Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Yang Xiaole took out a greasy salt water bottle from the kitchen and walked towards the brigade.

After leaving the village, people were immediately overwhelmed by the cornfields on both sides. There were a lot of cobs on them, and they would be harvested in more than a month.

There are people patrolling the fields from time to time to prevent anyone from stealing corn cobs.

The three-meter-wide dirt path has various weeds growing on both sides.

Across the cornfield is a soybean field, and then the Wanggezhuang rice field.

Passing by the edge of Wanggezhuang, we came to a main road. Along the main road, we quickly arrived near the Hongqi Village Committee, which is the production brigade.

There was no rush to go to the consignment point, but continued to move forward.

After a while I saw a thatched house on the roadside.

There is no food grown in the field next to it. There are more than a dozen wooden boxes placed on it, and countless bees are flying around in the sky.

Before I got close to the beehive, there were bees flying around in the middle of the road.

This thing is a treasure in this era.

Not to mention rural people, even urban people cannot eat it. It is self-evident who can eat it.

Although he has never farmed before, he has gone to school.

Without bees to spread pollen, there would be no results.

And according to the growth rate in the space, it will be ready for use soon, but don’t just bloom but not bear fruit by then.

The beekeeper called the old man Huang Tuozi. The exact name is unclear.

The old man is busy on the grass.

One pair of hands, without gloves or protection, just walked around among a swarm of bees, taking out a board from the beehive from time to time.

When Yang Xiaole saw this scene, let alone go to get something from the beehive with bare hands, he was afraid of being stung by bees even if he got close to it now.

That thing stings really hurts.

But it’s impossible for him not to go at this time!

Let him look for wild honey, but he won't be able to catch it.

Looking at the bees floating in the air, he frowned and walked over.

The old man watched him coming, but he just glanced at him and said nothing.

Playing with your things quietly.

Insert the boards into a hand-cranked wooden bucket. There is something similar to a water outlet next to it, and a small wooden bucket is placed underneath to catch the honey.

The old man did not rush to shake the honey, but cleaned some bees out of the hive.

Some are dead, most are alive.

After it was done, the old man glanced at him and asked him: "What are you doing? Do you want honey? Just have the approval slip from the commune."

Yang Xiaole shook his head: "No, Grandpa Huang, I want two queen bees, okay? I'm not in good health, so I use them to make wine."

When a hive reaches a certain size, it will divide into separate nests, and the flight range of bees is limited.

This means that there is an upper limit to the amount of pollen that can be collected, and the number of bees that can be supported does not change much.

It has been fixed for so many years.

Moreover, there are quite a few queen bees that escape here every year, so queen bees are not as precious as imagined.

Hearing this, the old man glanced at him, pointed to the bee that had just fallen on the ground and said, "Go over there and take a look. There should be one."

Yang Xiaole stretched out his head to take a look and walked over cautiously.

He was afraid that the bees in the sky would hit him.

When he came closer and looked at the bees crawling on the ground, he really couldn't tell which one was the queen bee!

The old man glanced at him, walked over and pulled it a few times with his hands.

Pick out a bee that has a longer tail than other bees, is darker, and has a slightly larger body.

Put it directly on the ground.

It's just that the bees are a little unhealthy and seem to be unable to fly.

"wait a moment."

The old man put the bee in front of him, then stood up, went to a beehive and looked at it for a while, and picked out a bee from inside.

"Give it to you!"

After it was done, he went back and started shaking the honey.

Yang Xiaole looked at the bees on the ground and was speechless for a while.

The sick queen bee crawling on the ground was fine, but the healthy queen bee caught from the beehive was crushed to death by the old man, probably because he was worried that the bees would fly away.

But he just said that he was using it to make wine.

It's hard to say anything now.

Looking at the bees crawling on the ground, Yang Xiaole thought for a moment and wondered whether they could be revived with well water.

With the attitude of giving it a try, he found a leaf nearby and wrapped the two bees.

But when leaving, he still asked: "Grandpa Huang, you gave me the queen bee, are you okay?"

"It's okay. There are two queens in that nest of bees. One of them will die in the end anyway, so it doesn't matter."

The old man shook the handle as he spoke.

The board inside rotated rapidly.

From the bamboo water outlet, a stream of honey gushes out and falls into the wooden barrel below.

There are also many bee carcasses and parts inside.

Yang Xiaole looked at the honey and swallowed. Sugar is rarely eaten in a year, let alone honey.

But he knew that he couldn't get the honey.

If you are a relative of the other party, you can still get some secretly. If it doesn't matter, don't even think about it.

I could only leave in frustration.

Returning to the main road, he walked quickly towards the village committee, carefully watching the bees not to fall off.

When he came to a small forest, he looked around.

Seeing no one there, he came to a bush, squatted down, and quietly entered the space.

He had seen it in the morning, and he didn't care about anything else at this time.

I got a drop of well water and put it next to the leaves of the tree, and then I watched it quietly.

"buzz"

Just as he was staring at the queen bee, he felt something moving above his head.

He immediately knew it was a bee.

As if I could feel it, there was really one above my head, and there was one lying on my clothes.

As his thoughts flashed, he took away the two bees.

After finishing it, he set his sights on the queen bee in his hand.

At this time, the queen bee was sucking the well water.

"Hey, I really drank it!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole felt happy for a while, but he didn't know if drinking the well water would work.

After the bee drank a drop of well water, the bee lay there motionless.

Yang Xiaole looked around when he saw this, and a small wooden box in the wooden house appeared in his hand.

Carefully put the queen bee in.

As for whether it can survive, it depends on its own destiny. If it doesn't work, he will think of another way.

He placed the wooden box under the eaves of the thatched hut, put a few drops of well water on the leaves, and then stopped caring about it.

I'll get some pollen for it to eat later.

After finishing it, he finally left the space.

He looked up and saw no one was around, so he walked towards the village committee.

After a while he came to a brick house.

It is the sales agency of Zhang Liuer's family.

On a wooden board at the door is written in calligraphy: Hongqi Village Purchasing and Sales Agency.
To be continued...