Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Woo~woo~

Accompanied by the roar of the steam train boiler, this friendship train, which started from the capital and traveled tens of thousands of kilometers to Hongbao, successfully arrived at the Mosiko platform in a foreign country after five days and nights.

In the soft sleeper compartment, Jiang Xifeng, who was sleeping soundly in Li Weijun's arms, heard the clanging sound of a train entering the station. She took out her watch to check the time and found it was two o'clock in the morning.

He quickly woke up Li Weijun who was still resting with his eyes closed: "Weijun, wake up quickly, we are about to arrive at the station, I don't know what those train pursers are doing, they didn't even inform us in advance so late."

Li Weijun pursed his lips with sleepy eyes. After hearing the noise, he opened his eyelids and glanced at the dark scenery outside the car window. Realizing that it was late at night, he stretched and said weakly, "It's late at night, the lights are all dark, I guess the crew comrades are sleeping now. Let's pack up and get ready to get off the bus."

Jiang Xifeng said nothing upon hearing this. She bent down to open the window, stretched out her hand, and felt the cold wind blowing past her. She said in surprise, "The temperature here is indeed much lower than that in the capital. I should have brought a few thick coats earlier to avoid catching a cold."

"The temperature is much lower? Think about Napoleon's army of hundreds of thousands, all of them froze to death outside the city of Mosiko. Only the palm-sized area of ​​this land is slightly normal, and the rest of the land is covered with ice and snow in winter. Otherwise, why would these Russians go to such great lengths to stay here? They are very smart."

Li Weijun put on his backpack and went to the next room to greet Zhang Yunzhen and Zhang Yilei who were sleeping soundly. After crossing the border, the two guys seemed to be much more relaxed in recent days. They played cards and chess when they had nothing to do. There was no sense of responsibility as before.

"Ah? Comrade Li Weijun, we are so sleepy at this time. I don't know if those Slavs have found a place for us to rest. It's so cold in this weather that we are shivering."

Zhang Yunzhen, curled up in a blanket, looked at the time on his watch listlessly. Even though he was reluctant, he was approaching the terminal after all, and he couldn't just stay on the train.

So after muttering a few words, he quickly packed his luggage and prepared to return to his hometown after many years. He thought back to when he was sent to Rakshasa Country as an outstanding representative to study espionage warfare knowledge and stayed near the Red Fort for two full years.

So for a moment, I actually felt a little nostalgic for that place where there were drunkards everywhere in the streets and alleys.

"Alas, I never expected that after all these years, this damn place still smells like urine and vomit. It must be some damn drunkard who vomited here again. He didn't even know to use dirt as a cushion. What a bunch of idiots!"

After stepping down the ladder from the train, Zhang Yunzhen covered his nose and looked around the station with disgust, only to find that there was no one to greet him. Under the empty platform, there were only a few drunkards waiting for the train, pouring wine into their mouths while cursing and mumbling something.

Li Weijun is no longer surprised by this. It is no exaggeration to say that throughout the world, China is the only country that is so obsessed with wine.

Every winter, thousands of Russian men froze to death in the streets. They could do without buttered bread or black bread, but every household must have alcohol. Some soldiers even drank alcohol from the freezing liquid secretly and were poisoned.

All I can say is that this is a drunkard’s paradise.

"Hey, this is strange, why is there no one to greet us?"

Song Tianyang felt the slight cool breeze and wrapped his clothes tightly, walking towards this side in some confusion. Behind him followed Chen Wanjun, who was also drowsy, and Liao Chunguang, a simple farmer who was transferred from the vicinity of the capital.

Logically speaking, when I led my team to a friendly match, those Russians, as the hosts, should not only organize their staff to give them a warm welcome, but they couldn't just not have anyone to lead the way.

It was late at night and the place was quiet. I was all alone after getting off the train and there was no place to rest.

This was the first time that Song Tianyang had encountered such a change. He was at a loss for a moment. After looking around to make sure that someone had been sent to greet and entertain him and his companions, the head coach of the track and field team's face instantly turned gloomy.

"Coach Song, how about we call the embassy for help and see if they can find a hotel for us to stay in for the night, and then we can settle down for the time being,"

Li Weijun cast a questioning look at Song Tianyang, his expression also full of helplessness.

After all, we are in someone else's territory, and we should follow the host's wishes. Now the host is deliberately making things difficult for us, so if we want to have a place to stay, we still have to find our own way.

"Alas, this is all we can do for now. Comrade Li Weijun, take everyone to a sheltered place for a while. Comrade Chen Wanjun and I will borrow a phone from the staff."

After Song Tianyang sighed helplessly, he was just about to call Chen Wanjun to ask for help from the embassy when unexpectedly a man suddenly appeared out of the small room.

He was of medium build, with a beard, a trough nose, and wearing a large dark grey felt hat. He was walking straight towards this side.

"Oh, my friends who have come from afar, thank you for your hard work. I am really sorry. I just drank a little and fell asleep. If I hadn't heard you talking, I might still be dreaming and having fun with Natasha. Meet you, Shelf!"

"Comrade Shelf, Song Tianyang, I'd like to trouble you to give us some convenience during the friendly competition."

This Slavic man named Shelf expressed his deepest apology, but there was no trace of guilt on his face. After shaking hands with Song Tianyang, he took out a small silver wine flask from his arms, unscrewed the cork and took a sip of wine.

He muttered with a big tongue: "Dear Song, it's so hard to find a place to stay in this damn weather. In half a month, it will probably snow here. You know how cold the weather can be!"

"Recently, coal is in short supply again. Everyone is preparing for winter. They all want to stay in a warm room and sleep soundly, instead of doing some damn reception work in the heavy snow, such as road repair, floor sweeping, and mail delivery..."

Li Weijun saw that this guy was evasive and evasive, refusing to mention where he was staying tonight.

He coughed coldly and reminded meaningfully: "Comrade Sherf, I wonder how you will arrange for the food, clothing, housing and transportation of our group of people?"

Xie Erfu looked at Li Weijun in surprise, was stunned for a moment, and spread his hands: "I am really sorry, everyone. My task is to receive you out of the station, but there is no notification about where to stay. I guess we have to hold a meeting to decide. You know that a meeting is just a group of people arguing, and it can't be resolved after a long time of hesitation..."