Under Han Cheng's questioning, Wu told the reason.

A long time ago, two people from their Blue Sparrow tribe, when they were picking food, alarmed what Han Cheng called a bee, a flying bug.

Both of them died as a result, and they died very miserably.

Most of the experiences summed up by primitive people are bloodstained, and many of them have paid the price of their lives.

After the two men died, the witches of the tribe recorded the fact that the flying insects would kill people.

And passed on to the next witch.

Before, Han Cheng said that honey and bees, because of the different names of flying insects originally inherited by the Chinese language and Wu, Wu didn't know that the gods drooled about it, that is, the flying insects that killed two people in their tribe a long time ago.

It wasn't until he followed Xiaofu to the place where the bees built their nests that he realized that the bees that Shenzi was talking about were the kind of flying insects that could kill people.

Delicious honey is something produced by flying insects.

Because this incident happened when the last witch existed, it was a long time ago, so when it came to this witch, it didn't spread much.

At this time, by chance, Wu's memory was excavated, and after listening to it with everyone, those who drooled with Wu before all became palpitating.

Look at the miserable little blessing, and then think about what Wu said, the saliva in his mouth suddenly stopped flowing.

Stinged to death?

Han Chengran, no wonder Wu reacted so much, it turned out that a long time ago, there was such a tragic encounter in the tribe.

It's just that you can't choke on food like this!

It can't be said that I have been stung by bees before, and since then, I have never dared to touch bees again.

And bees are also divided into many kinds, some bees are very poisonous, not to mention people, even black bears with rough skin and thick flesh can't bear it.

Naturally, such bees cannot be touched.

However, the nest of bees found now is mainly honey-producing and is not particularly toxic.

Look at Xiaofu, who has been stung so much, except for what has gained weight, the rest of the small blessings who have no major problems can know.

Han Cheng told Wu and the others what he thought, but Wu still shook his head and said that he would not let Han Cheng take the risk.

Although I learned from the mouth of the Divine Son that the honey was delicious, no matter how delicious the honey was, it was not as important as the safety of the Divine Son.

Han Cheng thought about his past now, he didn't prepare anything, except for the same as Xiaofu, he would not make any difference, so he didn't insist anymore, and withdrew from the forest with Wu and them.

However, the location of the hive was firmly remembered by him.

At this time, it is spring, when the flowers are in full bloom, and the bees have enough flowers to pick, and there must be enough honey in the hive.

With so much honey, just let it go to waste there, Han Cheng couldn't do it.

When he came to the field, he saw that everyone had basically mastered raking and sowing, and he didn't need to be a god to provide technical guidance, Han Cheng immediately became a shopkeeper and returned to the tribe in a puff of smoke.

I went to the house first, and on a pottery tablet, I used a stone pen to depict the general appearance of a beehive.

Then he came to the cripple who was doing carpentry in the yard with the clay board, put the clay board down, let the cripple stop the work in his hand for a while, and began to explain the structure of the beehive to the cripple, so that he could make the beehive as soon as possible.

Han Cheng has a certain understanding of beehives, and he has seen beekeepers more than once when he was a child.

The beehive is about half a meter wide and less than one meter tall and less than one meter long.

From the top of the beehive, like a drawer, you can pull out the made splints, which are covered with bee nests.

As soon as the bamboo knife goes down, there will be sticky and yellow honey, which will slowly flow out and fall into the container that has been prepared below......

After such a long time of focusing on weavers and carpenters, the lame technique can be said to be very good, and he is also used to looking at the not-so-standard drawings drawn by Han Cheng.

After Han Cheng's explanation again, after a while, he began to pat his chest to ensure that he could make this box.

Then the most basic work of cutting the wood and splitting the planks began.

Han Cheng stayed here for a while, and when he saw that the limp was doing well, he left with confidence.

Then he went into the house and pulled out a large roll of linen.

This linen cloth, which is more than 60 meters long, is the fruit of the labor of the women of the Qingque tribe from last winter to this spring.

About a quarter of them were made by Bai Xuemei's little boy who likes to raise silkworms and weave cloth.

Although they were mixed together, it only took a glance for Han Chengcheng to identify which ones were from Bai Xuemei's hands.

Because the linen woven by Bai Xuemei is not only neat and has few threads, but also very fine, far from being comparable to other cloths with many small square-shaped holes.

The cloth spun by Bai Xuemei is good for making clothes, and Han Cheng is reluctant to mess with it.

However, the rest of the inferior cloth is not useless, and under certain conditions, it can also play a role.

Han Cheng selected the most inferior linen cloth that could be used as a veil from these cloths, walked outside, and came to the little boy's daughter-in-law, who was lying there intently watching silkworms eat mulberry leaves.

Bai Xuemei noticed that someone was coming, and when she looked up and found that it was Brother Cheng, she immediately showed a cheerful smile on her face, revealing her white teeth.

Her front teeth have all been replaced, and the lower big tooth on the left side just fell out a few days ago, and people who are not the most familiar with it will not know, and talking and laughing will not be out of the wind because of this.

Reaching out and touching the head of Bai Xuemei, who had grown taller, Han Cheng smiled and said, "Go and bring the needlework knife and make me something." ”

Bai Xuemei happily agreed, ran into the house, and after a while, she came over with a small clay pot where she put needles and threads.

"Brother Cheng, what to do?"

Han Cheng put the hat he was holding when he came over on his head, stretched out his hand and pointed at the hat, and said, "On this, meet a circle of cloth to my position." ”

Han Cheng pointed to the hat, gestured at his waist again, and said to Bai Xuemei.

"What is Brother Cheng doing here?"

Bai Xuemei asked as she began to pick up the cloth and gesture on Han Cheng's body.

Her hands were skillful, and her needlework was as good as that of the adult primitive women of the tribe, especially in making things out of cloth.

"Do you like boiled canned food?"

Han Cheng asked with a smile.

Bai Xuemei nodded vigorously, the sweet and sour canned fruit, she still misses it, it feels much better than wine and vinegar.

"With this stuff, in a few days, I'll be able to get something better than canned."

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