The bees flew out in groups, circled around the honeycomb, and returned to their nests, returning to their calm.

From commotion and tame, the changes in the bee colony are quite obvious.

In addition to Wu Qingchen next to him, the cowherds and serfs present immediately understood that the action of moving wild bees at night had been successful.

The most excited little Andre quickly got close to Wu Qingchen's side: "Los, that's fine! Right? The bees can collect honey in the field tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, that should be the case!"

Wu Qingchen gave a very clear answer: "In autumn, there will be a lot of honey inside."

However, by that time, you may not have the chance to eat.

Looking at Xiao Ande's face, which was smiling instantly, Wu Qingchen silently expressed his apology in his heart.

Looking at the sky again, Wu Qingchen signaled everyone to stop talking excitedly, "Okay, it's already very late now, hurry up and clean up and go back."

On this side of the honeycomb, there is no place to clean up near the place where it is located at this moment.

The real place to be cleaned up is the place where Wu Qingchen led his helpers to practice.

Back to the edge of the forest, the cowherds and serfs found rattans, tied and packed the branches cut during the practice, each carrying a bundle, and followed Wu Qingchen and Andre towards the direction of the church.

These branches are also property of the lord and the church.

In fact, all the trees, fruits, branches, and leaves in the forest, whether they grow on trees or fall naturally to the ground, are all property of the master.

Usually, after paying a small contribution, the villagers were allowed to walk into the forest and pick up dead branches that fell naturally as fuel for daily life.

The reason why only falling dead branches are allowed is that everything belongs to the master's ownership system. Fresh branches growing on trees are equivalent to automatically increasing a little wealth every day without additional investment.

It is also for this reason that in the village of Akerley and other villages under the jurisdiction of Baron Akford, cutting down branches without declarations is an economic crime that violates the law.

Of course, Wu Qingchen's behavior of moving the honeycomb is not an example. This is a semi-business action. Whether it is cutting down the branches where the honeycomb is located or other trees that are damaged during practice, they have been licensed by Mr. Playa.

After the franchise was over, although the pastor might not be able to see these branches, in order to show respect for the law, Wu Qingchen was still preparing to lead his helpers to bring these broken branches and leaves back to the church and hand them over to the firewood room.

I practiced for two hours before, and the number of branches cut down was very large and the weight was quite heavy. It took me two or three times the time I came back to the church.

The firewood room is located behind the church side and is a separate cabin in a corner.

Walking to the firewood room, Andre directed the panting serfs, used a hatchet to remove the fine branches and leaves hanging on both sides of the branches, and then cut them into pieces of firewood with an axe, stacked them against the wall of the firewood room, waiting for nature to evaporate the moisture inside them.

The four serfs started together, and the branches quickly turned into quasi-fire firewood. Andrei looked at the pile of firewood that was two layers higher by the wall with satisfaction, and then frowned, looking at the messy branches and leaves on the ground.

These things are Andrey's most hated fuel. It takes a lot of space to dry them. It will burn them directly and create smoke.

These annoying stuff...

Suddenly, the situation when Wu Qingchen gave beans in the evening and the performance of the serfs afterwards flashed through the mind of Andre.

Have it!

Thinking about the next two or three days, a few honeycombs that needed to be moved, Andre pointed at the garbage fuel all over the ground and straightened his chin at the four serfs: "You have calculated some strength tonight. In this way... each person will take these firewood home."

"Thank you, Master!" "Mr. kindness!" "Thank you so much!"

The serfs are very sincere in their gratitude. Compared with the free people who own certain property, the serfs are not qualified and have no capital to pay firewood tax. Obtaining fuel on weekdays has always been very troublesome and difficult.

The branches and leaves in front of him were a trouble for Andre, but for the serfs, it was a very valuable unexpected gain, and it was not limited to the use of firewood.

Just like for York, one winter, when the manager mercifully gave the branches and thatch to build the straw shed, I don’t know if it was a bad mood or a very good mood. The amount I threw to Tamara and York was a small portion less than the material I really needed.

So, in the next year and a half, Tamara and York tried their best to save fuel, search for branches, and repair them, but they could only barely prevent the straw hut where the mother and son from living in would not collapse directly.

Now, I could get a portion of the pile of materials in front of me, York seemed to have seen that the shaking straw shed suddenly had a solid support, no longer afraid of the attacks of wind and rain.

While thanking the serfs quickly packed up the branches on the ground and quickly tied up four portions of defective firewood.

Maybe I knew that the master's kindness was hard-won. When I was dividing firewood, although the four serfs wanted to do more, they did not dare to quarrel, nor did they dare to fight for it. In the end, they divided quite evenly.

“Um…”

After staring at the serfs finishing this, little Andrey followed the teacher's appearance and whined in the direction of leaving the church, "If you can, hurry back, morning tomorrow night..."

"Wait...that...Andre, should you borrow a few more axes or sickles for them to use?"

This is naturally Wu Qingchen's suggestion.

"How can this be..."

When he heard what Wu Qingchen said, Andrei was stunned at first, and then immediately thought of all kinds of farm tools that "accidentally broke" or "don't know where he went", and subconsciously began to object.

However, in the next moment, Andrei understood what Wu Qingchen meant.

