A dilapidated pickup truck bumped along the road, its body covered in heavy dust, apparently not cleaned in a long time.

Muhammadi, an Islamic Muslim sitting in a pickup truck, hums a song-like Quran and a Somali dialect version of the Song of Persuasion.

It's not Friday, but Mohammadi is in a good mood. Since his brothers and sisters left Somalia since he was a child, he inherited his father's inheritance, owning hundreds of camels and nearly 200 sheep. In the small area around it, every Somali would make way for Mohammudi when they saw him.

Of course, this is not his happiest place, but this trip to Bossaso he made a lot of money, selling a few male camels and some fat goats that have grown up, and the bullets collected in half a year have also brought him a lot of wealth. If you want to be a good person in Somalia, there are very few opportunities to make money, unless you have an inheritance like Mohammadi. It's really difficult to do otherwise.

Camels and goats are the main breeding animals in Somalia, and Mohammudi is also quite saved by his father's herds of camels and sheep. In the event of a natural or man-made disaster, it can be successfully passed.

People like Mohammudi, although they do not have an armed team, Somali armed men do little to them as wealthier individuals. This can be regarded as a rare side of harmony in Somalia under the chaos.

In addition to being happy, Mohammadi also missed the Chinese who brought him dozens of dollars, and he was also a little worried about whether the Chinese who was wandering alone in Somalia would encounter unsolvable trouble. Because he hasn't shown up for three days.

In Muhammadi's eyes, he liked the Chinese a little, and he was extremely admired for his adventurous spirit and courage when he roamed alone in this feared Somalia, with no protection by his side.

Of course, if Li Lan knew that Muhammadi was so appreciative of him, he would probably cry and laugh.

"May Allah bless him and keep him from being harassed." Muhammadi, who had no understanding of Li Lan's situation, could only pray in his heart that Almighty Allah would bless this Chinese wandering in a foreign land.

After a few hours of travel, Mohammadi saw his village at the end of the road and smiled at the thought of the goods brought back from the car.

"Now those children should be satisfied!" As a Muslim, he was not a hard-hearted man, and the people who lived with him were not the natives of the area, many of whom had fled from the south, and he agreed to take them in. From time to time, he would give them a little food, and his actions were also loved by the villagers.

There is a very strange phenomenon in Somalia, although the south is close to the equator, the main vegetation of Somalia grows in the south, and the cultivation industry is basically in the south, and the north is either desert or barren. But every time there is a famine, it is in the eyes of the south that it is worse than in the north. In particular, in the event of a major drought, half of the population of Somalia will suffer from hunger, and starvation to death will become a common occurrence.

Muhammadi, who had taught at the University of East Africa for several years, learned the importance of knowledge and gathered the children of the village to read and write while the villagers helped him look after the camels and sheep.

This time back from Bossaso, he brought sweets that the children would never forget. Although these sweets, which are extremely cheap abroad, they become high-priced items in Somalia. But he still took out the profits from the trip and brought back some.

However, when he returned to the village, he saw the last thing he wanted, and right in front of his house, a military truck, which looked brand new, was parked, and there were about a dozen armed men standing next to the truck. The inhabitants of the village were hiding in the distance and watching secretly.

Soldiers he didn't know, trucks he didn't know, Muhammadi was afraid that it was armed men from afar who came to fight the autumn wind, because the armed shili of Bossaso's generation, he basically knew it, and there was no shili with professional military trucks at all, even if there was a shili with a truck, there was no such new military truck.

And the armed shili around Bossaso basically won't come here, and even if they come, it's that bit of food and water, and it's all good to talk to.

I couldn't help but slow down the car, stopped fifty meters in front of this group of armed men, grabbed the weapon on the co-pilot, and turned on the safe. Muhammadi's nerves were already tense.

The moment he got out of the car, the armed men who were on guard instantly pointed their guns at him. Just as he was about to make an act of consent, a voice appeared.

"Down, that's our friend." As soon as the voice fell, Li Lan, dressed in a suit, jumped out of the cab of the truck.

Seeing the nervous acquaintance Muhammadi in the distance, Li Lan smiled, and strode towards the other party with his hands outstretched. The soldier on guard next to him also put down the AK-47 in his hand.

Muhammadi, who was originally tense, saw that it was the Chinese he had just been talking about, and after Li Lan opened his arms, his heart also relaxed. pinned the rusty AK-47 behind him, and walked towards Li Lan with a smile on his face.

