Mantra

Chapter 7 Lively Seafood
At that time, our army assigned a group of recruits.

Among the recruits, there was a short, fat, dark-skinned Mongolian boy.

That kid is half a head shorter than others, but he is very strong, especially his explosive power, and his wrestling skills are very authentic, which also left a deep impression on me.

Maybe because he is a Mongolian, his name is very long, and I can't remember it completely until now.He seems to be called "Burigut Talin Baturu or Battle" or something.Anyway, the translation is "Warrior of the Eagle Prairie" or "Prairie of the Eagle Warrior".In short, it sounds like an aphrodisiac name.

Later, the company commander thought his name was too long, so he called him Batu or Batulu every time he was called.

However, in private, we prefer to call him "Vigorous Seafood"!
The reason why everyone gave him such a nickname is entirely because of the "life habits" of this Mongolian guy, who is a little too "violent".

At that time, because Batulu had just come from the grassland, his eating habits were very different from ours.He especially likes to eat half raw or whole raw things.

I often see Batulu chewing something in his mouth. When I ask him, he will still put half an unwashed shiitake mushroom or a lump of raw lamb in front of me, and tell me how delicious it tastes with a smile. Eat more, strengthen your body... In short, what I hear is that my scalp is numb.

Because of this, we all call him "Vigorous Seafood".

And the favorite place for this "violent seafood" after joining the army is our cooking class.

In my memory, this kid always came to the cooking class to chat, and every time he had new tricks, one moment he said he was giving us a taste of kumiss, and the other moment he said he was singing hoomei to us.

At first, I thought he liked cooking, but then I realized that this kid only came for one purpose every time.It is when we are not paying attention, secretly tearing raw beef and mutton to eat, forget about tearing, and take it away.

Later, the squad leader forbade him from coming and issued an order to evict him.

I know that the squad leader is not afraid that he will steal it, but that he will get some bad disease if he eats too much raw food.

But even so, we couldn't stop this Mongolian seafood lover.

It didn't take long for our old squad leader's idea to unfortunately come true.

I remember that on a Sunday, when I was on duty, this raw seafood came to our cafeteria again.

At that time, I saw that he was covered in dust, with cut blood on his arms, and fragments of moso bamboo on his head, as if he had just been through a fight.

Moreover, what confuses me the most is that Sheng Meng Seafood is holding a bloody army green cloth bag in his hand, which is bulging and has a strong smell. It seems to be some kind of meat or a dead body!

Looking at his weird appearance and the things in his hands, I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling, and asked him anxiously, "Why did you go?"

"Old Bing Tian! Old Bing Tian!" Sheng Meng Seafood held up the green cloth bag in his hand, and said in his blunt Mongolian Mandarin: "I treat you! Open a small stove, open a small stove! The baby from the back mountain!"

At that time, I understood that this kid went to the back mountain to look for food again.

Our barracks is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and on the back mountain are moso bamboos all over the mountains.There are a lot of ingredients in there.Since the arrival of raw seafood, it has become a good place for him to relax and entertain. For him, it is more like a training ground for exercising and a warehouse for providing snacks.

This time, it was obvious that he got something extraordinary again.

At the time, I didn't kick him out.

I admit, my curiosity got the better of me at the time.So, I pointed to the cloth bag in his arms, and curiously he asked, "What the hell!"

Seeing that I was interested, Shengmeng Seafood immediately put the package on the stove, he smiled triumphantly, and opened the cloth package.

There is a bloody mass of flesh!

At that time, I was stunned, looking at the hairy meat, I didn't know whether to praise this Mongolian guy or blame him for being reckless and ignorant.

"This is... a ban!" I exclaimed.

"Forbidden? What the hell?" At that time, the Mongolian boy didn't understand the meaning of the words I yelled out, let alone the value of the things in his hands.

Still grinning, he shook his head and said, "Isn't this just a piece of pork?"

In desperation, I gave him a simple lesson and told him what kind of meat "forbidden scorpion" is!

"Forbidden pork" is a proper noun, it specifically refers to the best meat on the back of the pig, and now it also refers to the beautiful things that cannot be shared by others.This kind of meat is said to be the best in pork!

How good is this meat?It is said that in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, this kind of forbidden meat was only suitable for the emperor. Every time the officials killed a pig, they would spontaneously dedicate this piece of good meat on the neck to the emperor for enjoyment.

Obviously, although the Mongolian guy knew it was good meat, he didn't know the meaning of the word "forbidden scorpion".

But in the face of this kind of delicacy, I am not happy at all.

After thinking about it, I know that wild boars are the only ones I can meet on the back mountain, and I can tell from the scars and dirt on the raw seafood that he must have fought against wild boars. It is absolutely impossible for him to pick up this meat halfway, or The wild boar cut it off to honor him.

This is a big problem!

At that time, going up the mountain to catch wild boars was strictly prohibited by our company. Firstly, because wild boars are nationally protected animals, and secondly, because wild boars are very dangerous. Not only do they have a bad temper, but their skin is so thick that they can’t even be shot with a shotgun. How can you provoke him so easily?

For the sake of this kid's second half of his life, I immediately put on a straight face, took advantage of my interests, and criticized "Sheng Meng Seafood" and told him not to be an example, otherwise, I would take the matter to the company commander.

But this Mongolian guy has a good attitude. No matter what I say, he still smiles, saying that he will not dare next time, and this time he did it all to repay us.He also said that he was a little embarrassed to eat so much raw beef in the cooking class in the past, so he wanted to have a small stove with us.

At that time, I stopped his thoughts.I said I appreciate your kindness, but you can handle the meat yourself. I can lend you the pot, but we can't eat the meat.

I didn't mean to make things difficult for him.

Because the army has regulations, the meat eaten in the barracks must be quarantined. If I cook this kind of "small stove" for the brothers in the cooking squad, the old squad leader will beat me to death if no one tells me.

After that, I didn't tell others about this matter, and I didn't ask about the details of how Baturu killed the wild boar.

Thinking about it now, it’s also thanks to my not being greedy, otherwise, I would have suffered from that kind of violent "bulimia" just like Batulu and Xian Hongye.

After Batulu ate wild boar meat, he soon became abnormal within a few days.

In the first few days, we couldn't see anything, but Batulu's appetite was getting bigger and bigger every day, until a few days later, his eyes were red, and he ate food for five people by himself. Only then did he realize that he was sick.

Later, our company commander sent Batulu to the health team, but the results of the health worker's inspection were surprising. Batulu didn't have any diseases. Most importantly, his digestive system was in good condition, and he didn't overeat at all. , Symptoms such as bloating and constipation should be manifested.

At that time, people in our company were very surprised, and some even speculated that there was a meat-eating imp in Batulu's stomach. In short, the rumors were very evil. Shengmeng Seafood has become a news figure, but the disease is getting worse day by day.

At the critical moment, it was my old squad leader who stepped forward and saved Batulu's life.

When the old squad leader heard about Baturu, he immediately took me to the health team where Baturu was. During the period, the old squad leader only told me one thing, let me prepare a bowl of "ginger mustard water, Wait until you see the old bus! Don't worry about what he's doing, just pour it into your stomach!"

But when we arrived at the health team and saw Batulu lying on the bed, I was still frightened and stood still, completely forgetting the old squad leader's instructions.

Because I saw him Baturu lying on the hospital bed with red eyes... gnawing on a dead cat!
(End of this chapter)