Time passes by minute by minute.

Earth World.

Various departments of the Los Angeles Institute of Microbiology have successively received instructions to focus on areas of advantage.

In caves on the African continent, Mr. Adrian also found three tutorials on finding salt in the wild for kidnappers.

At this time, at a time ratio of 1 to 30, it was already the second night in the medieval world where Wu Qingchen was located.

February 13, 0001, night.

Akerry Village, next to a certain piece of land at Wu Qingchen/Loss's house.

Seven or eight meters away from the honeycomb wooden pole that had just moved the day before, a similar wooden pole was erected high.

Next to the wooden pole, four serfs and two cowherds helped, under the command of Wu Qingchen, quickly fixed the second hive with more than a dozen rattans of the same similarity to the wooden pole.

"Okay, let's go back."

After carefully checking the hive, Wu Qingchen took the wooden pole from the serf and prepared to uncover the moist soil at the entrance and exit of the hive.

At this time, the cowherds and serfs had skillfully stood at the position they had stayed the day before.

The next process is also the same as yesterday.

The entrance and exit of the beehive is opened - the bee swarms fly out - the bee swarms circling the nest - the bee swarms return to the nest.

Seeing the last scene of returning to the nest, with the experience of the previous day, the cowherds and serfs immediately cheered, and a look of joy appeared on the face of Andrei.

Wu Qingchen understood their joy quite well.

The second hive was also successfully moved to the land!

For the serfs, this means that another day of beans is guaranteed.

For the helpers, this means another key point in treating plowing cattle, which will be revealed to them soon.

For Andre, this means that the sweet taste of autumn adds a little bit.

Even for the earth, it means that the cornerstone of the Mill Strategy has become much stronger.

However, Wu Qingchen was still a little worried.

It's okay if the earth is scolded...

The Middle Ages will probably start to be scolded...

Whether in the earth or the medieval world, many times, happiness and pain always maintain a delicate balance. When some people start to be happy, it often means that other people's moods are in a depressed direction.

Before entering the Middle Ages, the side effects of honeycomb movement pointed out by the Earth Analysis Group in advance had already occurred.

In fact, in order to avoid side effects, when it was about to be the place where the beehive was located today, Wu Qingchen deliberately took the initiative to start the summer service again, and the oxen in the village had to be carefully taken care of and thoroughly inspected, and ran to the lord's livestock shed until night was about to fall.

After returning home, the cowherd mansion that he had just moved into was having dinner. When Wu Qingchen/Loss's father, William/More, told Wu Qingchen that a beehive appeared next to the place. When working during the day, Richard, Hansel, and several other families had more or less intimate with the bees.

When saying these things, William/More, who was also stung by bees, did not mean to blame Wu Qingchen. As an old farmer who is not lacking in cunning, mobile beehives, a great opportunity to flatter the pastor directly. As long as there is no life danger, let alone a few bites, even if you are bitten to the church to receive a "rolling department" diagnosis, it is not a big deal.

However, decades of experience in village life have made William/More know that the unethical idea of ​​flattery, especially flattery, makes one's own profit, and at the same time makes the innocent people pay the price, is destined not to get any good face.

Old William praised Wu Qingchen proudly and asked his brother and sister to learn something: letting little Andre stand around the side of the land during the day as the culprit, then send out the mint plants from his home, and immediately teach the villagers who are in trouble. It is a good idea!

The recognition of parents and the admiration of brothers and sisters did not completely disappear.

Although the method has been taught to the affected villagers and the staff team has arranged many countermeasures in advance for their possible subsequent reactions, Wu Qingchen is still a little resentful.

After all, the villagers have no idea about the major benefits of honeycombs to crops.

All they can see is that the farm work of the land is affected and the labor force in their families has also been damaged. The expected harvest this year is likely to be a little discount.

This little discount is not a trivial matter.

For the villagers of the Middle Ages, every grain of food in the pot had naturally made detailed plans, and every fruit expected to be harvested in the field was directly related to the days when they were hungry in winter.

I was inexplicably hungry for two more days, and I guess I wouldn't be happy if anyone was there!

I hope that the method of reducing the harassment by bees can make these villagers feel a little more comfortable.

At least, I'll curse me a few less?

Looking towards the east of the village, Wu Qingchen sighed softly.

———————

It was at this moment, and it was the direction Wu Qingchen was looking at.

Apart from Wu Qingchen/Loss’ log cabin, two rolling hills, William/More’s old neighbor, Richard pushed open the wooden door of his own wooden cabin.

"How is it? Have you borrowed it?" Richard's wife, Melissa, came up to meet him.

"Borrowed...borrowed..." Richard wiped his sweat, spread his tightly clenched fists in front of Melissa, and two iron needles lay quietly in the palm of his palm.

"Okay." Melissa took the iron needle and waved to her back: "Yuranda, come and help."

"Okay, mother." The daughter nodded and walked to her side. When she reached out, Richard closed the wooden door.