"My dear friend, you have been without roads for three days, I thought you were in trouble, and I also pray to Allah to bless you. Allah, it's great that you don't have anything. With a simple handshake, Mohammadi asked kindly.

"Xiexie your concern, rest assured! I'm doing well. Once again, Mohammadi made Li Lan realize the hospitality of the Somalis, and although he did not know the truth of Mohammudi's words, he was still happy.

"I think so, are they all bodyguards you hired? From the first day of contact, I knew that Lee, you are not a simple person. Also, you are very handsome today, I think in China, you must have a lot of confidants. Look at me, I'm covered in dust, you should have given me notice first, and let me get dressed first. Muhammadi also liked Li Lan's attitude, looking at the dignified Li Lan, he did not hesitate to praise himself.

"That's right, you know I'm not very safe here as a foreigner, I have to, I'm sorry just now, I scared you." Li Lan is not a hypocritical person, she gladly accepts the praise of the other party, and at the same time shows her apologies for the scene just now.

"It's okay, I understand, my country is really dangerous, it's not your fault as a guest, it's that we Somalis don't do our duty as hosts." Mohammadi felt a little lost. Seeing the armed men around Li Lan, he could only feel a burst of sorrow for his country.

"My friend, if you know the history of my homeland, maybe we can find a lot of common language. I believe that as long as the brave Somalis can unite and cheer up, after all, the rainbow will come, and I don't think Allah wants to see you lose your fighting spirit! Hard work will always pay off, and not working hard will always be just a failure. Seeing that Mohammadi's mood was a little bad, Li Lan comforted.

"Xiexie, you're my true friend." Muhammadi then said: "I'm sorry my friend, I forgot to invite you in, the dust is too big, please sit in it while I bring my things in, and serve you with the most haode camel milk." ”

“haode。” Li Lan nodded and beckoned to the soldiers behind him, "Help our friends and move things down." ”

"Yes."

“xiexie。” Muhammadi was not polite either.

Because there are still two barrels of oil in the back compartment of the pickup truck, it is indeed difficult for him to move alone.

Ten minutes later, at Muhammadi's home, Muhammadi, who had already changed into clean clothes, brought a bowl of camel milk to Li Lan. In Somalia, when a guest arrives, it is common to be served with camel milk, which means that the host has treated you like a true friend.

"Thank you for your hospitality, a gift I brought you this time." Camel milk is not unpleasant, but very smooth. On this trip, Li Lan had completely different feelings from before. "Ahmet, bring things in."

To Muhammadi's puzzled eyes, two iron cuboid chests were placed on the floor of the room.

"This is 8,000 rounds of ammunition for AK-47 automatic rifles, and each one is brand new." Li Lan said.

"Ahh Hearing Li Lan's words, Muhammadi was speechless, more than 8,000 bullets, but in his eyes it was more than 10,000 US dollars!

Seeing Li Lan with a calm face, after thinking for a while, Muhammadi made up his mind to ask: "Although I don't know whether to ask it or not, I don't know if this question will be taboo, you also know that there are many taboos in Somalia. So....... ”

"It doesn't matter, there are very few taboos in us Chinese, you can ask at any time." Li Lan said.

"I want to know if you don't sell these bullets to those people outside, I think they will give you a higher price." Muhammadi had already decided that the men outside had been hired by Li Lan.

"Because you're my only friend in Somalia!" Li Lan didn't explain anything, but said with a sincere face.

"Ugh!" Hearing Li Lan's answer, Muhammadi was so moved that he didn't know what to say, but said excitedly: "Yes, we are friends, Li, you have gained a true friendship with a Muslim." ”

"Since we're friends, don't be polite. But I'm curious, you don't ask, where did I get these bullets from. Li Lan asked, if he really asked this question, he really didn't have a seamless answer for a while.

"Does this still need to be asked? Your China is so powerful, this bullet is nothing at all. In Somalia, there is no shortage of foreigners coming here to sell weapons. They even supported some armed liliang, gaining benefits from other quarters. These people are the greatest danger in Somalia, they are all vampires, and Allah will definitely punish them. The more he talked, the more excited Muhammadi seemed to realize that the person next to him was also an "arms dealer", and quickly explained: "I'm sorry my friend, I believe you are different from them, so please accept my sincere daoqian." ”

"You're welcome." Li Lan didn't care, because he was not an arms dealer. However, Muhammadi's words made Li Lan think a lot.