occasions in India because of the strict hierarchy here!

The Dabawalas were actually very polite just now, protected by two police cars, and a group of people posing in this pomp is not easy to watch. It is always right to be polite.

After hearing Singer's words, the little guy immediately thought of the pungent-smelling foods that he saw in the garden yesterday. It would seem that there was a strange smell in his nose.

But her attention was still on the question of how people’s heads can magically lift up that big frame, and she didn’t say that other people’s food smelled bad—she didn’t know the taste, and adults wouldn’t let her taste it.

"You guys are great!" He said, making a frame movement again, "How heavy is this?

My father can carry me to play, this big basket seems to be heavier than me. "

Don't worry about the question she doesn't understand. Singh is the interpreter, and one of the group of dabwala is probably the leader answering the little guy's question in Hindi.

"At least thirty or forty kilograms, and the weight can reach 60 kilograms."

Singh converted the "pound" so that the little princess would not understand it.

Walking 60 kilograms with your head~www.readwn.com~ At most, you can hold it with two hands...

Who said that the Russian "welding helmet" is too heavy to be practical, compared with the neck of the third brother...

Ni-Ma is all clouds!

The little guy was chatting with the gang of Dabawala, and the adults were listening to Singh's translation, which was very interesting.

It should also be the first time for these dabavaaras to have such a distinguished person talk to them cordially, and answer all questions, although the little princess’s questions are really naive.

This is a princess. Although there are almost everyone among their clients, none of them seem to be the princess of Bangwang.

Zhang Nan thought more about it: "It's time for people from the TV network to make a documentary about these boxers. It's curious, and it's not life-threatening."

The big boss is thinking about the documentary here. In the far away New York, a red-eye flight of American Airlines that had less than half the attendance ran into a strange thing: the other half of the ticket was sold within two hours before departure, and finally There are only a few vacancies left, which is really weird!