Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1153: After the Hero

The next day, early in the morning.

Riyadh, old palace, side hall.

"The mist from the heather pipe drifts toward the withered tree, crying to me in silence~~"

There were rain clouds all night, and the hostility had dissipated. Du Weiguo, feeling refreshed, hummed an unclear tune and appeared leisurely in the main restaurant on the first floor.

As for Miss Hu, she didn't get up at all. At this moment, she had turned into a pool of spring water and fell into a deep sleep.

Even she couldn't withstand the violent and full-powered attack of this beast Du Weiguo.

This side hall was specially used by the Shate royal family to entertain distinguished guests. It is magnificent and the dining tables are made of whole pieces of poplar wood, which are more than ten meters long and more than three meters wide.

At this moment, the dining table was piled high with all kinds of delicious and fragrant delicacies, almost overflowing.

There has always been a misunderstanding about the Arab region.

  Subconsciously, I think this endless sea of ​​sand is a barren, desolate place with nothing but oil.

In fact, Du Weiguo, the country bumpkin, also thought so, but this was an extremely absurd prejudice.

In fact, there are many oases in the Middle East, as well as considerable farmland and grasslands, a long coastline and abundant resources.

We can barely be self-sufficient in food, meat, eggs and vegetables.

For example, at this moment, the table is filled with roasted whole beef, roasted whole lamb, roasted chicken, and various carefully cooked sea fish, lobsters, shellfish, and crabs.

There is also the indispensable hummus, meat pie, naan in the Middle East, as well as dozens of fruits and vegetables that can be named and unnamed.

These things are all produced by Shate, and they are dazzling, colorful, fragrant and delicious.

This morning, those who had dinner with Du Weiguo were all his own people. Crown Prince Khaled tactfully did not show up, probably because he was afraid of being blackmailed.

He was afraid that Du Weiguo, the human-shaped demon, would suddenly think of something and open his mouth again.

Shota, Kamui, and Kagura all looked unsightly, with dark circles under their eyes and heavy bags under their eyes, and it was obvious that they had not slept well.

They were all people with special abilities and amazing hearing. They had been passively listening to the "dragon roars and tiger howls" all night long and had not slept all night, so naturally they were all listless.

Especially the two beautiful girls, Shenwu and Shenle, at this moment, there was a hint of resentment in their eyes.

To be honest, they all have quite a bit of resentment towards Miss Hu now.

After all, they are all young women, full of vigor, stunningly beautiful, and used to relying on their masters.

Now I am with Du Weiguo all day long, almost day and night.

There is no need to elaborate on the charm of Du Weiguo's grandson. He is handsome, rich, and capable. He is domineering yet gentle.

Therefore, it was almost inevitable that Kamishiro and Kagura had both fantasized about being intimate and close to him.

However, because of the existence of the terrifying obstacle, Miss Hu, they couldn't get close at all.

As for Miss Hu's new personal maid, the medium Naya.

This little girl is incredibly talented, and has sharp eyes and ears. But she is also unhappy at the moment, and it is obvious that she didn't sleep well.

However, due to her low status, she was not qualified to sit at the table according to the rules set by Miss Hu. At this moment, she was eating alone in the kitchen.

Gibson and Sergey were also at the table, but the two guys were looking at each other coldly, and there was a tense atmosphere between them.

The old saying goes that competitors are enemies, and this is absolutely true, as they are competitors with similar attributes, backgrounds and abilities.

How could they live in peace? They were extremely restrained not to draw their guns and shoot at each other without any disagreement.

Faced with such a complicated situation, Du Weiguo felt his head buzzing and was a little confused.

Damn, the business has gotten bigger and it’s harder to lead the team.

"What are you all staring at? Come, eat, eat! Shouta, you've been doing pretty well lately, so I'll give you a leg of beef first!"

To break the deadlock, Du Weiguo naturally chose Shota Shiina, who had the simplest personality.

He simply reached out and twisted off a golden beef hind leg that was roasted until it was sizzling with oil, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and threw it to him like a frisbee.

"Hey, thank you sir."

Sure enough, Shota nimbly caught the bull's leg, grinned foolishly, revealing his big, neat, white teeth, and laughed heartily.

His silly look immediately made the atmosphere at the table a lot more relaxed.

It was almost noon and the sun was shining brightly.

