Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Ever since Du Weiguo personally led more than 10,000 elite troops to land in Kayseri, the plague of the living dead has not broken out again in Persia.

In the cities where accidents had occurred, the living dead were also strangled by elite troops as quickly as cutting melons and vegetables.

In just two days, the plague was completely eradicated in Persia.

Facts have proved that movies are all lies. The so-called biochemical crisis and the brutal zombie tidal wave are nothing in front of the well-organized regular troops.

There is no need for heavy firepower such as missiles, artillery, and tanks. As long as there is sufficient ammunition, the crossfire network composed of automatic weapons is enough to annihilate the living dead.

No matter how many come, we will destroy them.

Hundreds of thousands of living dead were strangled, but only 500 soldiers from Du Weiguo's side were killed, most of whom were Persian soldiers.

Longya lost 37 men, while Dumo, who joined the battle urgently, only lost 3 men, one of whom was hit in the temple by a piece of iron splashed by an accidental explosion.

Such a casualty ratio is almost negligible.

The epidemic was eradicated, the troops were withdrawn gradually, the evil spirits that were sent out also gradually returned, and the power gathered in Kayseri City became unprecedentedly powerful.

The three organized special operations forces under the command of the Sha Shen gathered together, with a total number of nearly 10,000.

There are also nearly 5000 elite paratroopers supported by the Russians, and 200 transport planes ready to go.

This is already a very terrifying force. If it is airdropped to any area on the earth, it can cause a storm.

In addition, half of the top combat forces of the evil gods are also gathered here.

Miss Hu, Shiina Shota, Kagura, Shenwu, Yuan Qianye, Yuan Ying, Du Tie, Chunsheng, Ellie, Nightmare, Rhodes, except for Palmer and Naya, each of them is capable of fighting.

Add to that Du Weiguo himself, this is an extremely terrifying force, enough to change the world.

Perhaps because of the maximum sense of security, Kayseri has miraculously regained its former prosperity, as if the plague had never broken out in the surrounding area.

In fact, because many wealthy people fled here from surrounding cities, the streets are even more lively and prosperous than ever before.

Having said that, I must digress and say that Miss Hu is definitely a ruthless person.

Ever since the first thunderstorm in Mersin Port, she had issued a strict order that in all cities where the plague had broken out, ordinary people were not allowed to leave the urban area and could only receive assistance at relief stations designated on the outskirts of the city.

The so-called aid was two meals of oatmeal porridge, a piece of naan, and a small piece of pickles per person every day. They were not full but not starving either.

There wasn't even a tent, so they had to endure it under the cover of darkness.

Fortunately, it is early autumn now, the temperature is suitable, and it has not rained in the past two days, otherwise, these victims would definitely not be able to survive.

However, rich people can buy a pass to leave the city, which costs US$5000 per pass, and there is no bargaining, even for babies.

It sounds cruel, but it is not.

Nowadays, anyone who can pay such a huge sum of money is either a corrupt official or a local tyrant.

Therefore, the sickle that Miss Hu raised high accurately avoided all ordinary people.

This is not the end yet, because even if these wealthy people in Ankara flee to Libya, they will be arranged to stay in designated hotels, and the sky-high food and accommodation costs will further empty their pockets.

As for those who disobey discipline or escape secretly, hey, Miss Hu will be even happier.

She had a hundred ways to catch these parasites and then punish them until they were left with nothing but their underwear.

In fact, within less than a week since the outbreak of the epidemic, Miss Hu had earned over 100 million yuan from these revenues alone.

Almost enough money was earned to cover the military expenses.

The Nightmare has not "woken up" yet, Chunsheng has not found any new clues, and Du Weiguo has no way to find out the mastermind behind the scenes for the time being, so he can only sit back and do nothing.

He has been to Kayseri several times, but each time he just came and went in a hurry. Anyway, he has nothing to do recently, so he might as well take a good look around.

The only one who strolled with him today was Du Tie. The others either had something to do or were delayed.

For example, Guo Fu, she does want to come.

However, Kunpeng suddenly came to the desert from the rainforest environment, and suffered a small amount of acclimatization. She had to appease her subordinates.

For example, there are some beautiful girls like Yuan Ying, Shenwu, Kagura, and Naya.

They were all very happy to accompany Du Weiguo to tour Kayseri as guides, but how could the jealous Miss Hu let them do as they wished?

And there is Chunsheng. This kid is almost autistic because of his self-blame. He imagines fragments of the future almost all the time, and even Du Weiguo can't persuade him.

Of course, Kayseri does not have the terrifying speed of development like Saint Zhidun, but Kayseri's foundation is much stronger than Saint Zhidun.

