Chapter 458: Quarrel in Economy Class

Thirty thousand feet, the plane shuttled through the sea of ​​clouds.

In the first class cabin of the flight, there were three people, Su Ming, Zhao Yun and Nangong Huang.

Su Ming didn't ask Zhao Yun specifically how he persuaded Zhao Qian to let him go out for this trip. It was nothing more than sweet words, fierce fire, and finally some talk about life and ideals, with words such as 'a man's ambition' The principle of high strength, double deception both physically and mentally... Anyway, that's what he did himself. If his predictions were correct, Zhao Yun's methods were also similar. On this point, men's wisdom was the same.

Nangong Huang was holding a paper bag and was so dizzy that he vomited.

This was the first time Su Ming saw a living person who was suffering from airsickness. He was watching with great interest. From time to time, he would ask how you feel now... Among the three people, Zhao Yun was actually the most popular. The plane was still there. Before leaving the country, Su Ming saw two flight attendants, using the opportunity of "tying their seat belts" to find trouble and strike up a conversation with Zhao Yun.

According to flight service regulations, flight attendants are definitely not allowed to disturb passengers, nor are they allowed to talk nonsense about flying. But as long as Su Ming is not blind, he can see that when the two flight attendants looked at Zhao Yun, their eyes were full of confusion. Peach blossom trees are about to grow.

Zhao Yun is also a wonderful person. When a long-legged flight attendant came to 'help check the seat belts' for the third time, he asked her to help take a photo frame from the ceremony: inside was a group photo of the three of them as a family. Then the stewardess never came to care about his seat belt again.

After the flight attendant stopped disturbing him, Zhao Yun picked up a magazine and read it with gusto. Su Ming stretched his head and took a look. It was full of dotted Arabic characters.

"Do you know Arabic?" Even though Su Ming had already developed some immunity to Zhao Yun's erudition, he was still surprised.

"Strictly speaking, my Arabic is better than English!" After Zhao Yun finished speaking, he raised his head and read with a straight Arabic pronunciation: "Allah Huaqbal!"

"What do you mean?"

"Amitabha in the East, Lord of Praise in the West, long live Allah in Arabia!" Zhao Yun recited it again like a sutra and said, "Remember this sentence and say it when you are in danger. Maybe it can help. busy."

"Oh." Su Ming muttered and repeated a few words. Nangong Huang vomited until he had nothing to vomit, so he also learned a few sentences from behind. These words sounded like the boss of a certain instance in World of Warcraft.

"Just tell us this. Don't tell the locals. When you go to other people's places, you must respect other people's living habits and beliefs." Su Ming said sternly. In his impression, in the Arab world, people's beliefs are very devout, and Allah cannot be tarnished. Just because Nangong Huang refers to Allah as the boss in the game, people have to fight him to the death.

Nangong Huang shrank his neck in fright and pursed his lips: "I know, even if I want to say it, the locals can't understand what I say. Uncle Zhao, you are so knowledgeable, you can even speak Arabic!"

Zhao Yun smiled: "Don't underestimate Arabic. More than 200 million people around the world speak Arabic as their mother tongue. It is the language used by 1.5 billion people to perform religious duties. I am doing Antique. During the hundreds of years in the Middle Ages, Arabic was one of the languages ​​used in academic culture throughout the civilized world. During the glorious period of ancient Babylon, it was no weaker than ancient China. There were very splendid civilizations and monuments worth studying. "

"Uncle Zhao, I heard that Arabs, like the Hui people, don't eat pork?" Nangong Huang asked curiously.

There was nothing to do on the plane, so Zhao Yun told Su Ming and others some taboos in the Arab region.

For example, Nangong Huang asked about pork. It is recorded in the Quran that there are three types of unclean food: dead meat, blood and pigs. In other words, people who believe in the Quran do not eat these three types of food. Among them, pigs are more interesting. Although science has proven that pigs have a high IQ, in the Arab region, pigs have been considered a combination of ugly, greedy, stupid, filthy and **** since ancient times.

"Also, it is said that pigs have only one tendon on their neck and can neither see the sky nor turn back. We are very particular about changing our minds, and this characteristic of pigs is contrary to our living habits. This is why we do not eat One reason is pork," Zhao Yun said with a smile.

Nangong Huang and Su Ming both subconsciously touched the back of their necks.

Except for pork, Shiites in southern Iraq do not eat rabbit meat. They use their right hand to eat. The left hand is generally regarded as a dirty hand and cannot be used to shake hands with others or pass food. If someone invites you to eat, you must finish it as soon as possible. Go, otherwise the owner will think it is a sign of gluttony...

"What if I'm left-handed?" Nangong Huang shook his left hand.

Zhao Yun smiled and did not answer him, but said seriously: "Also, please remember not to talk casually with strange women on the street! Doing so may kill the woman you are talking to."

"What a hellish place. If Yangchuan City is like this, then there will probably be no women left in the city." Nangong Huang muttered.

As he was talking, there was a sudden noise in the economy class cabin at the back.

The two people were shouting something loudly, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even in the first-class cabin with good sound insulation.

A flight attendant came out of the lounge and hurriedly walked through the first class cabin and walked towards the second class cabin. Su Ming and Nangong Huang, who had been idle for a long time, felt their balls hurt. Without thinking, they unbuckled their seat belts and followed. Look what happened.

"Gentlemen, please take your seats." The stewardess stopped and turned around to stop them. Her tone was gentle, but her attitude was firm. The plane was not a place for square dancing and watching the fun.

Zhao Yun came from behind and showed a charming smile: "Madam, I know some Arabic, maybe I can help you."

The stewardesses on this flight all know Arabic. Zhao Yun is not too many, but seeing Zhao Yun, the stewardess hesitated for a moment, and nodded, but looked at Su Ming and Nangong Huang in confusion: "Okay, then you follow me, these two..."

"We are together." Zhao Yun's voice was so gentle that it could drown people.

"Oh... okay..." The stewardess nodded again subconsciously as if she was hypnotized, turned around and led the way to the economy class.

Zhao Yun shrugged at the stunned Su Ming and Nangong Huang, with an expression of "this is nothing", and took the lead to follow.

Nangong Huang gave a thumbs up from behind and patted Su Ming on the shoulder: "Brother-in-law, you still have to work hard!"

"Let's encourage each other!" Su Ming said sadly.

A few steps to the economy class, I saw two men with obvious Arab features arguing fiercely in the aisle near the rear door.

One was dark and thin, less than 1.7 meters tall, and the other was tall, with a big beard on his face, as strong as a black bear.