Based on his understanding of the serfs, with these firewood, no tools, and no guarantee of property rights, the serfs will definitely deal with them overnight and put them in various uses.

The consequence is that you don’t think about your energy all day tomorrow, let alone continue to move your honeycomb at night.

How can this be done?

Borrow or not?

It took only a few seconds for Andre to think about this issue. Thinking about the smooth progress of Wu Qingchen teaching the serfs, and thinking about the sweet taste of honey, Andrey waved his hand boldly: "Okay, everyone will take another sickle! Remember, it's not too late to go back later! We will continue to move the honeycomb tomorrow night..."

Speaking of this, if you carefully recall the superb skills of Wu Qingchen instructed the serfs, little Andre added: "...It must not be too late! I will move it tomorrow night, and there will be firewood! I will borrow a sickle!"

"Ah!" "Master..."

It is very strange that further promises of firewood and more important farm tools are borrowed, but there is no sound of further praise in the firewood room.

Little Andrei noticed that after he said these words, the serfs kept staring at him blankly until Wu Qingchen signaled that the cowherds helped the cowherds took out four sickles from the corner of the firewood room and handed them one by one to the four people. The tears in the serfs' eyes finally fell.

Because of too little experience in the church, little Andre did not realize that at this moment, the expressions of the serfs and the degree of force they used to hold the sickle tightly, only appeared when the most devout old man in the village received the holy water for the last few times.

A few minutes later, the cowherd helped the worker holding a torch, the serfs carried firewood, Wu Qingchen/Lose was carrying wooden poles, and the figures of several people gradually disappeared into the darkness.

For some reason, at the church door, Andre stood for a long time before turning around and returning to the church.

It was already very late at night, and the church was pitch black. Holding the torch left by Wu Qingchen, Little Andre walked out of the side door, walked around to the door of Playa's bedroom, and gently knocked on the wooden door.

"How is it? Is it fun?" The door opened quickly, and the priest was dressed neatly and had not yet rested.

"Yes, it's quite interesting." Andre replied.

"What's going on? Tell me," the priest motioned to Andre on the stool.

"After supper, I'll go to Los's house first..."

The tools prepared in advance, the beans for the serfs, the practice of blocking honeycombs, and the wooden poles in the field, and Andre said one by one, and the pastor nodded repeatedly.

"So that's the case. It seems that the honeycomb is really possible for Los to move smoothly."

The priest did not have much shock to the successful transfer of honeycombs.

Because, just from Andre’s description, whether it is simulation props, pre-practice preparations, or blocking the entrances and exits of the honeycomb, and trying to maintain the balance of the honeycomb, there is nothing surprising about it. All of them belong to people who need to be smarter (such as Master Praia). With a flash of inspiration and more detailed thinking, you can do the same thing.

In this way, from Zhuge Liang's perspective after his success, he looked at the successful transfer of honeycombs. The pastor just flashed the idea of ​​"Why didn't I expect it" in his mind, and he did not realize the difficulty of moving wild honeycombs and its importance.

After all, with Andre's eyes, Praia's experience, and the knowledge of the entire medieval world, there are too many details that cannot be seen.

Without theoretical guidance at all, find out when the honeycomb is the quietest, perfectly avoid the route of the bee colony, wipe the soothing breath in advance, and at the same time, the preacher thinks is only a "light of inspiration" preparation and execution details...

Such a lucky person, if it weren't for Wu Qingchen's appearance, the medieval world would have to wait for a long time.

Even on the earth, whether in the ancient East or the West, it was never easy to capture and transfer wild bees. Really realizing that bees have great significance for agriculture in addition to honey, it was not until the formation of real theory in modern times.

Of course, Andre only cared about honey at this moment.

"Yes, Loss talks about honey in autumn!"

"Ha, honey?" the pastor smiled and shook his head softly. "It's hard to say now. Let's see how Ross plans to solve the complaints of his neighbors and villagers."

"They dare!" Andre immediately shouted out loudly when he was obsessed with sweets.

"Why don't you dare? OK..." Playa raised his hand and stopped Andre's argument: "Anyway, there are only two or three honeycombs, so it won't be too hindering them from working. If it really doesn't work, I'll talk about it at that time... Well, although this method of moving honeycombs is not easy to use in the small area, it is also very useful if you can find a place with lots of flowers in the wild."

"Yes! Very useful! So... teacher, I lent the firewood and the sickle to the serfs, okay?"

"You have given it, so I'll ask me?" The pastor smiled knowingly, and then said, "Okay! You've done a good job... Andre, you're very smart, and Loss is very smart. It's very beneficial for you to learn more."

"Okay, teacher." Andrei also felt deeply.

"Go to bed, it's very late."

"Okay, lord."

Exiting Playa's bedroom, Andre returned to his small room.

Lying on the bed and thinking about the experience of the night, Andre was unable to fall asleep for a long time.

After a long time, Andre finally got up from the bed, walked to the corner of the wall, and carefully took out the only parchment scroll and a crude writing tool that the pastor taught Andre to start literacy.

Open the parchment scroll, and above the left, it is written in the words of the Middle Ages:

"number:"

“55, back, 56”

“73, back, 74”

“9, and,9,18”

"The Word:"
To be continued...