Chapter 162: Moving House for the Big Bear

Song Tan didn't know that Zhang Yanping had delayed her from finding a senior teacher. At this moment, she was waving a hoe in the peach forest, huffing and puffing as she dug a long row of seedling pits.

The group of men working around her felt immense pressure.

To be fair, planting watermelons wasn't a very tiring job, and everyone really wasn't slacking off. Digging pits in front, planting seedlings behind, and covering with soil after that.

It was an assembly line operation, and they cooperated quite tacitly.

But ever since Song Tan came, oh my, that progress—it made the whole group of men feel like they were just slacking off to earn a meal.

For a time, everyone was too embarrassed to even talk much, and could only bury their heads and work forward.

Song Sancheng and Song Youde endured for a while, but couldn't take it anymore:

"Tan Tan, stop digging, go home and help Great-Uncle Seven. This sun is easy to get tanned in."

Just kidding, it was only past seven, the sun had just risen! Besides, she wasn't afraid of the sun.

"Dad, I just want to hurry up and get these watermelon seedlings planted first; it won't be good if they get scorched by the sun."

Tomatoes.

Planting watermelons in a peach forest was actually a bit inconvenient.

To bear fruit, these peach trees spread their branches and forks, so one had to keep bending over and lowering their head while working, which was quite tiring. One had to be careful not to touch the peach trees with the hoe; it was delicate work.

"It's fine." Song Sancheng pointed to the watermelon seedlings that had been moved over: "The person who sold these seedlings is honest. Look, these seedlings still have soil at the bottom, all bundled in shoeboxes. The temperature isn't high right now, so don't worry."

Watermelons, they grow easily.

Years ago, when the family still raised pigs, melon seeds would often sprout in the pig manure pile.

Song Tan wasn't worried about the survival rate at all; she just wanted to come over and lend a hand, but Song Sancheng whispered to her:

"Look at you, with that brute strength, working so fast—who can keep up? If you work here, everyone doesn't even chat anymore."

Where was the atmosphere for working? They weren't harvesting rice before the rain, racing against time.

Song Tan:...

If a capitalist heard her dad say this, every strand of their hair would be screaming "refusal."

But...

Now the capitalist was her dad's daughter.

Song Tan sighed and put away the hoe:

"Then I'll go home and contact some customers."

What customers? She couldn't go door-to-door to promote, could she? After walking around the courtyard twice, she couldn't help but take down the box from the utility shed again.

Opening it, there wasn't a single bumblebee inside, only traces of them building a nest, but...

"Qiao Qiao, let's move house for your Big Bear. This box is too small; I think it doesn't even want to have babies."

She had checked, and a normal bumblebee queen could have seventy or eighty babies, but this little fatty of theirs stopped after having twenty.

Although she didn't expect this group of big eaters and drinkers to save up an ounce of honey for her, what if the environment was limiting them? It wasn't good to forcibly change their nature.

Qiao Qiao was still practicing catching loaches, and blinked blankly: "Then where are we moving it to? Do I need to pick up Big Bear and tell it?"

Big Bear's dining spot today was a wild peach tree by the pond, which bore green peaches the size of quail eggs every year, but they all rotted before they could be eaten, though the flowers bloomed beautifully.

In contrast, the peach forest on the mountain bloomed half a beat slower because they were planted later.

Song Tan waved her hand: "I'll go. I'll find a wooden box later and put it not far from our bees. Big Bear has a good temper and won't fight with them."

It really had a good temper; no matter how you touched it, it wouldn't sting.

And if they really fought, she didn't know if the damage from its weight crashing into them would be greater, or the damage from the others flying flexibly would be greater.

Qiao Qiao hadn't started beekeeping yet, but since Big Bear had such a good temper, it would definitely be fine, so he nodded and obediently listened to his sister.

Sister's method was rougher.

Song Tan directly dug out an empty small wooden box from the room and punched a few holes in it in a few seconds; this treatment was far inferior to the professional beehives of the bees.

It could be seen that the standard of living for those who eat for free is always a notch lower.

Carrying the box in one hand, she came to the pond. With a flick of spiritual energy from her little finger, after a while, she saw a black-and-yellow furry ball fall down from the top of the peach tree, stumbling, and then it didn't hesitate to grab her little finger with its long legs.

Its small wings carried its chubby body with great difficulty, and its black-and-yellow furry body behind was covered in yellow pollen.

Looking closer, Big Bear even had pollen baskets on its legs.

Not just Big Bear, other bumblebees around also slowly gathered, but they seemed to be a bit stupider and didn't dare to come directly.

Song Tan lifted the box: "Come on, your new home, go in and smell it." Just like training a dog.

Actually, she only knew how to coax dogs.

A touch of spiritual energy dissipated in the box, and Big Bear flapped its wings and crashed directly into it.

Although it barely managed not to lose face by hitting the hole, after flying in, Song Tan clearly heard a "bang."

She sighed.

Is Big Bear hardworking? Yes, it is!

It goes out in the early morning and returns when it's dark, working sixteen or seventeen hours a day. But at the end of the year, it can't even save an ounce of honey, just like a corporate slave today; it's truly pitiful.

Dozens of bumblebees crashed into it, making a buzzing sound, clearly very happy.

Song Tan carried the box again and placed them not far from the beehives on the back mountain.

I'm afraid only she could rely on spiritual energy for this rough farming method.

"Stay in your new home properly, don't fight with the bees, you hear me? They can earn money, but you can't. You have to rely on them to support you."

Thinking about it, this group of bees was indeed hardworking, so she gave each beehive a wisp of spiritual energy, making the buzzing sound even louder.

The next moment, a series of quacking sounds came from the bushes, and Dabai's little yellow-capped head poked out again, its two bean-like eyes watching this side vigilantly.

Then came Dawang, who also walked over silently.

Song Tan grabbed Dabai by the neck, lifted it up, and shook it: "You're the clever one."

Then she put it down and gave it a little bit of spiritual energy: "Remember, this beehive is also ours, protect it well."

As for Dawang... she could touch its head without bending over; it was soft and chubby. Don't look at how it's been eating leftovers at home during this time, its fur was smooth and shiny. After touching it twice, Song Tan was a bit reluctant to let go.

"Dawang, are you bored staying on this back mountain all the time? When you have time, change shifts with Dabao and the others."

Dawang instantly let out a grunt from its throat, lifted its body slightly, and placed its two front paws on Song Tan's shoulders; it was heavy, and it desperately poked her face with its big head.

"Woo woo woo..."

It could have a special meal here every day, it didn't want to change shifts, it didn't want to change shifts! ===== CHAPTER 163 =====