Mantra

Chapter 187
My question came out of my mouth without any special meaning.But the village chief of Mao Shizhai was vague and embarrassed.

I saw how he was about to cry, and knew that he must have something hidden to say.

For the sake of harmony, I hurriedly changed my words and asked about the weather and night housing.

Finally, under my negotiation, all comrades were arranged by the village head to be stationed in the office of the village brigade.

Maoshi Village is also poor. We found out after we arrived at the office of the brigade that it was also made of wooden shacks and plastic bags. There were no tables or benches, so we could only sit on the ground. Hot flames.

Before dinner, as a representative of the veterans, I had a meeting with the brothers in the same group around the bonfire, reminding them to pay attention to the local folk customs, and I also told the village chief that you must not go out at night, and if there is something to talk about tomorrow .

Although everyone is confused by what I said, they are all soldiers after all, and they carry out orders very thoroughly.

After unifying our opinions, we arranged the equipment and beds according to the arrangement of the village head, established the order of sentry at night, and did some work for the villagers within our capacity, and then returned to the fire hall of the village brigade to prepare for dinner.

To be honest, the village has worked hard to entertain us.When we returned to the fire hall of the village brigade, we saw a large bowl of cold cucumbers and black rice on the ground.

After we assembled, the village chief asked us to wait with a smile on his face, saying that the hot dishes would be served soon.

After I nodded slightly, I sat down with my comrades and chatted about the daily life.

During the period, Batulu was very curious about Guizhou cuisine, and it seemed that he was the only one in the group who could "enjoy" those unique delicacies.In addition, Batulu came from the grassland after all, so he has relatively little knowledge and has a freshness in many things.

Batulu looked eastward, touched westward, and finally set his sights on the pot of black rice.

Out of curiosity, he patted me on the back and said, "Old Bing Tian, ​​Old Bing Tian, ​​why is this rice black? Has it gone bad?"

After all, I was born as a cook in the cooking class, so it is impossible for me to be as ignorant as Ba Tulu.

So, I told Batulu carefully that this thing is called black rice, a specialty of Guizhou, and it was a tribute to the emperor in the past. Leave more money and repay others.

While I was talking about it, the old village chief walked in with a pot of stewed chicken and pork with a smile on his face.

"It's not good, don't dislike it!" The village head smiled wrinkledly, and put the pot full of meat beside the fire hall.

We were very moved by the words of the old village chief. I knew what this pot full of meat meant to the whole cat shit village.

Amid thousands of thanks, the village head smiled honestly. While greeting us to eat, the old man turned around and continued to serve the food.

In anticipation, Batulu stretched his neck long, waiting for the old village head to take the rare and strange smell.But soon he was disappointed.

Because what the village chief brought up next... can only be described as horror.

At that time, the village chief turned around and walked towards the pot of black rice that was still slightly steaming, and slapped the rice pot casually.

A scene that surprised us all happened, because we clearly saw that the pot of black rice "flyed" under the instigation of the village head!

As soon as the grains were clear, those black rice grains covered the sky like a whirlwind, and quickly rushed out of the doors and windows.

Looking at that puff of black smoke, we were all frightened, what does this mean?Is the rice ready? !

In the commotion, I hurriedly looked carefully at the flying rice grains, and then suddenly found that those flying things... were all flies!A fly the size of a grain of rice.

Is this the rhythm of eating people...

When the flying flies were completely dispersed, I was surprised to see that the pot of black rice... turned into white rice.

The veins were swollen, and I realized in despair that it wasn't black rice at all, the whole pot of rice was covered with a layer...it was actually full of flies.

It's really...a special delicacy.

The most exaggerated thing is that the old village chief didn't seem to realize that all this was so abnormal. He was very used to turning a blind eye to what happened just now, and he just picked up the rice bowl and served each of us with white rice with his own hands.

Holding the food in the marching bowl, the hands of all of us were trembling slightly, and even Baturu, the most adaptable "raw seafood", was completely dumbfounded.

This is the "fly grilled rice" that no one has ever eaten!Such a dark dish... It's broken just thinking about it.

But the muttering in his heart returned to his muttering, facing the enthusiastic hospitality and hardworking expression of the village chief of Maoshizhai.I know that if I don't eat, I will not give everyone face, and my old squad leader has repeatedly ordered me to take the lead as the backbone of the company.

After a little mental preparation, I raised the corners of my mouth as much as I could, put on a smile, and swallowed a mouthful of rice.

While chewing, I encouraged everyone to eat more, and kept reminding everyone not to waste food, let alone let down the deep friendship of the mountain people to us.

In the end, with my encouragement, everyone barely started to move, and each of us ate another half a bowl of rice before we passed the second difficulty of this cat shit village.

After the "pleasant" dinner, each of us turned pale and felt as uncomfortable as a dead person. Even Batulu, who had the most "sea stomach", put away his old excited expression and curious look, like a dead dog Crawl in a sleeping bag.

Facing the embarrassing silence, I have no choice but to advise everyone to try to open some. Since the village head let us eat, we will definitely not kill anyone, and the cat feces village is difficult, so it is very good to be able to take out white rice and stewed pork. Don't be dissatisfied.

Under my repeated consolation, all of us managed to recover a little bit of anger.After talking for a while in the middle of the night, they fell asleep, leaving only Zhao Hong watching the fire pit and guarding the sentry.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Hong suddenly pushed me awake in the dim eyes, and he said to me vigilantly: "Old Tian! Listen to what is the cause of this."

The night in the mountainous area was extremely quiet, and I could only hear the snoring and snorting of soldiers in my ears, so what Zhao Hong said surprised me very much.

I said lazily, "I didn't hear anything! What's the matter?"

Zhao Hong scratched his head, then made a silent gesture.

Afterwards, I held my breath for a long time before I heard the howling of wolves in the distant sky.

At first, I didn't take the discovery of "Zhao Hong" seriously.

There are many barren hills in Guizhou, and there are many mountains, so wolves are naturally indispensable, so there is nothing to make a fuss about.

But just at this time, another howl outside the house surprised me.

Because I clearly heard a wolf howl suddenly in this cat shit village, and then I saw a shadow running past swaying between the gaps in the wooden house we lived in.

Has the wolf... entered the village?
(End of this chapter)