Chapter 90: Honey and Growth

"No."

Song Tan said confidently and righteously: "You forgot, these bees were all bought by us from the beekeeper uncle, they are working for our family."

"This is the flower pollen collected from our fields, the flower nectar brewed, sister will leave a part for them to raise children, and the rest will be shaken away."

"This is very normal, just like Qiao Qiao working for the family, and sister giving Qiao Qiao wages."

Qiao Qiao listened half-understandably, and now said "Oh," carefully taking the brush to gently sweep away those bees.

His movements were extremely gentle, slow and light.

Song Tan stood there with the nest comb, not urging at all. It took a full ten minutes for these bees to be brushed away, leaving only the nest combs with different yellows, deep and shallow, flat and flat.

Placing the nest comb on the basin, Song Tan took the knife and carefully pointed it to Qiao Qiao:

"Look, this side is white, this is the bee's child, their larvae are hatching inside."

"So they left a lot of honey for the children to eat, sister won't move these, we will cut the other half without bee pupae."

"This is why you asked why cut honey, because we have to take a knife first, and shave off the white beeswax on the top layer..."

"The knife must be as flat as possible, don't use force, gently, little by little..."

Song Tan's movements were actually fast and steady, but for Qiao Qiao, it was still done slowly.

After the whole piece was cut, the honey lost the protection of beeswax and had slowly begun to flow out.

She turned the nest comb over: "Come, Qiao Qiao try the other half."

Qiao Qiao took the knife, hesitating and not daring to come forward: "I'm afraid of cutting wrong, cutting their children."

This problem was very unsolvable.

Even the most skilled beekeeper, sometimes fast, inevitably cuts bee pupae.

Song Tan gave up the way of coaxing children, but said seriously: "But if you don't do it, you can't take the honey, these bees have no economic value, which is equal to raising them in vain."

"After a long time, no one takes care of them, winter is so cold, a heavy snow, they might freeze to death."

"If Qiao Qiao is brave and careful at this time, take it slowly. You might make mistakes and feel sad at first, but after you are skilled later, this situation won't happen again."

This paragraph was long and complicated, but Qiao Qiao actually understood the overall meaning.

He stood there, hesitating for a long time, and finally gripped the knife tightly.

Song Tan also breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew she would definitely live longer than Qiao Qiao, but her parents didn't know.

And they didn't want to put this responsibility on their daughter, if Qiao Qiao could support himself by beekeeping in the future, they would definitely be very happy.

Just like this, on one side of a small nest comb, Qiao Qiao spent a full twenty minutes shaving the beeswax clean.

And then, Song Tan put this nest comb into a honey shaking bucket on the side.

The honey shaking bucket has two clips in the middle, putting the nest comb in like a file, one on the left and one on the right, and then you can turn the rocker to quickly shake the flowing honey down.

The effect is similar to a washing machine spinning dry.

One box has five nest combs, here are five boxes.

Qiao Qiao became more and more skilled, from the beginning of doing half an hour on one side, to ten minutes later, the progress this afternoon was truly great.

However, by the time he practiced, it was almost dark.

The two tidied up the beehive, Qiao Qiao carried the basin, Song Tan held the heavy honey bucket, and came down from the mountain again.

It was dark and tea leaves couldn't be seen, and since they had to sort tea leaves tonight, Wu Lan had almost finished cooking.

Seeing her holding a bucket back, walking easily, expression comfortable, she laughed: "I said how could honey come out so fast, pollen is in hand, it has to brew for a few days, right?"

Who knew that when she turned her head to look, hey! There was quite a lot in this cylindrical bucket.

Wu Lan let out an "Oh my," and couldn't help but complain to her daughter: "Since there is so much honey, why didn't you say so? The jars we prepared haven't been washed yet."

This was hurriedly boiling water, and all the glass jars prepared in advance were put in to boil.

Qiao Qiao carefully covered the honey bucket with a gauze net, and then puffed out his chest, saying loudly: "Today's honey was shaken by Qiao Qiao!"

"Oh my!" Wu Lan praised perfunctorily: "Qiao Qiao is great!"

She thought Qiao Qiao was just responsible for turning the rocker.

If it were usual, Qiao Qiao would definitely not be able to detect her perfunctoriness, but today he was really hard-working, bending over and working for several hours.

Now his waist hurt, and his hands hurt.

Now aggrieved: "Mom, it was all done by me." Wu Lan was stunned.

Song Tan hurriedly explained: "Exactly. From taking the nest comb to cutting the beeswax, and finally shaking the honey, it was all done by Qiao Qiao, I just helped."

"Really?" Wu Lan was also shocked.

Really, Qiao Qiao can do it himself, what can't he do?"

She said as a matter of course.

A six-year-old child already understands many things, not to mention Qiao Qiao, who has been able to control his body and strength very well for so many years.

It's just that no one has taught him so carefully and patiently.

After all, there is so much work at home, and parents can't revolve around him every day.

Only seeing Wu Lan's eyes turn red instantly, and then looking at the honey bucket, her eyes were full of pride:

"Good! Good! Qiao Qiao is great! Really great!"

While shouting loudly: "Old Song! Old Song, come and see, your son cut honey back!"

While smiling happily: "After bottling later, leave the first bottle for Mom to soak in water, and let me taste Qiao Qiao's ability."

Qiao Qiao was proud: "Okay! Leave it for Mom! The rest is for Sister to sell money to raise bees."

Song Sancheng had run out from the room, asked the process again, looked at Qiao Qiao gesturing, and at his age, his nose was still sour.

Looking at Song Tan again, he was satisfied: "Good, good, you siblings are good, better than anything."

Song Tan was really afraid they would cry.

But, the parents' hearts are pitiful.

She was really afraid these two would cry, so she hurriedly reminded: "Mom, are your bottles all boiled?"

－－－－－－Author's Note－－－－－－

Busy all morning without stopping. Got up at six.

Now I'm starting to get sleepy... sleep for a while, then update when I wake up.

I will still work hard today! Write as much as I can.

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Looking at Song Tan again, he said with satisfaction, "Good, good. As long as you two siblings are doing well, that's better than anything else."

Song Tan was truly afraid they might burst into tears.

But, the hearts of parents are truly pitiful.

She was genuinely afraid the two of them would cry, so she quickly reminded them, "Mom, have all your jars been boiled?"

---------- Author's Note ----------

Busy all morning without a break. Got up at six.

I'm already starting to feel sleepy now... I'll sleep for a bit first and update when I wake up.

I'll still work hard today! I'll write as much as I can.

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