At the center of the quarrel was the owner of a strawberry stall. The owner of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is a young mother with short hair, she and her son are wearing the same parent-child sportswear, and there are several or seven disposable transparent plastic boxes containing strawberries on the stall.

She took the little boy, who was only four or five years old, in her arms, and stared at the elderly women in front of the stall with a frown. These old men wore uniform fuchsia dance costumes, and at first glance they were the main force in the square dance.

An old woman with slightly chubby body and gray hair who looked to be in her sixties pointed to the young mother and said loudly and unceremoniously: "What is not for sale, we have asked several people, and they have been telling us that they will not sell or sell, why do you occupy a position and set up a stall if you don't sell things!"

"That's it," said the other tall, thin, older man, even more scathingly, "you young people nowadays really don't know how to respect the elderly. Didn't we old people just buy a few boxes of strawberries from you? Why are we so selfish!

It turned out that these old women in bright dance costumes had just finished their morning square dance practice and happened to pass by this small square, and saw that there seemed to be a lot of fresh agricultural products here, and wanted to buy some by the way.

However, they even asked several stall owners, but they were all refused, bluntly saying that the things here could not be sold, but only used for exchange.

The already bad temper was rejected one after another, and finally broke out in front of the stall of this young mother who sold strawberries.

It seems that he quarreled with this young mother, but he was actually denouncing this inexplicable activity.

"Our farmer's market was meant to barter, not cash. I also want to exchange a watermelon for my son," the young mother did not show weakness, and she fought back without hesitation. Just refusing to sell the strawberries on the stall, I was inexplicably pointed at my nose and scolded, and I was naturally in a bad mood.

"Ahh

The young mother with the child blushed, she didn't expect these old people to behave like this.

The people around her cast sympathetic glances at her. The domineering old man is not uncommon, occupying my old self pride, my old self is proud, and my old people should let my strange thinking run rampant.

Naturally, the young mother alone could not cope with the siege of several people. I had to pack up my things and prepare to leave.

"This old aunt, can you please stop talking nonsense, we are a private bazaar. The first person to stand up and speak for the young mother of the green grass was Dong Yuyan, the main person in charge of the event, who rushed over in time when she saw the noise.

"That's right. We didn't really have a little money, we mainly came here to taste more plants. A young man next to him continued.

The others were also dissatisfied with the old women, and resisted them from continuing to make noise here.

"What a broken bazaar. These elderly women, as soon as they saw the change in the direction of the wind, everyone seemed to have found an outlet, and they seemed to have become the target of the public, and they immediately left very unhappy.

By the time Lin Zeng walked to the scene of the incident, the elderly women had already left.

I only heard the people around me talking.

It's really a big forest, and there are all kinds of birds.

After these few people left, the farmer's market returned to normal, and the exchange of many people was nearing the end, and everyone exchanged the single product they had brought with them, and the bags in their hands contained all kinds of agricultural products from other vegetable friends, and the harvest was full.

Lin Zeng did not tell anyone who he was.

When he passed by Dong Yuyan, who was known as "helpless myopia", he also heard her muttering to another organizer next to him, why didn't Heterodu send anyone to see such a big event.

Coming quietly and leaving quietly, Lin Zeng looked at the time and decided to go to Jiang Hua's farm and give her the seeds of lavender, a nectar plant.

Before leaving, he made a call to Jiang Hua, but unexpectedly no one answered.

What's going on?

Lin Zeng called twice more and sent her a message, but there was still no reply.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that Jiang Hua called him back.

It turned out that she was harvesting honey just now, and it was not convenient to answer the phone for a while.

Honey harvesting!?

Lin Zeng even decided to set off immediately to Jiang Hua's farm.

Honey harvesting is such a fun thing to attend!

It's still a mobile phone app to call a taxi.

When Lin Zeng came to Jianghua Farm, he saw a heavily armed figure standing next to a beehive, with a white gauze hat on his head, wearing thick plastic clothes and some tools next to him.

When Lin Zeng was hesitating whether to approach Jiang Hua, he suddenly saw her waving his hand, obviously asking Lin Zeng not to come over for the time being.

Lin Zeng stopped and watched carefully what Jiang Hua was doing.

She pulled out a board-like thing from the beehive. Lin Zeng had good eyesight, and he could see small bees crawling around on the plank.

Fortunately, Lin Zeng didn't have a phobia of dense objects, otherwise he would have almost thrown it out.

Lin Zeng was only ten meters away from Jiang Hua, and he could clearly see the whole process of her tending to the hive.

I saw her take out a brush, and with an extremely gentle movement, swept the dense bees crawling on the wooden board into the box.

After the bees on the wooden board were roughly swept away, the true face of the hive, Jiang Hua took out a knife that looked like a fruit knife and scraped it on the wooden board quickly, and one by one the fragments fell into a cardboard box.

When she was done with this, she took a few steps away with the plank, and put the artificial hive into the iron bucket beside her, which was a little away from the hive made of small planks. There aren't that many honeys. Only then did he beckon to Lin Zeng.

Lin Zeng was full of curiosity about harvesting honey and walked quickly.

The closer you get to the hive, the more bees are flying around. Lin Zeng tried to ignore the bees around him and walked to Jiang Hua's side.

Jiang Hua lifted his mask, smiled at Lin Zeng, and said, "Why do you have time to come over today?"

They had a brief phone call just now, and Lin Zeng didn't have time to say the reason for his arrival.

"Helped you find plant seeds, and sent them to you. Lin Zeng said, and when he answered, he stared curiously at the iron bucket.

I saw that the hive that Jiang Hua had taken down just now was hanging in the middle of the iron bucket, Jiang Hua held a rotating handle on the side of the iron bucket, and turned it one by one, and the hive was also under the action of force, through centrifugal rotation, throwing out some viscous amber liquid.

"It's fun. Lin Zeng rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and said, "Can you try it for me?"

"No problem, you try it, it's an artificial centrifuge. The mechanism in the stainless steel bucket is turned by the centrifuge to remove the honey from the hive. Jiang Hua handed over the workload of turning the centrifuge to Lin Zeng, put down the mask himself, and walked back to the beehive. (To be continued.) )