At the ruins of the ancient city of Turaif in the northern suburbs of Yadri City, Du Weiguo, along with a few of his younger brothers, leisurely climbed up the city wall.

This well-preserved ancient city, built more than 500 years ago, is a living fossil that witnesses history. It is known as the pearl of the Shat Dynasty and is full of vicissitudes and heavy atmosphere.

Standing on the ancient city wall and looking into the distance, all you can see is the desolate Gobi and desert.

It seemed as if I could feel the strong wind carrying the smell of blood blowing towards me hundreds of years ago, and the sounds of people neighing, horses roaring, and swords clashing seemed to echo in my ears.

Whatever you see and feel will make your heart surge with lofty sentiments.

However, Du Weiguo is an uneducated hooligan at heart and does not have any of these nostalgic feelings.

In fact, there is a very famous "human market" in Liad, which is the legendary population market. Du Weiguo is more interested in it and really wants to go and have a look.

You read it right. In fact, until now and even in the future, slavery still remains in Shate, but it is just covered with a layer of employment.

Damn it, permanent employment until death, and the labor fee is paid in one lump sum, is that okay?

Of course, this "human market" is definitely semi-underground in nature. It is impossible to be openly displayed on the surface, and it cannot be found without the guidance of a local veteran.

Du Weiguo was now proud of his status and it was not convenient to ask. After all, it was not a respectable matter, so he did not go.

At this moment, Du Weiguo was lazily leaning against the city wall, posing with a cigarette in his mouth out of boredom.

The reason I came out for a stroll today is not to have fun, but to avoid trouble and suspicion.

At this moment, Miss Hu is negotiating the specific details of the next step of cooperation with Shate's Minister of Finance, Minister of Industry and other senior officials.

It would not be appropriate for Du Weiguo to be present in such an occasion.

Miss Hu is already strong enough. If she were present, it wouldn't be a negotiation, but just unilateral orders issued by taking advantage of her power.

Originally, Crown Prince Khalid offered to accompany him to visit Yarid, but Du Weiguo sternly rejected the idea.

Gongs were sounded to clear the way and clean water was sprinkled on the streets. Although these ceremonies looked impressive, Du Weiguo actually didn't like them at all.

Du Weiguo would rather blend in with the crowd, wander around freely like an ordinary person, and feel the cultural atmosphere.

It sounds a bit mundane, but it's true.

For this reason, Du Weiguo specifically instructed Khalid not to make a big fuss about clearing the area and blocking the road, and not to send people to follow him.

Of course, he also solemnly promised that no matter what, he would never take action in Riyadh.

However, even so, Du Weiguo was unable to realize his wish for freedom.

Although the armed forces that were urgently mobilized into the city have withdrawn and the martial law on the streets has been lifted, the previous peace and tranquility has been restored.

But at this moment, there was not even a single tourist near the ancient city of Turaif. There were more than a hundred young men scattered around, all dressed differently but with inexplicably the same temperament, all of them smart and strong.

They are all field agents of the Shate Intelligence Bureau, nominally protecting Du Weiguo and his party and providing convenience for him.

In fact, it is a blatant isolation, prohibiting anyone from approaching him and preventing him from approaching anyone.

There is nothing wrong with thinking about it. For an extremely dangerous person like Du Weiguo, the ideal situation is for strangers to stay away from him.

"Sir, this place is really majestic. Standing here, I feel my heart has grown bigger without realizing it."

"I heard from Miss Hu that China is even more amazing, with ancient cities with a history of thousands of years and ancient cities that are larger than cities. Is this true?"

Kagura suddenly came over, her voice timid and soft, and took the initiative to find a topic to start a conversation.

It's a rare occasion that Miss Hu is not here today. This is a godsend opportunity, and the little girl finally mustered up the courage to attack.

Du Weiguo's thoughts were now clear, so Kagura's little thoughts naturally could not be hidden from him.

"Hehe, your C+ mind is enough." Du Weiguo glanced at the turbulent breasts that Kagura was trying hard to hold up, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

  However, he did not want to disappoint Kagura, so he forced himself to reply:

“Yes, it’s true. Although the Ming Palace in the Forty-Nine City of China is only the imperial city, its area is much larger than that of an ordinary small city.

As for ancient cities, there are many with a history of over a thousand years. As far as I know, the oldest ancient city is nearly 3000 years old. "

This is not something Du Weiguo made up. In China, the best-preserved ancient city is Pingyao in Shanxi Province, which has a history of more than 2700 years.

