Chapter 39

Qiao Qiao's wish to touch the bees couldn't be fulfilled, and he squatted there, looking eagerly:

"Why can't I?"

The bee raiser was familiar with Song Sancheng and knew Qiao Qiao's condition early on, so he coaxed him like a child:

"Because you are not familiar with them now, if you reach out, the bees will think you want to hit them, and they will sting you."

He closed the bee box again, and then reminded: "You must not touch them randomly, it's very painful for you to be stung, but it will die if it stings someone, this little thing is also pitiful."

"Besides," he stretched out his hands for everyone to see, only to see that they were full of calluses and the joints were thick: "My skin is thick and flesh is rough, I've long been used to it."

Qiao Qiao looked at his hands, and then stretched out his own palms—Wu Lan loves cleanliness and has kept him neat and tidy since he was a child. Now this hand is also delicate, white, and clean, with distinct joints.

If it weren't for the slightly rougher farm work during this period, it would probably still look like a pampered young master.

He sighed a long, long, long sigh of disappointment, turned his head, and went to look at other places.

And here, Song Sancheng and Song Tan looked at the bee boxes one by one, and then asked about the price—in short, 560 a box can't be less!

Song Sancheng hesitated: "Are there any other flowers after our Chinese milk vetch is finished? If there aren't so many flowers later, don't get so many bee boxes."

Song Tan, however, pondered: since they are here, bee boxes aren't expensive, she can just raise them with spiritual energy! Honey is a good thing!

So she counted on her fingers: "These two months are Chinese milk vetch, and then the chestnut trees will bloom. There are also pink peaches and white pears in our village, which is enough for them to eat. After June and July, it's hot, the bees rest a little, there are vegetables in the vegetable garden, and I'm planning to plant a field of sunflowers..."

With such a calculation, anyway, they can afford to raise them.

Song Sancheng felt his head was big—the daughter moves her mouth, the father breaks his legs!

Whether it's chestnuts or sunflowers, this is his endless farm work this year!

"Fine, fine, fine, you have the final say!"

Song Tan then made the decision: "Want five boxes!"

The bee raiser laughed—this time there was also nearly three thousand yuan in the account.

However, he still instructed: "Raising bees is simple, just put the bee box well. If there are any problems, don't mess around, call me, and I'll come to see you."

Just finished paying, and suddenly heard a wail!

"Awoo..."

Only to see Qiao Qiao's originally white face streaming with tears, running out of the woods crying and wailing.

One of his hands was curled into a fist, and the root of his palm was red and swollen, clearly stung by a bee.

Song Tan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Didn't I tell you not to touch the bees?"

Qiao Qiao was aggrieved, crying even louder:

"I found a very fat, very fat one..."

"This fat one, can work, queen bee..."

Clearly, he remembered the handful of bees the bee raiser grabbed just now.

The bee raiser was stunned: "Impossible, how could the queen bee leave the box..."

While muttering, he poked his head over.

Only to see Qiao Qiao carefully using his other hand to curl it, slowly opening his swollen fist—

In the center of his palm, a round, fat bee the size of a thumb nail was cautiously lying there. Its yellow and black stripes were fluffy, and it was indeed big, round, and fat.

It was even a bit cute.

The bee raiser laughed "pfft": "Oh my, this is nothing! This is a bumblebee, and its temper is as good as our bees. As long as you don't grab it, it generally won't sting people, and it's fine to touch it occasionally."

Qiao Qiao didn't understand, and at this moment, stretched his red, swollen palm forward.

The bee raiser laughed again: "That pain must still be painful for a while, wait a moment, I have medicine for you to apply—this should be a newly emerged queen bee, it's big."

"General bumblebees are a little smaller than this."

Song Tan was also quite interested.

She flicked a wisp of spiritual energy with her fingertips, and the queen bee, which was originally about to fly, stumbled and fell, and suddenly grabbed her finger.

Song Sancheng was startled: "Oh my!"

Song Tan hurriedly comforted: "Dad, it's okay! Look, it didn't sting me—how cute!"

A fluffy, fat ball was crawling around on her finger, it was really cute.

Qiao Qiao was watching intently, and at this moment, he had forgotten the hatred of being stung.

The bee raiser took medicine from the room, and while applying it to Qiao Qiao, he took another look at the bumblebee and instructed:

"You guys play for a while and then let it go, this queen bee is waiting to lay eggs and hatch."

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Can this be raised? Does it produce a lot of honey?"

The bee raiser laughed: "Raise it, it can definitely be raised. This queen bee can give birth to more than a hundred. It can endure hardship better than bees, and it's diligent!"

"It's just one thing, they earn a lot, but they eat a lot too. If you want to raise them, from the beginning of the year to the end, you can't get an ounce of honey from its mouth—it's not enough for them to eat!"

"As long as they can't eat pollen and nectar for an hour, they will faint directly. It's like our hypoglycemia, if they can't eat again, they will die directly."

Having said that, even in Song Sancheng's eyes, wisps of smiles rippled:

"What kind of bumblebee is this, isn't this the same as that piglet?"

But Qiao Qiao had already heard this sentence.

Although he didn't fully understand yet, it didn't prevent him from blinking his eyes and looking over pitifully:

"Sister, I want to raise it..."

He watched the bumblebee crawling around on Song Tan's finger, very cute, and at this moment, he had forgotten the pain after the wound healed, and once again stretched his hand over.

However, the smell of the medicinal oil on his hand was too heavy, and the bumblebee flew up with a "buzz".

Circling twice, still reluctant to leave that bit of spiritual energy, it still landed back.

The bee raiser also laughed—

"If you want to raise it, just raise it, find a small box when the time comes, prepare a little sugar water for it, no need to worry about anything else."

"This queen bee, it has to lay eggs as soon as it emerges. When the time comes, it will secrete beeswax in the box, and make it into a small jar bit by bit. The eggs are all in that small jar."

"Then sit on it, keep shaking and rocking, the temperature rises, and the worker bees hatch, it's quite interesting to raise."

But he added one more sentence: "But it really doesn't make money, they eat too much."

"And it's not as steady as bees, it's hard to say if they will fly away when the time comes."

Song Tan moved her fingers, seeing that the bumblebee was firmly clinging to her finger, and at this moment, she smiled confidently:

"Does it still hurt? Qiao Qiao."

Qiao Qiao looked at the bumblebee, then at his own palm, sniffed: "It hurts."

"Will you grab things randomly next time?"

Qiao Qiao sobbed, and shed tears again aggrievedly.

Song Sancheng felt his heart melt, and hurriedly coaxed him: "Won't catch it next time, won't catch it next time."

Song Tan snorted, only then asked the bee raiser for a small wooden box, put the bumblebee in it, and then stuffed the box into Qiao Qiao's hand:

"Hold it well, not allowed to open it to look, if you scare it, it will run away."