As early as 2000 years ago, during the ancient Roman period, Kayseri was already a famous city.

At that time, it was the capital of the province of Cilicia and was called Caesarea.

In the past two years, under the vigorous development of Miss Hu, Kayseri has been changing with each passing day and becoming prosperous.

The key is that there are still many ancient buildings with a sense of vicissitudes in the city, coexisting harmoniously with the newly built high-rise buildings.

Wandering on the streets, you'll feel like you're traveling through time and space, which is quite unique.

"Sir, I heard from Brother Hanwen that Persia is the direct descendant of our Chinese Turkic people. Shouldn't they believe in Changshengtian? Why are there mosques all over the streets?"

Du Tie asked with a frown as he passed by the gate of Ulu Mosque.

This little guy is Du Weiguo's direct descendant. He was rescued by him personally. Even his name is a Chinese name given by him. He has been hanging out with Hanwen, Guo Fu and others for a long time.

Gradually, Du Tie has come to regard himself as a Chinese, and one who has a strong sense of national pride.

"Uh~" This question sounds simple, but it is actually a bit complicated.

Du Weiguo stopped and lit a cigarette, sorted out his thoughts a little, and then replied in a deep voice:
"Du Tie, you've got it mixed up. The people who believe in Changshengtian are not the Turks, but the Mongols."

“As for the Turks, they originally believed in steppe wolves, but after being driven to Persia, they began to believe in fire, which is the famous Zoroastrianism.

Later, Persia was occupied by the Arabs. Under the theocratic rule for hundreds of years, Zoroastrianism disappeared and Islam became almost the only faith.

"Sir, you are really knowledgeable." Du Tie's eyes were full of stars and he praised with admiration.

"It seems that the Islamic religion is quite aggressive. Last year, they wanted to build a mosque in Saint Georgetown, but it was rejected by Mr. Su Li."

"Yeah." Du Weiguo nodded:

"Su Li's decision is correct. Among the three major religions, the Islamic religion is indeed the most aggressive and also the most offensive. Once you get stuck, you can't get rid of it."

Du Tie suddenly asked a very profound question:

"Sir, why do people need to believe in religion?"

"Uh~"

Du Weiguo was stuck again. He pondered for a longer time, until he finished smoking a cigarette, and then he could barely come up with an answer.

“When people live in this world, there are always many things that are not as they wish. When faced with these irreversible difficulties, setbacks, and confusion, they often need a spiritual totem.

And this totem must be omnipotent, omniscient, and able to solve all problems. Only gods can meet this requirement. "

"Oh, I understand." Du Tie nodded as if he had suddenly realized something, and his tone suddenly became pious and sincere.

"Sir, you are my only god and my only faith!"

"Hehe~." Even though Du Weiguo had a thicker skin than a city wall, he still felt so embarrassed that he wanted to dig his teeth into the ground, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Come on, Du Tie, let's go to the Red River (Kizil River). I heard that the newly built riverbank and food street are both very good."

"Okay, sir." Upon hearing that there was food to eat, Du Tie immediately responded happily.

The Kizil River is a large river with a total length of more than 2000 kilometers. Its westward tributary runs through the entire territory of Persia. Because the river water is turbid and reddish-brown in color, it is also called the Red River.

The city of Kayseri is run through by the Red River and is divided into two parts, north and south. In the past, the city was often flooded during the flood season.

However, since last year, Miss Hu put in a lot of effort to change the river course and repair the river embankment, the Red River has never flooded again.

Moreover, she spent a huge amount of money to turn the river embankment into a landscape embankment, planted olive trees on both sides, and built numerous pavilions.

Now, the north and south river embankments have not only become the first choice for citizens to cool off, sightsee and relax, but also a gathering place for delicious snacks.

Of course, the first people to take the lead in setting up stalls on the river bank were the Chinese.

After all, hundreds of thousands of Chinese immigrants have poured into Kayseri, and the Chinese are the best in the world at discovering business opportunities.

Just as he was about to reach the dam, Du Tie suddenly stopped and sniffed hard:
"Sir, do you smell it? It smells so good~"

"Yeah, I smell it. It's really fragrant." Du Weiguo also looked towards the street with some curiosity.

Not far away, in a residential area close to the riverbank, bursts of strange fragrance were constantly emanating from a deep back alley.

The aroma smells like baking pie, a mixture of meat and oil. It goes straight into your nose and makes you salivate, but you can't tell what specific meat is used.

Du Tie swallowed and pointed to a house at the end of the alley:
"Sir, I'm sure the smell comes from that yard. There's a small sign hanging at the door. Is it a restaurant?"