"3000 years, Siguyi~"

Kagura cooperated very well by covering her mouth and making a very classic Japanese surprised tone. She really wasn't acting this out, you know, the total length of Japan's history is only a little over 2000 years.

Judging from history, any random city in China is enough to be the ancestor of Japan.

"Sir, I heard that China is extremely vast and has beautiful scenery. When can we have a chance to go and see it?"

Shenwu also came over at this moment. She was more serious than Kagura and the questions she asked were also profound enough.

Her question was like the sharpest knife, which pierced Du Weiguo's heart immediately, causing endless thoughts and deep emotion in his chest.

China, the four-nine cities.

This gray, ancient, vicissitudes of life city, which seems to have been shrouded in mist for years, is the place he yearns for.

  Homesickness~

Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, Du Weiguo would always remember the courtyard house where there was chaos all day long and there was never a moment of peace, and he even missed it a little.

He was so disgusted with it before, but now he thinks that it is the worldly touch that he longed for but could not get.

  It is hard to imagine what the scene would be like if Du Weiguo suddenly appeared in Sijiu City?

With his current terrifying deterrent power, is it possible for him to directly influence the current situation and thus change the status quo in China?

However, this thought only flashed through his mind before he abruptly extinguished it. He was definitely not going back now.

The blood feud between Guo Hanhong and Wang Li has not been avenged, the national treasure has not been recovered, and the whereabouts of Lao Lei and Gou Sheng are unknown. They are likely to have died in some unknown wilderness in Tianzhu.

If we trace back to the source, they all died because of Du Weiguo's involvement. Under such circumstances, Du Weiguo would lose face and could not go back.

"Sir~" Seeing Du Weiguo staring into the distance, Shenwu called out softly.

"Oh, of course there is a chance." Du Weiguo came back to his senses instantly.

"China is vast. When the snow is still falling in the north, the south is already filled with birdsong and flowers. The winds and customs change from one place to another.

China not only has magnificent mountains and rivers, but also has the best food in the world. If you eat the same thing every day, you can eat something different for ten years. When the time comes, I will take you to eat all of it."

"Okay." Shenwu and the others showed longing in their eyes and were fascinated.

"Sir, there happens to be a Chinese restaurant over there. Shall we go over there for lunch?"

Shiina Shota suddenly pointed to a path not far away and gave a soft suggestion.

Although his personality is relatively simple, he is not stupid at all. On the contrary, he is very thoughtful and good at guessing people's expressions.

He keenly noticed that the boss was missing his hometown.

"it is good."

Du Weiguo glanced in the direction of his finger and nodded without comment.

About a few hundred meters away, there is a secluded dirt road.

There is a restaurant with a fairly neat facade on the side of the road. There are two signs hanging at the door, and the plaques are written in three languages: Chinese, English and Arabic.

The name of the store is simple and straightforward, it’s called Chinese Restaurant.

It was lunchtime, but the store was empty. Apart from two dazed waiters, there was not a single person in sight.

Seeing Du Weiguo's appearance, a young man who was about 15 or 6 years old and looked quite smart hurried over to him.

  He looked Du Weiguo up and down with a look of surprise in his eyes, and asked tentatively in Chinese:

"First, sir, are you Chinese?"

The young man had a strange accent, and even the knowledgeable Du Weiguo couldn't tell where he was from.

His appearance is obviously that of a Middle Eastern person, with only a vague hint of Chinese ancestry. He must be a mixed-race person of who knows how many generations.

Du Weiguo couldn't help but be curious: "Well, I'm Chinese, what about you? Where are you from?"

When he heard that Du Weiguo was Chinese, the boy immediately became happy. His expression became very excited and his little mouth kept talking like a machine gun.

"Ha! You are indeed Chinese, sir. My name is Kuang Wen, and I am from Islamabad. My grandfather said our hometown is in Suzhou. How about you? Where are you from?"

"Islamabad? Suzhou?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised.

Islamabad is the capital of Pakistan, and Suzhou should be Jiuquan City in Gansu Province, China.

The two places are thousands of kilometers apart, with endless desert in between. The roads are rugged and almost impassable.

Not to mention the extremely backward transportation conditions today, even in the future, it would be difficult to arrive directly by land.

