In fact, Yang Meng has been doing these jobs since he was a child, and whoever wants to build a house in their village is helped by the neighbors to build it together, but at that time, he was restricted by physical strength and other problems, and he did not have the current efficiency, and now Yang Meng?

He had never seen anyone so capable, and the efficiency of more than a dozen people was not as fast as Yang Meng's alone. At first, he also helped to beat the little hands, but later he let Yang Meng drive him out! Yang Meng thought he was in the way in the house, and began to ask him to help with mud or something, and later found that he couldn't get along with mud either, so he just did it himself!

He's also addicted: he's just this character, otherwise he won't do it, and if he wants to do it, he'll do it well.

When he finished his work, there was a round of applause.

"Huh?" Yang Meng was stunned for a moment, only to realize that many people were watching him, and many people were videotaping. Seeing Yang Meng finishing his work, he spontaneously applauded.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Meng was confused.

Shukri sighed and said: "I finally know that we can't catch up with the Han Kingdom, you Han people are really amazing! You have done more work today than we have done in a week! It makes no sense that your Han Kingdom is not strong!"

It's really not an exaggeration for him to say this, Yang Meng has been busy all day, pasting tiles, building the kitchen, and laying floor tiles, and now the work in Shukri's house is almost finished!

Yang Meng smiled: "I don't do this job professionally, I can only do it at this level." It's still a bit rough to do. ”

"Is this still a bit rough?" exclaimed Shukri.

Yang Meng nodded: "Yes." I'm too far behind my professional, at most it's a little bit of speed. If those professional workers do it, their craftsmanship is a work of art, and I can only be regarded as a scratch surface. ”

Shukri exclaimed, "Are you a fur, Yang, don't be modest, okay? You're the best house-building doctor I've ever met." Don't say anything today, you must stay here to eat, and your clothes are dirty, do you have to change your clothes? Take off your clothes and I'll wash them for you. It's a pity that several of the bathhouses in the city have been blown up, otherwise I should have invited you to take a shower and eat. ”

Yang Meng said: "Doctors who can't build houses are not good cooks." Mr. Shukry, I thank you for your kindness, but I really don't need to, I really have something urgent to do right now. No time can be wasted. ”

Shukri thought for a moment: "Then your next step is to go to Hama, right?"

Yang Meng nodded: "Yes, I will go to Hama to go to Hama side, my friend gave me the action map of their medical team, if you don't have it here, I will go to the Red Crescent Rescue Center in Hama to have a look." ”

Shukri directly took out the phone: "Then you wait a minute, I'll call over there, we are in contact." ”

"That's great, then you call first, I'll go to the car to change clothes!" Yang Meng said to Shu Keli. His clothes are now stained with cement and white ash or something, and he is really dirty and can't wear it anymore.

After Yang Meng came back after changing his clothes, Shukri took the phone and said, "They didn't go to Hama." ”

"Didn't go?" Yang Meng looked disappointed after hearing this: "Where did they go?"

Shukri said, "Mr. Yang, don't worry, I've already asked my friends of the Red Crescent to help me inquire about their news." As long as they are here for medical assistance, then they will definitely not be able to avoid the red crescent, and I will tell you as soon as there is news. ”

Yang Meng only had to thank him.

He was just about to say goodbye again, when suddenly Shukri's face changed dramatically, and he was shouting something in Arabic.

Yang Meng was stunned, what's going on?

As a result, he looked back and saw a little boy of about ten years old holding his dirty clothes in his hands. Shu Keli walked up to him in three or two steps, snatched Yang Meng's dirty clothes back, and handed Yang Meng with both hands with an apologetic face: "Sorry, Yang, something like this happened." ”

Yang Meng was confused: "What happened?"

Shukri was stunned: "This is the clothes you just wore, right? Maybe this young man thinks it's too good-looking, so he gives this clothes to 。。。。。。 Stolen back. ”

Yang Meng was completely stunned: "Mr. Shukri, you misunderstood! This dress is already too dirty, so I'll throw it away!"

"Huh?" Shu Keli was stunned when he heard Yang Meng's answer: "You threw it away?"

Yang Meng nodded: "Yes, you think, I come out to run around, and it must be inconvenient to wash my clothes, right?" ”

Shukri was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Yang Meng touched the child's head and said to Shukri: "Mr. Shukri, can you help me ask him, do you really like this dress?"

Shukri helped him ask the little boy, and the little boy's head was desperately pointed.