"How about we go over and take a look?"

Du Weiguo also looked around the small courtyard. It had an earth-yellow wall more than one meter high, a shabby and mottled wooden door, and an inconspicuous small wooden sign hanging on the side of the door lintel.

It was written in both Turkish and Chinese: Xiang Jie's Pie Shop.

"Let's go and take a look." Du Weiguo had a smile on his face, but it was a strange smile.

The wooden door was ajar. After it was opened, the indescribable fragrance suddenly became stronger and rushed straight to the top of my head.

Du Tie wiped the saliva that had already flowed to the corner of his mouth:

"Sir, what kind of meat is this? Why does it smell so good?"

"I don't know either. Ask the boss later."

Du Weiguo said perfunctorily, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked around the quiet courtyard.

The front yard is about one-fourth the size of a basketball court, with three main rooms facing north, two east and west wing rooms, and a backyard that is directly connected to a small tributary of the Red River.

There are two simple wooden sheds in the front yard, and a few particularly lush olive trees planted in the corners, with branches full of olives hanging down.

"Welcome, bosses. Would you like some pie? It's fresh out of the oven."

Just at this moment, a woman pushed open the door from the east side of the north room and greeted warmly.

The woman was probably around 30 years old, and her looks were above average, but she had a pair of big watery eyes that were very charming.

Her figure was even more exaggerated, with two big lumps of plumpness above her apron, which shook as she walked, making it difficult to look away.

Du Weiguo and Du Tie didn't say anything. The woman seemed used to it. She walked up to them in three or two steps, bowed slightly, and asked again.

"Boss, are you here to eat pie?"

The woman was wearing a thin cotton shirt that was very transparent and had a very low neckline.

When she leaned forward, a large area of ​​white was exposed, and her huge and plump breasts almost bounced out.

Du Tie, the young rookie, usually stays in the military camp to train. Apart from Guo Fu and Du Lan, he rarely sees women. He has never encountered such a situation and almost had a nosebleed on the spot.

"Uh, pie, eat, eat~"

He subconsciously wanted to agree, but he still managed to maintain a bit of clarity and distinguish between the big and small kings. He turned to Du Weiguo and asked:

"Sir, are we going to have pie here?"

Du Weiguo didn't reply to him, but smiled and looked at the woman: "Are you the boss? Sister Xiang?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Boss, you are not only handsome, but also smart."

Sister Xiang raised her hand to lift the strands of hair on her forehead, her eyes flickering:

"But you look like a distinguished person, I dare not ask you to call me sister, just call me Ah Xiang."

Du Weiguo shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"What kind of noble person am I? I just arrived in Mersin and I almost died in the city. I worked so hard to come to Kayseri, but I stepped into the fire pit again."

Xiangjie's eyes lit up: "Oh? Boss, are you staying at the Omer Hotel? Or the Wyndham Hotel?"

These two hotels are the captive hotels designated by Miss Hu for the sheep. There are no restrictions on their freedom. They can do whatever they want, and they can even not come back to stay at night.

However, the daily room and meal fees cannot be reduced by a single cent, and they are not allowed to leave Kayseri. To put it bluntly, they are being bullied.

"Omer."

Du Weiguo frowned and replied, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic, and immediately changed the subject.

"Sister Xiang, where are you from? Your skill in making pancakes is simply amazing. I am almost drooling just by smelling it."

There was a barely perceptible hint of confusion in Sister Xiang's eyes.

"I'm from Tonghua, Jilin Province. The skill of making pancakes is inherited from my family. My family couldn't make ends meet, so I gritted my teeth and came out to try my luck."

"Okay, then I'll try your family cooking."

Du Weiguo nodded without comment, then walked towards the north room.

"boss."

Sister Xiang suddenly stopped in front of him, then slowly approached him until her face was close to his, and then she spoke in a very small voice into his ear.

"The meat for lunch is all leftover from yesterday. If you want to eat some, you can come back in the evening and I'll fry it for you."

With her body size and at this distance, the two lumps of flesh on her chest were almost all resting on Du Weiguo's body, heavy and absolutely real.

"night?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and unceremoniously put his arm around her waist, bringing them closer.

"So after we finish eating the pie, will you take care of the place?"

Sister Xiang's eyes were as charming as silk: "Not only can I take care of you, I can also send you out of the city."

"Really?" Du Weiguo's expression suddenly turned stern.

"Of course it's true. After all, we live by the water." Sister Xiang gave a subtle wink towards the backyard.

"Okay, I'll come back in the evening." (End of this chapter)