My question was casual and didn't mean anything special. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info, but the village chief of the cat village was vague and embarrassed.

I looked at the way he was about to cry, and knew that he must have something hidden that he couldn't say.

For the sake of harmony, I quickly changed my tune and asked about the weather and the night's housing.

In the end, under my consultation, all the comrades-in-arms were arranged by the village chief to be stationed in the office of the village brigade.

When we arrived at the brigade office, we found that it was also made of wooden shacks and plastic bags, and there were no tables and benches, so we could only sit on the ground, and there was a black stove in the middle, and a few lukewarm flames were bubbling.

Before dinner, as a representative of the veterans, I held a meeting with my brothers around the bonfire, asked them to pay attention to the local folk customs, and told the village chief that they must not go out at night, and that they would talk about something tomorrow.

Although everyone was in a fog by what I said, after all, they are all soldiers, and they still carry out orders very thoroughly.

After unanimating our opinions, we arranged the equipment and beds according to the arrangement of the village chief, worked out the order of sentry at night, and did some work for the villagers as much as we could, and then returned to the fire hall of the village brigade to prepare for dinner.

To be honest, the village has put a lot of hard work into entertaining us. When we returned to the fire hall of the village brigade, we saw a large pot of cold cucumber and black rice on the ground.

After the village chief gathered us, he smiled and asked us to wait for a while, saying that the hot food would come soon.

After a slight nod, I sat down with my comrades and chatted about family life.

During this period, Baturu was very curious about Guizhou's food, and he seemed to be the only one in the group who could "enjoy" those unique delicacies. In addition, Baturu is from the grassland after all, and he has relatively little knowledge, so he has a fresh energy for many things.

Baturu looked in the east, touched in the west, and finally fell on the pot of black rice.

Curious, he patted me on the back and said, "Old soldier Tian, old soldier Tian, why is this rice black and broken?" ”

After all, I came from a cooking class cook, and I can't be as ignorant as Baturu.

So, I carefully told Baturu that this thing is called black rice, a specialty of Guizhou, and it used to be a tribute to the emperor, and it was old and rare, and the village chief entertained us with such a valuable thing, which shows the importance of our people's soldiers.

Just as I was talking, the old village chief walked in with a smile and a pot of local chicken and pork stew.

"Things are not good, don't dislike them!" The village chief smiled wrinkled and placed the pot full of meat by the fire.

We were very touched by the words of the old village chief, and I knew what this full pot of meat meant to the entire cat village.

In the midst of a thousand thanks, the village chief smiled simply, and the old man beckoned us to eat while turning around and continuing to serve the food.

In anticipation, the old man with Baturu's neck stretched out, waiting for the old village chief to take the rare smell. But he was soon disappointed.

Because the next thing that the village chief brought up...... It can only be described as a thriller.

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

A scene that surprised all of us happened, because we clearly saw that the pot of black rice was instigated by the village chief...... actually "flew" up!

The grains of black rice spread like a whirlwind, and soon rushed out of the doors and windows.

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

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

Is this the rhythm of cannibalism......

When the flies were completely gone, I was surprised to see the pot of black rice...... It turned into white rice.

I realized in despair that it wasn't black rice at all, but a full layer of rice on top of it...... It's all flies.

Really...... Special cuisine.

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

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

This is a "fly steak rice" that no one has ever eaten! Such a dark dish...... It's broken to think about.

But he muttered in his heart, facing the warm hospitality and hard work of the village chief of the cat village. I knew that if I didn't eat, I would lose face for everyone, and my old squad leader had repeatedly instructed me, as the backbone of the company, to take the lead.

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

While chewing, I encouraged everyone to eat more, and kept reminding everyone that we should not waste food, let alone live up to the deep friendship of the mountain people for us.

In the end, with my encouragement, everyone reluctantly got moving, and each of us ate a small half bowl of rice, and then we could be regarded as passing the second difficulty of this cat village.

At the end of the "pleasant" dinner, each of us turned pale and uncomfortable as a dead person, and even Baturu, who was the most "sea-stomached", put away his old excited expression and curious look, and crawled in his sleeping bag like a dead dog.

Faced with the embarrassing cold scene, I had to advise everyone to think about it, since the village chief let us eat, we must not eat the dead, and it is difficult for people to eat cat feces, it is already very good to be able to take out white rice and stew pork, don't be satisfied.

It was only after my repeated persuasions that all of us regained a little bit of vitality. After talking for a while in the first half of the night, he fell asleep, leaving Zhao Hong to watch the fire pit and the sentry.

In the second half of the night, in the hazy sleepy eyes, Zhao Hong suddenly woke me up, and he said to me with some vigilance: "Lao Tian! Listen to what this is. ”

The night in the mountains was unusually quiet, and only the snoring and snorting of soldiers were in my ears, so Zhao Hong's words surprised me very much.

I lazily said, "I didn't hear anything!" What's wrong? ”

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

Then, I held my breath for a few moments before I heard the wolf howls in the distance.

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

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

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

For I could clearly hear that in this cat village, a wolf suddenly let out a dry howl, and then I saw a shadow running around between the cracks in the wooden house where we lived.

Wolf...... Have you entered the village?