"Shukri, you asked him to wait for me here!" After Yang Meng finished speaking, he ran back to the car again, took out a set of unopened sportswear from his big sleeves and ran back, he stuffed this brand new sportswear into the little boy's arms: "Mr. Shukri, you help me tell him: This dress is the sportswear worn by the athletes of the national team in the past, and once wearing this dress represents our country, so I wear this dress everywhere I go." This has a deep symbolic meaning. I give him to you, and you will be a person who will make the whole of Shulia proud of you. ”

The little boy didn't know what Yang Meng said, and he didn't turn on the translator, and Shukri was also confused, wanting to ask what Yang Meng meant by what he said.

Yang Meng smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's a little bit of expectation for this child." ”

"Little Hassan is such a lucky kid. Shukri looked envious, and suddenly he picked up the dirty clothes in his hand: "You really don't want this clothes?

"Of course you can!" Yang Meng said, "Otherwise, I'll get you a new set." I swear to God, I really didn't expect you guys to like this outfit. It's not a good piece of clothing, and it's not expensive in our place. ”

Shukri laughed: "You should go to the Grand Bazaar." If you put this dress there, you'll be bought in less than five minutes. It's the prettiest dress I've ever seen. You Han people are wearing your own country on your body, and your waist is so hard wherever you go. When will we have such a day?"

Yang Meng smiled: "There will be, everything will be fine." ”

"I hope so!" said Shukri, "you Han people are really good friends. There are countless people who have icing on the cake in this world, but there are very few people who send charcoal in the snow, and you Han people are the real people who send charcoal in the snow! Our friendship lasts forever!" "It is necessary, friendship lasts forever!"

Yang Meng and Shu Keli exchanged phone calls, and asked Shu Keli to call him as soon as he had news. And he embarked on the journey again, he couldn't forget to count on Shukri, 'walking on two legs' is a little more steady, isn't it?

Saying goodbye to Shukri, Yang Meng drove along the road to Hama, this time he wasted a lot of time, and he wanted to speed up again to make up for the time, but he encountered a 'roadblock robbery' not long after leaving Homs.

Between Hama and Homs, there is a small town called Raistan that is now completely in ruins, and when Yang Meng drove here, he was stopped by the soldiers with a barricade.

Yang Meng thought that he had encountered some sudden incident that caused the road to be closed, and he was even ready to defend himself with a gun. As a result, several soldiers guided Yang Meng to park the car at the door of the post station on the side of the road and let him in.

There are no highways in Shulia now, and the roads here are a bit like the provincial roads in the country, and you can see 'post stations' at intervals on the roadside.

This 'caravanserais' is like a service area next to a domestic highway, providing food and rest, and it is also a place where soldiers are stationed. After all, although the situation in their country has improved somewhat, it absolutely cannot be described as 'peace'.

There were quite a few people at the inn: there were more staff than guests.

This is also a move by the Shulia government: for example, Raishstan has been destroyed by the war, and the people here have lost their homes and jobs, so they set up a post here and let some locals work here. And these locals naturally hate the opposition because the war is ruined, and then they can work here and provide information to these soldiers.

Similar to what you see at Nufara Cafe, the waiters here are almost all about 10-year-olds, and the adults work in the back kitchen.

After Yang Meng followed the soldiers into the post station in a daze, a local boy walked over with a tray, which was a 'miss me' and a bowl of 'Barbara soup', and he gestured desperately to Yang Meng and motioned for Yang Meng to eat.

To put it bluntly, this 'barbara soup' is tomato soup with fennel and other seasonings, and 'miss me' can refer to the 'chicken rolls' of domestic Kaifeng dishes. The outside is a flatbread with stuffing on the inside, and the local name is supposed to be 'fast food meat roll', which in Arabic means 'miss me'.

In any Middle Eastern country, the cheapest food is almost always flatbread, like Shulia, because of the war, the price of vegetables, fruits, and meat is very expensive (about the same as in China, but the income of the locals is really not very acceptable), but the flatbread is really cheap, 200 Shulia pounds can buy eight flatbreads! Not enough for the cost of flour.

This is because these countries will provide subsidies to ensure that the price of flatbread does not rise, regardless of the Middle Eastern country, the flatbread is closely related to the living standards of the locals. If you dare to raise prices, you dare to protest that.

Yang Meng was confused and ate the little boy's 'Do you miss me', well, mutton filling, with pickled cucumbers, lettuce and special sauces. Yang Meng was not polite, after eating it in three or two bites, he drank the 'Barbara soup' and stretched out his thumb to the little boy: "Thank you!"

As a result, he just thanked him, and there was warm applause from the house, and Yang Meng turned around and was startled: ", why are there so many people?"