At this time, some villagers heard a strange sound, and when they went out to investigate, they saw that the embarrassed sour apricot was struggling to save his heart and soul. With a shout, several people ran over, replaced the sweaty sour apricot, and helped him recruit bees back to the nest. Some people couldn't help but shout loudly, trying to blast these disobedient little things back into the nest. All of a sudden, more than a dozen people gathered under the plane tree.

People were buzzing, and I don't know if it was this discordant sound that alarmed the queen bee, or if the queen bee didn't play enough and still wanted to play with the gang. Among the branches at the top of the sycamore tree, the dense bees began to stir again, and their voices gradually increased. Suddenly, a small bee cluster rose leisurely above the canopy, and after a slight pause, it flew towards the north mountain without hesitation. Immediately, a wisp of yellow-brown smoke clouds flew to the foot of the North Mountain like a flying ribbon. The top of the plane tree, which was still very lively, disappeared from the bee colony, and immediately cleared up.

People immediately followed suit. The sour apricot couldn't run, so she had to open her voice and howl hoarsely, and she saw where it fell, follow quickly, don't dare to lose it.

People with sharp eyes stared at the yellow cloud without blinking their eyelids. In the middle of the night, someone shouted happily, don't worry, this time you can't escape, and all the bees have fallen into the temple. Someone shouted loudly, go to Uncle Zhenshu to ask for the key, and open the temple door to catch bees.

At this time, the pot was already boiling in the Immortal Temple. In the courtyard wall, which was not too high, there was a non-stop whistling sound. People gathered excitedly in front of the temple gate, waiting for Zhenshu to come and lock the door, curious and eager to see the rare scene of catching the queen bee. I also heard about sour dates at home. He ran to the top of the door and stomped his foot against the closed courtyard door. He muttered vigorously with a crying voice, what can I do, how can I do this. This box of bees is going to be miles away, miles away.

After a while, the Quartet came running all the way, stumbling behind him followed by the panting Zhenshu. The four parties were busy at the hotel at noon and rode a motorcycle home. He was discussing with his father Zhenshu about a hundred thousand urgent matters, and when he saw that the villagers were running and jumping to talk about the situation, he asked his father for the key and took the lead in running towards the Immortal Temple.

The Quartet panted and ran to the temple, and when he heard the sound coming from the courtyard wall, he knew that the bee colony had all fallen into the temple. He didn't have time to ask for a conversation, and hurriedly unlocked and pushed the door.

Before people could see the queen bee's foothold, they heard a loud "buzzing" sound, and a puff of yellow smoke rose from the stone tablet pavilion in the middle of the courtyard, and after a short stay in mid-air, it turned north, went straight to the high north mountain in front of them, and drifted towards the halfway up the mountainside. After only a short moment's work, they were all scattered into the dense jungle, and there was no longer a trace of shadow, and not a single sound could be heard. I think that the queen bee and the bee colony led by her have long been impatient with the people chasing after them and losing their interest in teasing, so they flew far into the jungle to form their own bee kingdom and beg for their own life freely.

So far, this man-bee battle has ended in a defeat for people. Left behind the messy battlefield, along with this group of dumb-eyed and stupid villagers.

Sour apricot patted her half-cut leg in annoyance, and muttered distressedly, Alas, alas, it's all my fault. I thought I'd save a queen bee so that I could fill the empty beehive. Who knows, the queen bee grows fast, and there is a war. It's a pity, it's a pity that two boxes of bees were destroyed.

Sifang and Zhenshu returned home tiredly and continued to discuss uncomfortably.

At noon today, Zhenshu had just finished lunch, and was about to lie down on the bed to squint, when he was stirred up by the Quartet who hurried home. The Quartet was covered with dust from the road, and even his eyebrows and eyelashes were sticky. He gulped down the cold boiled water as he muttered something he thought was a very serious and imminent matter.

He said that the mayor of the town, Yang Xiande, may have an accident, and even the hotel will be implicated. Although all I hear is gossip, there is no wind and no waves, and if there is wind, there will inevitably be rain. Moreover, this kind of rumor is spreading more and more. At noon today, there was no other topic at the dinner table, and it was just Yang Xiande's mistake.

According to the news that the Quartet has received these days, Yang Xiande seems to have financial problems. Specifically, there is a suspicion of corruption and bribery. Some people wrote report letters to the city and county discipline inspection commissions one after another, reporting and exposing Yang Xiande for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and taking, carding, demanding, and sending, which is simply all good and bad things, and it is a hundred times worse than the warlords and inferior gentry in the past. The county may have taken over this case and is ready to investigate it in the near future.

At the beginning, Zhenshu replied disapprovingly, he investigated his case, let's open our hotel, two unrelated things, you are in a hurry. It's as if the day is about to fall, and it's like there's no way to live. Even if Yang Xiande really falls, the sky has fallen, and it can smash the corner of the hotel, or smash your brain. What the hell are you thinking?

Quartet urgently, Dad, that's not what you said. These days, I can't sleep well with the bank, which is what worries me. What do you think, the town compound still owes money to the hotel, 80,000 or 90,000 yuan. The little money we want back is not enough for the fraction we owe. Since the New Year's Eve to the present, the town has never paid a penny. It is said that the money in the treasury has been used to fill the holes in the "natural" factory, and even the salaries of the off-duty cadres have been carded, so how can we take care of paying off our debts. At the beginning of the contracting, the bank had an agreement with the town that it had to provide the town's food, drink and hospitality, and it had to be discounted. These things were also handled by Yang Xiande. If Yang Xiande is ruined, who will we want in arrears. Who would be so ridiculous, have no eggs to find an eggplant to carry out, and is willing to undertake such a stupid thing.

Zhenshu suddenly came to his senses, and he couldn't help but be anxious. He hated it, it was all the sins created by the dead ghost of your Uncle Zhenfu. It's good this time, not only did he pit his own baby, but he also hurt us with it. This is called being clever but being mistaken by cleverness, harming others and harming oneself. Then, he asked in a fluke again, can Yang Xiande really make a mistake, is it impossible. He is a character with big roots and deep roots, how can he say that he will fall. However, then again, who knows what kind of people he has offended. Besides, he really wants to make a mistake, what to do with the arrears, how to open the hotel, how can you be okay.

The Quartet originally wanted to rush back to beg for his father's idea. Who knows, Zhenshu didn't have any idea at all, and after chattering a lot, he turned around and asked himself. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, I don't know. If I had an idea, I wouldn't have rushed home.

When Zhenshu saw him say this, he also blushed and his heart beat, and his heart was not very good. He hurriedly sent the woman and quickly went to find the four seasons and the four joys, and it was best to call the summer solstice together. The grandfather and the children had to discuss this matter carefully before it was proper.

Looking at the figure of the woman flashing out of the courtyard door in a panic, Zhenshu sighed and said, It would be good if the autumn equinox was there. He has the right idea and a lot of ideas, so there will definitely be a good way to think of it. It's just that far water can't quench the thirst of the near. If you write a letter to him and go back and forth, I'm afraid even the cucumber vegetables will be cold.

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