Chapter Sixty-Nine: Sweeter Than Honey

A small bee patrolled to the northeast corner of the hive, hovering in the air with its wings flitted, searching for the enemy around it.

For this section of dead wood hanging directly above the honeycomb, the little bee has become commonplace, and does not feel anything unusual.

It didn't stay long, it continued to fly, fulfilling its mission as a guardian and circumnavigating the honeycomb for a week.

Just as the little bee was turning around and flying from east to south, a large drop of rain grazed its right wing and smashed down.

The little bee dodged to the left, and as it dodged, it casually glanced up at the hanging dead wood.

If Baoyu had seen this, he would not have thought that the little bee would be attracted by the upside-down dead wooden barrel. As expected, the little bee continued its descent as if it were nothing, heading straight for its hometown, the hive.

The other little bees also sensed the impending rain, and seemed to have made a decision, and together with the little bee, they changed their flight routes and ran back to the honeycomb.

At a distance of more than an inch from the honeycomb (note: one inch = 3.33 miles), the little bees hovered and began to dance, their wings stirring up at great speed, one, two, three, four, a total of four times, and then they flew up and down in a clockwise circle, and fanned their wings five times again.

The dance of several little bees is not uniform, but one after another, it is vivid and beautiful.

The bee colony in the honeycomb immediately received the rain signal transmitted by the guards with dance, and the small bees in the outermost circle of the honeycomb opened their wings one after another, and for a while, the entire honeycomb was protected by layers of bee wings, like rows of erected shields.

The little bee that noticed the deadwood beehive flew straight away from the honeycomb and flew towards the deadwood beehive made by Baoyu again.

"Could it be that the bee colony has found a place to shelter from the rain, and this brave little bee has come to explore the way?"

Just as one drop of rain brushed the little bee's wings, another drop of rain was hitting Bell's right ear. Sleeping bells are not as sensitive as bees, and they can't measure the size of impending rain.

It seems that this nest of bees is nesting for the first time in a large forest, and it has little experience, and the hive hangs bare from the branches of trees that can see the sky, without eaves, canopies, thick trunks, etc. as a protective cover, and the position is simply not able to withstand the coming rainstorm.

When the little bee that left the nest was wandering around and preparing to hide from the rain. At this moment, Baoyu on the tree had woken up, he clenched his little fist tightly, and said in his heart: "Little bee, you come in, wait for you for a long time, you will be one step away." ”

In the blink of an eye, the little bee burrowed into the upside-down dead wood hive, and it had just flown into the hive when a gust of wind struck.

The Deadwood Hive withstood the wind and did not sway much in the wind, thanks to the strong, short, and securely fastened rattan that lifted the Deadwood Hive.

Underneath the deadwood beehives, the hives had been blown to the ground, a large pile of honey was dripping to the ground, and the swarm of bees buzzed out of their crumbling hometown.

"Maybe the eyes of God have really opened. Ringbell thought excitedly as he looked at the countless raindrops that were falling on him.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the little bee that had finished surveying the dead wood beehive stood at the edge of the dead wood, and it tried to fly out, but after several attempts, it was blown back into the dead wood hive by the strong wind along the mouth.

After several attempts, the little bee finally found the right time, and it happened that it flew out from the angle with the least wind resistance, and the little bee successfully flew away from the dead wood beehive.

"Boom—" A muffled thunderbolt fell.

At this time, the honeycomb swayed even more, and the bee colony fell into panic, and some bees did not grasp their feet, and were swept away by the strong wind, and disappeared.

After a long battle of wits with the wind, the wise little bee who had gone to explore the deadwood hive finally returned to the hive. It didn't rest, but immediately used its antennae with other bees to transmit messages.

As the rain intensified, the rain line became denser, and a large group of small bees, led by this advance bee, braved the wind and rain and flew into the dead wood beehive made by Baoyu.

Between their original hives and the dead wood hives above, under the storm, the little bees used their seemingly weak bodies to build a corridor-shaped corridor with the thickness of a vegetable dish - the "bee" flesh corridor.

After the formation of the "bee body corridor", the bees that remain in the honeycomb begin to move towards the hive en masse:

The worker bees go first, then the worker bees carrying the eggs, then the male peak, and the queen bee in the center......

A bolt of lightning struck through the dense sea of silver fir leaves, and the lightning shone directly on the "flesh corridor" of the bees.

"Look, the wisdom of the bee is no worse than ours, and we all learn a little more......"

The little bees struggled to stir their little wings so that the corridors of the bees' bodies would not be washed away by the wind and rain, so that the bees and queens could be smoothly transferred to the safety of the dead wood hive made by Baoyu.

Under the light of lightning, everyone can vaguely see that under the protection of the "flesh corridor", a large bee with the length of the middle finger is "surrounded" by the bee colony, approaching the dead wood beehive little by little.

If the queen bee enters the bee fight, then the bees will be secured, at least, until the first rays of sunlight return to the earth the next day, and they will not flee and fly away again under the leadership of the queen bee.

After a long time, the wind began to fade, the rain weakened, thunder and lightning alternated intermittently, and the wet forest was as bright as day, and then it was completely dark.

Baoyu held her breath on the tree and prayed silently: "But don't make any mistakes at the last moment!"

Under the light of lightning, the swarm team escorted the queen bee into the deadwood beehive. After all the settlers had settled, the bees seemed to have begun to identify with their new home.

At this time, the stone hanging in Baoyu's heart fell to the ground.

The bees who were to build the "flesh corridor" also entered the dead wood beehive one by one, and it seemed that the bees had finished moving.

In the colony, four guard bees stood out again. And the wise little bee was not among them. "Come to think of it, it's busy with other things in the Deadwood Hive. ”

By the time the colony moved to the end, the rain began to lighten.

By the darkness of the night, Baoyu climbed to the branch near the hive, put one hand on the branch as a support, and with the other hand, carefully plucked the beeswax flakes full of honey from the vacant hive, and placed them side by side in the "recess bowl" of the trunk.

Then, he took off his coat and climbed onto the branch above the dead wood beehive.

When the four little bees flew to the nearest one, Baoyu quickly wrapped the dead wood beehive with his clothes and the four flying guard bees.

Although the bee colony will not escape from the dead wood in the rain tonight, the bell still tells him to be actively prepared and set up blocks.

With Wei Xiaobao's assistance, the beehive was moved to the intersection of the trunk and the branches, placed securely, and was tightly tied to the trunk with rattan.

After doing this, I kept watching the bell of all changes under the tree, and then I settled down.

Honey is certainly sweet, but what makes Ringbell feel sweeter than honey is that everyone has done something together.

Of course, she hoped that the little fishing scholar in the thatched hut on the top of the mountain would recover and return to the queue as soon as possible.