Chapter 971 The Best Son-in-Law
Mohand's tent was surrounded by a group of people who wanted to know the outcome of the negotiations. Most of these people had daughters. Although they didn't know Xiao Peng well, he was definitely their ideal son-in-law!
How could I let go of a man who is strong enough and knows medical skills?
As for his character, they didn't care at all: being strong and knowing medicine was enough! What else could he possibly need? Besides, the fact that he just knelt on one leg to treat the ankle of an elderly stranger proved that he was a good guy!
Unfortunately, there was only one of them, so there wasn't enough to go around. At most, four families could take advantage—yes, they'd already decided to give Xiao Peng four wives, following the MSL standard!
As for whether Xiao Peng would refuse, they had never thought about this question at all.
Xiao Peng never took off his sunglasses in front of anyone, and he was with a few French people. Plus, he was very tanned, so it was easy for people to mistake him for French - what French man would refuse a woman?
They also have some understanding of the French: there are a large number of French troops stationed in their neighboring countries - garrisons, not UN peacekeeping forces.
The whole of Mali is extremely lively now, with various forces mixed together: local warlords, government forces, extremists, peacekeeping forces and French troops are fighting each other.
France has always considered Africa to be its own backyard, so it definitely doesn't mind flexing its muscles in Mali, with more than 4,500 soldiers stationed in Mali all year round.
This number may not sound like a lot, but fighting in Africa is not a legionary battle: now one or two hundred people can build a fortress and concentrate various advanced weapons to dominate one side.
Moreover, unlike the peacekeeping forces that maintain law and order and protect civilians, the French troops are the type that take the initiative: just a few days ago they dispatched aircraft to carry out large-scale bombings, and then claimed to have killed more than 50 terrorists.
Who suffered the most from the chaos there? The civilians, of course! A large number of Malian civilians fled Mali, and there are many Malians in Mauritania. They also told the Mauritanians about their experiences.
According to Malian refugees, anyone entering Mali with weapons is a jerk, including peacekeepers. They've bullied civilians and insulted local women—except for the yellow-skinned peacekeepers with red markings. They're genuinely protecting the local civilians, and they're not lecherous enough to assault local women. They're truly friends to the locals!
Huh? Xiao Peng has a red logo on his car? He definitely doesn't own one—their red logo has little yellow stars! And look at his skin color, he's clearly one of our African compatriots!
Inside the tent, Xiao Peng was shaking his head almost to pieces: "Mohande, stop trying to match me up with someone else! How could I possibly get married? I'm not lying to you, I already have a girlfriend!"
"You have a girlfriend?" Mohand was stunned.
Xiao Peng nodded vigorously. "I really do have a girlfriend, and more than one! I have three girlfriends! My girlfriends drove me crazy, so I came to Africa to relax! If I get married here? I really won't be able to live like this when I go back."
"Go back?" Mohad shook his head. "Why should I go back? It's so much better to stay here. Xiao, the people who asked me to help propose marriage to you are all chiefs of the tribes here, the kind with at least 300 sheep at home! You can marry the daughters of four chiefs, and then you can unite the four tribes. Then, in our country, even the president won't dare to look down on you!"
Xiao Peng almost cried after hearing this. What kind of chief am I? How can I buy a house and land here and live with the sand?
Oh my God! This was the first time he missed the sea so much!
He was a typical "Ye Gong loves dragons" person. Before coming to the desert, he was extremely curious, but after encountering a sandstorm, all he wanted was to get out of here as soon as possible! And to be honest, everyone has compassion, and here Xiao Peng often felt that he was being tortured by his conscience.
These people are simple and kind, but they are indeed poor! Of course, they often don't think so and feel very happy. Just like Mohande mentioned the "three hundred sheep" just now, in their eyes, this is a fortune that Xiao Peng cannot refuse...
"Mohande, I'm sorry. I appreciate your kindness, but I really can't do this." Xiao Peng stood up and said, "I still have a lot of places to go. I can't stay here. But don't worry, we Chinese will always be your good friends!"
But Mohande obviously misunderstood Xiao Peng's meaning. He was silent for a moment and then said, "I understand. You have a mission, right? Wait, are you Chinese?"
Xiao Peng's face was filled with gloom: "Don't you think I look like a Chinese?"
He didn't wear sunglasses in the tent. Although he was a little darker, his facial features were still visible in the photo, right?
Mohand sighed and said, "If I had known you were Chinese, I wouldn't have wasted my breath. There are some Chinese people working on desertification control around Nouakchott. They're really great. We once tried to propose marriage, but were rejected. Even sending my daughter to them wouldn't work. Don't you Chinese people like women?"
How should Xiao Peng answer this question? Say he's lustful? That would be too damaging to his image; say he's not lustful? Wouldn't that make him a nation of eunuchs? He coughed dryly and said, "Mohande, we Chinese prefer to pursue happy love. Marriage requires mutual affection, understanding, and satisfaction. As our ancestors said, 'A forced melon isn't sweet!' It means that everything should be left to nature, just like if you pick unripe dates and eat them, they won't taste good!"
Mohand frowned slightly. "If they're picked early, it must mean they need to be hydrated urgently. Who cares if they don't taste good then? Isn't it better to get to know each other slowly after marriage? Look at me, I only met my first wife once before I married her! I didn't even meet my second wife when I married her, and we're still living happily together, aren't we?"
Xiao Peng was completely helpless: "Mohande, I respect your customs, please respect ours too, okay?"
Mohande sighed. "Xiao, when I found out you were Chinese, I knew this wouldn't work. By the way, didn't you come here to refuel and resupply? You won't be able to find oil nearby. So, keep running in this direction. About 140 kilometers away is the Nolida tribe. There's a military camp there. I'll give you a certificate so you can refuel and refill your tanks there."
Xiao Peng hurriedly thanked him, and suddenly he asked with a malicious look, "Can you propose marriage to those two white guys at the door?"
Finally, it was Nuohan's turn to shake his head like a rattle: "These white people just came to take a look, they can't stay! There's not even a glimmer of hope!"
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