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One queen bee after another was packed into honey-coated beehives.

The sky was full of bees.

In the face of these hateful invaders, they do not hesitate to defend the dignity of the race with the bee tail, which they can only use once in their lives.

As a result, they were sadly surprised to find that the tail needles that they used to be able to make predators flee when they heard the wind could not even penetrate the black skin of the enemy at this moment.

One hundred and eighty beehives, and the giant plucked one hundred and eighty honeycombs.

Each beehive is filled with a queen bee and placed on top of the cliff.

When the queen bees in these beehives used the signals they emitted to attract all their worker bees back, that is, when Wang Hao returned to the village with the beehives.

Honey, in Wang Hao's view, is the best gift of nature. Wang Hao knew that blindly asking for it was not good for nature, so he only took a quarter of the hive under the cliff.

The rest of the beehives, Wang Hao did not destroy for that bit of honey.

It took a full day, and the bees who were scared away by Wang Hao and them also returned to their new home, the beehive, under the call of the queen bee.

The brand new beehive has long been smeared with honey to lure bees, so compared to bees, this living environment is quite good.

After the beehives were filled with bees, Wang Hao and the others ran three times before transporting the beehives back one by one.

During this period, Wang Hao once opened a beehive, and he found that those hard-working worker bees had already regarded this place as a new home and began to build nests.

When Wang Hao moved the beehives back to the village one by one, although the people were afraid of being stung by bees, they were even more curious about how Wang Hao caught these flying bees into the hives and how they kept these bees from flying away.

At the back of the village, a special place was set aside where the beehives were placed.

The place is far from the inhabited areas, but it is protected by wooden walls.

In this way, the cultivation of bees will not have much impact on the daily life of the people.

Time flies, and the dried wheat is also in the warehouse, and when the season is right, Wang Hao will take it out of the warehouse, and then sow it after the drying.

The foundation of the village was gradually extended by the joint efforts of the clansmen.

The law recorded in the square in the center of the village is also becoming more and more perfect. If you write it all down, that small bulletin board is not enough to write at all.

I don't know when a wooden sign was erected in front of the village commissary, with a big word 'selling' written on it.

Everyone has long been surprised by this, just like the word 'learning' in the school and the word 'food' in the canteen.

Since the advent of paper, the method of transmitting knowledge is destined to change, and it is no longer the method of oral transmission, but it is written down on paper and in writing, and passed on to the next generation in the form of books.

Therefore, the importance of words has become more and more prominent.

In the school, carpenters, potters and masons have fewer and fewer lessons, but more and more time to learn arithmetic and read and write.

Wang Hao knew that this kind of written knowledge was easily stolen by the big hand that stole knowledge.

But there's no way not to learn.

Every three months, on the night of the full moon, it is mandatory that everyone should not sleep on that day.

Moreover, since the last time Gu Mu killed the big hand that stole his knowledge, he had been very interested in this matter, and he had never stopped studying it.

Now he has made a lot of speculations, but most of them are still lacking verification.

And among all Gu Mu's speculations, the most reliable one that made Wang Hao feel was that there should be some kind of connection between the big hand that stole knowledge and the voice of restricting human beings from establishing a third-level tribe in the Great Wilderness.

Perhaps, the third-level tribe will be able to shield the big hand that steals knowledge.

But Gu Mu also guessed that if the third-level tribe could shield the kind of big hands that stole knowledge, it would definitely trigger another kind of crisis.

All of this is just Gu Mu's speculation so far, and whether it is accurate or not still needs to be verified.

The progress of every era is accompanied by the blood and tears of countless people.

From the primitive society to the agricultural era, in the initial period, when no farming tools were developed. Needless to say, Wang Hao can also imagine how many people died of exhaustion in the fields.

Because of the help of the system, Wang Hao directly let people use the agricultural tools that were created after thousands of tempers. Skipping the bloodiest part of the process.

It is precisely for this reason that the slaves in Wang Village do not look like slaves.

For their life as slaves was more comfortable than in their village.

However, when the crowd develops from small villages to more than a dozen villages, dozens or even hundreds of large villages and tribes united together, even Wang Hao cannot eliminate the inhumane places among them.

And the construction of roads, the lifeblood connecting the villages, finally made the captives understand the true meaning of the word slave.

In terms of food, Wang Hao did not treat them badly, and even made people change their ways to improve the food of the slaves.

But Wang Hao's soft heart is the only thing he can do.

From the moment the road was built, the slaves' eight-hour day of rest had been doubled to less than four hours.

It's better when they work during the day, and the only danger they face is the scorching sun in the sky.

Although it is difficult, it will always pass.

But at night, without the exposure of the scorching sun, reptilian poisonous insects and other things become active.

These things can be fatal.

Naturally, the slaves did not wear comfortable straw sandals like the people of Wangcun.

Because they have been walking barefoot all year round, the soles of their feet have long been ground and unconscious.

Slaves who work at night, because of poor sight, often step on poisonous snakes, and they don't even know it.

In addition to poisonous insects and poisonous snakes, there are also large beasts such as leopards, lions, tigers, etc.

During the day, the patrolling black-armored soldiers could spot these large beasts from a distance of hundreds of meters.

But at night, because of the problem of sight, these fierce beasts are often lurking a few meters around them, and everyone still doesn't know it.

So far, I have never heard of a night in which no one has died.

Twenty hours a day.

Smashing stones every day, paving the road with soil, and unobstructed contact with the toxic and harmful substances produced by the initial smelting of asphalt at close range.

Plus a dangerous work environment.

The number of slaves is declining every day. (To be continued.) )