The wooden house suddenly darkened, and my daughter shook her right hand and the iron needle fell to the ground.

"Hey!"

Hearing the sound of the iron needle falling to the ground, the mother suddenly shouted: "Be careful, this is the needle that Freeman finally got! If it breaks, how should your father explain to Freeman?"

"I'm sorry, mother." The daughter squatted down quickly and opened her eyes wide to search.

The room was too dark and Yolanda couldn't find it for a while.

"Really..." My mother also squatted down.

"Okay, okay, don't blame Yolanda..." Richard shouted into the wooden house: "Eli, come here and help find the needle first, and then help your mother and sister shine on the light later."

"Okay, father." Eli was about ten years old, Richard's youngest son. He walked to the corner of the wooden house, took a piece of firewood, ignited it on the fire, and held it next to Richard.

"Bang!" As soon as he approached, Richard slapped her in the back of the head: "What are you doing for burning such thick firewood? I wonder how hard it is to pick up firewood with your sister?"

"I'm sorry, father." The thin and short Eli quickly turned around and prepared to change to a firewood.

"It's okay, I'll pick it up for a while tomorrow..." Taking advantage of the light, Yolanda had already picked up the iron needle.

"What to pick up for a while?" Richard glared at his younger son again: "Why don't you go and change it quickly? From tomorrow on, you will also pick up firewood! Let your sister be less tired!"

"Father, I'm fine..." Holding the iron needle, Yolanda was a little at a loss.

"Yuranda, go get your brothers' clothes..." He pushed his daughter away, Melissa came to Richard and whispered: "Hey, Richard, don't be too spoiled by Yolanda. What if the lazy woman is waiting for her to marry Idra?"

"Hey, it's okay, Idra will take care of her."

"I can't do the work at home and can't do the work in the field. Idra's care is useful?"

"How come it's useless? Even if the work is a little rough, and Ross is there, he will help his brother."

"Okay, you just count on Loss for everything..." Melissa sighed helplessly and suddenly said, "Richard, I thought about it again just now. Actually, I shouldn't go to borrow needles today."

"Why? Are you tired?" Richard looked at his wife with concern.

"No, I'm not tired." The wife shook her head, "I think, taking this opportunity to take advantage of the bees, you may be bitten by a few times, and you may be able to remember Loss for a longer time!"

"Hey, it hurts to be bitten by a bee! Also, you just said you can't just think about Los! You are really..."

Richard shook his head speechlessly, and was about to continue speaking, a sound of being knocked from the wooden door.

"Who?" Richard opened the wooden door and quickly gave it to him: "Rupert? Is there anything wrong with it so late?"

"Brother... Well, Melissa..." Richard's younger brother walked a few steps into the wooden house. Rupert stopped, stared at his brother and said, "Brother, I'm asking you for help!"

"What's wrong?" Richard dragged over a stool and placed it next to his younger brother.

"Brother, you know, tomorrow, the summer service will begin again. Before I could harvest the grass on my Sankeshu, I still had to spend two mornings to plow the land on the old wooden bridge..."

"Well, I know, do you want to borrow a cow?" Richard straightened up, "Okay, come with me and take it away... Anyway, Old William asked Ross to lend me two oxen yesterday, and the heavy work was almost done."

"No, no, no..." Rupert grabbed his brother, "Brother, I've done almost the heavy work. Now I have to do both sides of the work, but the road in the middle is too far and it takes too much effort. It's very likely that time will not be enough, so I want to ask you... can you do some work in another way?"

"Work in a different place?" Richard stopped and understood what Rupert meant.

"Yes! Working in a different way, just like you, William, and Freeman, and others, helping each other work closer to their homes."

"This..." Richard looked embarrassed: "Old William and Freeman, have been working together for more than a month. The mud in the field and the stones on the ridges of the road are all very familiar, so that they can work in a different way... But if you have your place, I haven't been there for many years! I may not be able to do it well!"

"It's okay!" Rupert quickly said: "The land on the old bridge, I, my wife, and my two sons, will go together, and I will definitely help you with it!"

"And my share..." Standing at the door, Rupert pointed out the door and said, "The grass on the three trees only needs to be harvested, and you don't have to help me move it, just throw it in the share and let them dry. Moreover, even if you leave a little bit of it and don't have to harvest it, it's okay. When my sons and I go home, we can do it for a while."

"This... you're so hard!" Richard was surprised with such generous conditions.

"It's okay, as long as you can..." Rupert asked hopefully: "You can do it here, right? Brother?"

"Um..." Richard pondered for a while before he said slowly: "But, there are bees biting people in my place now!"

"This is even more okay..." Rupert said indifferently: "Will the farmer still be afraid of pain?"

“Um…”

Looking at Rupert's decisive look, Richard first looked at his wife, and after the latter nodded, he sighed softly and looked at his younger brother again: "Okay, then let's exchange. In addition, don't worry, when you help you harvest the grass, Melissa will go, and your nephews will go."

"That's great, thank you, brother!"
To be continued...