On the way, Wang Mingyuan grabbed the weeds and rubbed them on his hands for a few times.

When I was holding a pheasant just now, my hands were stained with fishy smell, which could be covered by the smell of weeds.

Bees are more sensitive to odors and do not cover them up. They are prone to chaos and attack in groups, and will become more and more fierce.

This is just like beekeepers who do not use strong-scented shampoo or soap before doing homework, which is too irritating.

Wang Mingyuan came to the bee bucket and found that the bee bucket was made of a log saw of about 40 cm in diameter, one large and one small, and then made of a special digging and hollowing out, which was about 70 cm long.

This approach has been considered very attentive in this era.

It can be seen that Zhang Shouzhong is also a person who loves, hates, hurts and is happy to bees.

In fact, elves like bees are very docile. As long as you understand some of their characteristics, pay attention to avoiding them, and pay attention to not having too much movements to hit or squeeze them, you will not sting easily.

After all, hibernation means the end of its life.

Wang Mingyuan is very familiar with bees and has been in contact with them since childhood. He is a major in beeology and has rich experience in this area.

He squatted in front of the beehive, gently removed the bark and stones used to hide the rain from the bee bucket, and then gently flipped the bee bucket. He felt that the bee bucket was very heavy, and he knew that there would definitely be no less honey inside.

After being disturbed, the bee colony began to get a little restless, and many bees crawled out and flew around the beehive.

Wang Mingyuan didn't care about those things, picked up a small stone and knocked around the lower half of the bee barrel. After several minutes, he gently pried open the upper half of the bee barrel with a small stick.

Driven by vibration, bees have the characteristics of upward nature and the queen bees gather wherever they are. Therefore, most bees have climbed up to expose their spleens.

He gently placed the small half of the bees covered with bees in place, and then put the other half of the bees hanging on the side.

When Wang Mingyuan saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The flowers and plants resources in Zhangjiaao and the surrounding mountains and forests are excellent, but after all, it is still in the early spring season. In addition to a few of the earlier ones that have bloomed, the real large army of flowers and plants is still behind. At this time, there is even a full-splendent sealed honey inside, which is obviously the old honey from last year's autumn and winter, which is a good thing.

He immediately broke a small stick, broke out his oblique mouth and carefully inserted it into the bee spleen, starting to clean the old spleen from the side, until he took off the best pieces of the old honey in the cover, and then he restored the bee barrel with satisfaction.

During the whole process, Zhang Shouzhong was thrilling to watch. He could not understand why those bees were tricked by Wang Mingyuan. There were obviously so many bees flying around him so fiercely, but they just didn't thorn him.

Seeing Wang Mingyuan come back with a thick pile of bee spleens, Zhang Shouzhong couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "Awesome, how did you do it?"

"Just that, just move more gently, mainly because you, a bumblebee, are really well-behaved!" Wang Mingyuan smiled. He took out Huazi from his pocket and respected Zhang Shouzhong again, then pointed to a thick stack of bee-gun holding in his hand: "Uncle San, I will take these things away."

Zhang Shouzhong nodded blankly, looked at Wang Mingyuan holding the pheasant and holding the honey, and muttered: "This is flipped, pried, knocked and smashed, it is obviously very rough. Apart from the slower movement, does it have to do with gentleness?"

He looked at the other bee buckets, immediately went back to the house to get a honey-filled tiles, and prepared to try it like Wang Mingyuan.

However, just after he turned over another bee bucket, he was stung several times on his eyelids and nose bridge. Now he dared to do it and ran home desperately.

Wang Mingyuan couldn't help laughing when he saw his embarrassed look opposite him.

This is also a small show of his skills. For bees lovers, how to trick bees is the best way to communicate, and it also lays the foundation for future closeness.

At present, it is better to provide your own Five Insect Temple first!

Wang Mingyuan got into the kitchen, found a clay pot to put the honey, then tied the pheasant, washed his hands, stuffed a piece of honey into his mouth and chewed it.

At that moment, sweetness filled every corner of the mouth, and the whole person suddenly became energetic, as if even his pores were relaxed.

So comfortable!

After a few small pieces of honeycomb honey were eaten, the feeling of hunger was wiped out.

Looking at the honey in the clay pot and roughly estimated that it was at least four kilograms, Wang Mingyuan couldn't help but start thinking. When Han Xiaoling came back from buying the meat, he would make a good meal of honey-made braised pork for himself.

Now, kill the chicken as soon as possible.

He set fire, took a copper pot and started boiling water. Just as he cleaned the feathers and was about to open his intestines and break his stomach, he saw Han Xiaoling coming back with a basket full of things on his back.

"Rice, two ounces per pound, flour is 181 pounds, I bought ten pounds, pork is 10 pounds per pound, five pounds, and the remaining money is given to you several bottles of penicillin in the health center to prevent inflammation."

As soon as Han Xiaoling entered the kitchen, she placed the basket on the table, took out the things from the inside, and reported them while taking them.

Wang Mingyuan was looking at Han Xiaoling with a look at the gods at this moment: "It took nearly 80 miles to travel back and forth, and when he returned, he was carrying more than 30 kilograms of things. You only took seven or eight hours to come back. This journey is so amazing."

"What's this? I'm pretty slow. There are many fellow villagers in the production team carrying hundreds of kilograms of things. It's not that long for me to go back and forth. It's also a big deal that the rice ticket and meat ticket were delayed a lot of time in order to find someone to exchange for the face-to-face tickets, otherwise I could come back faster."

Han Xiaoling said as she walked to the water tank and scooped a ladle of cold water to pour it down. When she saw her like this, she knew she was very tired.

If this is the case with the people nowadays, even if they are empty, not many people will be able to walk down.

The so-called soles of the feet and the strength are not all forced by life.

"You didn't buy anything to eat?" Wang Mingyuan asked.

"I can't bear to let it go!" Han Xiaoling swallowed and said softly.

When Wang Mingyuan heard this, his heart felt inexplicably painful. He took a piece of honey the size of a palm from the clay pot and handed it to Han Xiaoling: "Eat some quickly and replenish it!"

"Honey!" Han Xiaoling looked surprised: "Where did you get it?"

"The opposite side was given by Zhang Shouzhong and Uncle Zhang San." Wang Mingyuan smiled and said, "I also bought a pheasant from him. I will make fried chicken and honey braised pork for you to eat in the evening."

"Can't you save some? You still have fried chicken, don't you know how expensive the oil is? Change it to stew, and you have to save some food for those meats and refine more oil. There is still tomorrow after today." Han Xiaoling said vaguely while sucking the honey.

"It is not easy for a person to live for a lifetime, and he can't treat himself badly." Wang Mingyuan knew that Han Xiaoling was right, but refused to follow him.

However, in the end, Han Xiaoling was unable to stubbornly. The key was that the girl held the small oil tank tightly in her arms, as if using more oil would kill her. In the end, the fried chicken turned into a stewed chicken, but the braised pork was insisted on Wang Mingyuan.

Looking at the pork that was half missing at once, Han Xiaoling felt like she had been cut in her heart, which hurt so much. If she turned into oil residue and mixed with some other vegetables, she would have eaten several more meals.

This guy is simply a greedy man and a prodigal son.

These days, even during the holidays, not many people can eat so generously.

However, when the stewed pheasant and the braised pork with oily redness were placed on the table, plus the half pot of white rice, her saliva was swallowed again and again, which was so tempting.

Even when a piece of braised pork was placed in her mouth, full of oil and sweetness, her tears couldn't help but flow: "I haven't eaten such delicious food in a few years."
Chapter completed!