Chapter 40

Returning home, Song Sancheng started a new round of busyness.

His memory is not as good as when he was young, so to be foolproof, he could only hold his phone, listening to the bee raiser's instructions over and over again, and only then started preparing things.

Song Youde heard that his granddaughter wanted to raise bees, and hurriedly came over to see after lunch. Seeing Song Sancheng still cutting asbestos tiles there, he couldn't help but dislike it:

"Look at you, why are you so slow at doing things, shouldn't the bee box be put well first!"

As soon as Song Tan heard it, she knew that her grandfather was also a layman blindly directing.

Sure enough, Song Sancheng was working while saying: "Dad, don't add to the chaos, the bee raiser said, this bee box must be pressed with a rain-blocking board, I'm cutting this whole piece of asbestos tile, just right to cover them."

Song Youde's command failed, and his old face couldn't hold it:

"You know how to raise bees! When I raised them, the bottom of this box had to be padded, it had to be one or two decimeters high!"

He didn't talk nonsense this time, the bottom of the bee box really needs to be padded, one is to prevent insects and moisture, and the other is for ventilation.

Song Tan also smiled: "Grandpa, you have so much experience!"

"They also handled ants prevention on the box, we plan to put this bee box on the outside of the courtyard, next to the back mountain."

"But I heard that the bee boxes must be placed in a stepped manner, and they must be shaded—why don't you help see which piece of land is more suitable?"

Chinese bees are like this, their ability to recognize the nest is relatively poor.

So the bee boxes must not only be placed in a stepped manner from top to bottom, but each bee box must also be about five meters apart. The mouth of the bee box must face south, but the direction of each box must be different...

Song Tan used to watch people raising bees, rows of boxes, and thought they were just placed randomly.

Now looking at it, sure enough, there are ways to do everything.

Song Youde was assigned work, only feeling that his personal value had been further reflected, and at this moment, smoking his pipe, he went to stroll around the edge of the courtyard.

Song Sancheng looked at his daughter, thinking that this child's mouth is really like her mother's.

And her mother Wu Lan found a few shallow plates and dissolved some sugar water:

"Let them eat for two days first, I see that the Chinese milk vetch in the fields is already budding, it will bloom in a few days, and then we can pick honey."

But having said that, she didn't move.

After all, a few groups of bees buzzing around still make people feel a bit scared.

Song Tan didn't care, and at this moment, simply took the plate, and wisps of spiritual energy penetrated into it.

As soon as it was placed, the bees couldn't wait to surround it, and seeing that posture, Song Sancheng muttered again:

"Why are they so hungry?"

Song Tan's heart moved—the attraction of spiritual energy is so great, she has to practice insect repellent techniques later, otherwise, if a few wasps come, this money will be wasted.

Well, these are just simple techniques, there is enough spiritual energy, start tonight!

And Qiao Qiao, holding the box, watched Song Sancheng work obediently for once.

By the time the asbestos tiles were all cut, he looked up and asked: "Dad, what about mine? What about my little bear?"

"What little bear of yours?"

Song Sancheng was stunned, and then reacted—it hadn't been long, and this bumblebee already had a name!

"Are you asking about the rain-blocking board for your little bear?"

Qiao Qiao nodded, his eyes already scanning the ground, seemingly choosing which one was more suitable.

Song Sancheng laughed and pointed to the utility shed in the courtyard:

"Whether your bumblebee can be put together with our bees is another matter! Since it's for fun, just put it in the corner of the shed."

"Wind and rain-proof, fewer insects, and safe."

Being able to raise it in the courtyard is naturally closer to them!

Qiao Qiao hurriedly held the box and rushed over, and before long, he had already chosen the location.

Only then did he look over pitifully: "Sister, I want to open the box and take a look."

Song Tan thought for a moment, prepared another little sugar water, also dissolved the spiritual energy, and then opened the box.

Only to see the fat bumblebee flying uncontrollably, then plunged into the plate, and couldn't wait to suck it up!

Poor thing, it was probably starving, and waiting to store energy to lay eggs!

Its round, fat butt was stuck high, and the black and yellow fluffy stripes were clear and bright. The butt was big and round, fluffy, and trembling, looking like one couldn't help but want to touch it.

Qiao Qiao stretched out his fingers eagerly again, and Song Tan looked at him:

"Does your hand still hurt?"

He instantly retracted his hand aggrievedly.

And Song Tan looked left and right, finally placing this box in a higher place:

"Not allowed to move it randomly."

Bumblebees can dig holes, wait until the worker bees hatch and the group grows, then see how to arrange it.

Anyway, don't count on them to make money, just treat it as finding a hobby for Qiao Qiao.

Well...

She recalled the fluffy, fat touch, and at this moment, taking advantage of Qiao Qiao turning his head, she hurriedly opened the box and touched it hard!

In the plate, the bumblebee was almost pushed into the sugar water by this touch, and at this moment, it blankly extended and retracted its stinger that hadn't touched anything, and finally moved its butt and buried its head in to suck hard again.

And at this time, Dr. Zhang Yuan of the Ning Province Ren'ai Hospital had once again gained great popularity in the hospital!

Not to mention the hospital leaders, even the patients came to inquire:

"Dr. Zhang, the vegetable porridge you ate at noon, everyone says it's the vegetables you bought—what kind of vegetables? Where did you buy them? How much a jin? Can we patients eat them?"

Little Dr. Zhang almost shed tears of grievance, excitement, and disbelief—

The thing is like this.

These vegetables, two hundred yuan, only got ten jin, and that's not counting the postage!

As a result, when it arrived, he had just opened the box, and the cafeteria chef came over first:

"Dr. Zhang, did the patient send you vegetables again?"

Zhang Yuan hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, I bought them with my own money, twenty yuan a jin."

After the bloody lesson from the head nurse last time, he decided to open his mind once—dedicate these vegetables to his respected leader!

However, he hesitated for a long time, and hadn't figured out how to speak, only to see the chef already holding the vegetables, smelling and looking at them:

"Dr. Zhang, I heard you don't have a partner yet? Still living in the dormitory? Oh my, this single young man is really not good. Look at this vegetable buying, there's no plan at all. How can you buy so much at once? If you can't finish it, it's all wasted!"

Little Dr. Zhang's face turned red, he couldn't say I intended to share it with the leader, right?

He didn't speak, and the chef had already made arrangements:

"I heard the provincial committee is coming today, these shepherd's purse are quite good, why don't I take them to make some dumplings?"

"This watercress is also good, it must be fresh for soup."

"Oh my, this wild onion is good! Really fragrant, I'll go stir-fry beef!"

"This little bit of Kalimeris... the quantity is too small, making a plate is too shabby, why don't I boil a pot of vegetable porridge for you guys at noon."