At that time, our troops were assigned a group of new recruits. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

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

That kid is slightly half a head shorter than others, but he has a lot of strength, especially his explosive power, and his wrestling kung fu with one hand on his clothes is very authentic, which also impresses me deeply.

Probably because he was a Mongol, his name was very long, and I can't remember it completely. He seems to be called something "Birgut. Collapsed forests. Baturu or Battle: "Something." Anyway, it translates to "the warrior of the eagle steppe" or "the grassland of the eagle warrior" or something like that. In short, it's an aphrodisiac name.

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

Privately, though, we prefer to call him by the nickname "Raw Seafood"!

The reason why everyone gave him such a nickname was completely because of the "living habits" of this Mongolian guy, which was a little too "violent".

At that time, Baturu had a very different diet from us because he had just come from the grassland. He especially likes to eat things that are half alive, or whole life.

I often saw Baturu chewing something in his mouth, and when I asked him, he would still put half an unwashed shiitake mushroom or a lump of raw lamb in front of me, and tell me with a smile how delicious it tasted, that I should eat more and strengthen my body....... in short, I listened to the numbness of my scalp.

Because of this, we all call him "raw seafood".

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

As far back as I can remember, this boy was always coming to the cooking class to chat, and each time he had a new trick, one time he said he was giving us mare's milk wine, and the other he was singing to us.

At first, I thought he liked to cook, but then I realized that this kid came for only one purpose every time. It is to take advantage of the fact that when we are not paying attention, we secretly tear raw beef and mutton to eat, and even if we tear it, we will take it with us.

Later, the squad leader forbade him to come, and issued an eviction order.

I know that the squad leader is not afraid that he will eat secretly, but that he is afraid that he will eat too much raw food and get some bad disease.

But even so, we can't stop this special Mongolian seafood hobby.

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

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

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

Moreover, what I can't figure out the most is that Shengmeng Seafood is still holding a bloody army-green cloth bag in his hand, which is bulging and smells very fishy, as if it is some kind of great meat or ...... Corpse!

I looked at his strange appearance and the things in his hand, my scalp couldn't help tingling, and I asked him worriedly, "Why did you go?" ”

"Tian veteran! Tian veteran! Shengmeng Seafood raised the green cloth bag in his hand and said in his stiff Mongolian Mandarin: "I'm in for a treat!" Open a small stove, open a small stove! Baby from the back mountain! ”

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

Our barracks are surrounded by mountains on three sides, and on the back mountains are moso bamboos all over the mountains. There are a lot of ingredients there. Ever since the arrival of Fresh Seafood, it has become a great place for him to relax and entertain, and for him, it is more like a practice ground for exercising and a warehouse for snacks.

This time, apparently he got something amazing again.

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

I'll admit that my curiosity prevailed at the time. So, I stretched out my hand and pointed to the cloth bag in his arms, and he asked curiously, "What the hell!" ”

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

There's a blur of flesh over there!

I was stunned, looking at the hairy mass of meat, not knowing whether to praise this Mongolian guy or reproach him for being reckless and ignorant.

"It's ...... Forbidden belly! I exclaimed.

"Confinement? What's that? At that time, the Mongolian boy didn't understand the meaning of the words I shouted, let alone the value of what he was holding.

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 belly" is!

"Forbidden belly" is a proper noun that refers specifically to the best meat on the back of a pig's neck, and now also to refer to something beautiful that cannot be shared. This meat is said to be the best of pork!

How good is this meat? It is said that in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, this kind of forbidden meat was only worthy of the emperor, and every time the officials killed a pig, they would spontaneously dedicate this piece of good meat on their necks to the emperor to enjoy.

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

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

Thinking about it, I also know that the only thing I can meet on the mountain is the wild boar, and judging from the scars and dirt on the raw seafood, he must have fought with the wild boar, and this meat could never have been picked up by him halfway, or the wild boar himself cut it to honor him.

That's a big problem!

At that time, it was forbidden for our company to go up to the back mountain to catch wild boars, firstly because wild boars are protected animals by the state, and secondly, because wild boars are dangerous, and that thing is not only short-tempered, but also has thick skin to the point that it can't even be touched with a shotgun, how can it be easily provoked.

For the sake of the second half of this kid's life, I immediately put on a straight face, knew the benefits, criticized the "raw seafood", and told him not to take it as an example, otherwise, I would stab the matter to the company commander.

But this Mongolian guy has a good attitude, no matter what I say, he still smiled, saying that he wouldn't 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 open a small stove with us.

I stopped him at that time. I said that I appreciate your kindness, but you can handle this meat yourself, and I can lend you the pot for use, but we can't eat the meat.

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

Because the army has regulations that the meat eaten in the barracks must be quarantined, if I open this kind of "small stove" for the brothers in the cooking class, if others don't say it, the old squad leader will have to beat me to death, and I don't want to find this crime for no reason.

Later, I didn't tell anyone about this matter, and I didn't ask the details of how he killed the wild boar in Baturu.

Now that I think about it, it's thanks to the fact that I didn't have a greedy mouth, otherwise, I would have to have the same violent "bulimia" as Baturu and Xian Hongye.

After Baturu ate the wild boar, within a few days, it quickly became abnormal.

For the first few days, we couldn't see anything, but the amount of food in Baturu was getting bigger and bigger day by day, and it wasn't until a few days later, when he had red eyes and five people by himself, that our company realized that he was sick.

Later, our company commander sent Baturu to the health team, but the results of the hygienist's examination were surprising, this Baturu did not have any diseases, and most importantly, his digestive system was fine, and he did not have the symptoms of stomach distension and constipation that he should have manifested before.

At that time, the people in our company were very surprised, and some people even speculated that Baturu had a meat-eating imp in his stomach, in short, it was very evil, and for a while, all kinds of speculation in the company were very dusty, and for a while, the raw seafood became a news figure, but the disease became more and more serious day by day.

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

When the old squad leader heard about Baturu, he immediately took me to the health team where Baturu was, during which the old squad leader only ordered me one thing, and asked me to prepare a bowl of "ginger mustard water, and when I see Lao Ba!" Don't care what he's doing, just pour it into his stomach! ”

But when we arrived at the health team and saw Baturu lying on the bed, I was so frightened that I stood still, completely forgetting the instructions of the old squad leader.

Because I saw him Baturu lying on his hospital bed, with red eyes...... Gnawing on a dead cat!