"Brother Kuang Wen, you said your hometown is in Suzhou? Then how did you get to Islamabad?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face walked out from the back hall.

He is also a mixed-race, but his Chinese features are very obvious, with black hair and black eyes. He also speaks Chinese more fluently with a strong northwestern accent.

"Sir, 90 years ago, our ancestors followed Zuo Gong and chased the rebels from Yingjishaer all the way to Hezala. Later, due to injuries, they stayed in Islamabad to marry and have children, and have lived there ever since."

"Mr. Zuo? Did your ancestors ever participate in the battle to conquer Xinjiang Province?"

Because he was too surprised, Du Weiguo's voice couldn't help but rise a few degrees.

The Qing Dynasty ruled China for nearly 300 years and was incompetent for more than 200 years, but the most inspiring and awesome thing it did was...

It was because he conquered Xinjiang Province and recaptured a vast territory of more than 100 million square kilometers. Just based on this one thing, Zuo Zongtang can be called a hero.

And those soldiers who followed him and participated in this battle can also be called heroes.

The middle-aged man had a solemn expression. He clasped his fists and bowed lightly towards the northwest, saying solemnly:

"That's right. Our ancestor Kuang Lizhong was originally under the command of Zuo Gong and General Luo Ruiqiu. The Jianrui Battalion assisted in the garrison. We set out from Suzhou and fought all the way to Yingjishaer via Hami!"

My goodness, the garrison commander should be a fifth-rank military officer. In today's world, he would at least be a brigade commander, and be considered a member of an official family.

  Du Weiguo was secretly shocked:

"So you are the descendant of a hero, and you come from a famous family. I am so sorry! Brother Kuang, why did you come to Riyadh again?"

"Ah~" Hearing this question, he couldn't help but sigh and opened up:

"It's all because of the damn war~~"

This middle-aged man is called Kuang Tingwei, and the story of his Kuang family is actually quite simple.

During World War II, although Pakistan, which was still a British colony at the time, did not directly participate in the war, the British Indian army was very busy and its footprints were almost all over the world.

Kuang Tingwei was born into a family of military generals. He was influenced by his family since he was a child. He always admired and cherished the glory of his ancestors and yearned for war.

His father's condition is worse than his, he's almost half crazy.

Therefore, in line with the principle of achieving fame and fortune immediately and seeking wealth and honor through risk, when the Tianzhu army began to recruit soldiers, Kuang Tingwei's father resolutely took the three brothers to join the army.

As a very important force in the hands of the British Empire at that time, the Indian Masters participated in wars in the south and the north, and on battlefields all over the world.

It’s just that his fighting ability, haha, let’s not talk about it. Facts have proved that Third Brother’s limit is just to be a patrolman.

Brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons fight together in battle. At that time, the four male members of Kuang Tingwei's family were all organized into one battalion.

Because his father had great prestige and wealth, he was appointed as a second lieutenant platoon leader, and his brothers were all sergeant squad leaders.

In 39, after three months of intensive training, the ambitious Kuang father and son crossed the Red Sea in high spirits and went to the battlefield in North Africa.

As luck would have it, in the first battle they encountered the 21st Armored Division, the most elite unit under the command of Rommel, the Desert Fox.

Then, unsurprisingly, they were defeated on the spot and almost wiped out.

Two of the four people including Kuang Tingwei and his sons were killed on the spot, leaving only him and his father. Later, on the road of escape, only his elder brother was left.

Later, Kuang Tingwei, who barely managed to save his life and escaped back to Jeddah Port, shamelessly became a deserter during the reorganization.

However, he did not dare to go home, so he had to go to Riyadh to work illegally, and stayed there for several years.

It was not until the end of the war that he dared to secretly return to Islamabad, but everything had changed.

All the male members of the family have passed away, leaving only a group of orphans and widows, not even a single male child. And in the context of such a chaotic world, how can there be peace?

Fortunately, Kuang Tingwei's mother is a capable and decisive person.

He decisively cut off his own flesh and gave up most of his wealth in exchange for safety, and only then was he able to barely keep himself intact.

However, most of the female servants in the family had already run away, including Kuang Tingwei's wife.

But it doesn't matter this way. Anyway, he has started a new family in Riyadh, found a woman, and even has a child.

At that time, Pakistan was poor and Saudi Arabia was rich, so Kuang Tingwei brought his family to Riyadh and opened this Chinese restaurant.