One early morning.

The young Daolang looked up under the tallest tree in the mountains. But at this time, the fog was thick, and nothing could be seen from above.

His little friends were cautiously leaning behind him.

The young Daolang has already told his friends all his thoughts, and that person is right, he can't do it alone. And the friends are excited that they are involved in a secret, and there are no adults here, just them.

A partner who is the same age as the young Daolang said that Daolang must be a warrior in our Lukai Society in the future, and only Ani is worthy of him, so let's follow him.

The partners chirped in agreement.

The combination of the bravest warrior and the most beautiful girl is perfect.

Indigenous people also have this complex.

The partners all know that although they can't see it now, there is actually a huge beehive on top of the big tree, so big that it looks like the largest black pottery water man in the Lukai Society.

People who don't know it may be frightened when they see it, and the wild bees there should be divine bees. Everyone is really afraid of it, and even when they pass by it, they have to stay away.

The wild bees there have stung many people, but no one dares to provoke them, and they even have to take a detour.

The hive has probably the most wild bees in this mountainous area. The wild bees may be proud of this, they don't need to have their own minds, they live according to their instincts, they are all under the command of the queen bee, no one dares to mess with them!

The young Daolang wants to challenge this huge storage zài now.

It's dangerous, but it's also the most rewarding. There may not be the most honey in it, but it definitely has the most beeswax, especially the propolis that the gang likes will also be the most.

The young Daolang would not have known that the concept of propolis having a sterilization and antibacterial effect was purely instinctive, and he guessed that in the hive that contained so many mindless wild bees, there must be a strong ability to eliminate aliens.

Maybe that's what the young Daolang thought.

He wants a qiē for them!

The young Daolang said to his friends: "Don't be afraid, they are not so powerful now. After a while, I'll tie it up, and you guys will pick it up slowly. If the wild beehive gets to the ground, it will shatter, and the gang won't want it. And don't get it dirty! Those people don't like things with dirt. ”

A little friend thought back to that terrible huge beehive, and was really scared. He was stung once, and the adults blamed him and said, "How many times have you sued you, and who let you go that way?!"

He trembled and said, "Is there any other way?" We can go and weave bamboo. Several stupid people went. ”

The young Daolang smiled bitterly and said, "It's too late!" I have learned that the gang of people gave two loads of salt for 500 pieces of bamboo utensils, but it was not the small bamboo plate, which was more difficult to weave than it. They gave the stupid people who weaved bamboo plates two liels a month, and they stipulated that they could finish a lot in one day.

I've calculated for days, and if I make it up, it will take me a year to get that mirror, even if I'm fast. But Ani is going to get a tattoo in half a year, and she just wants to take a good look at her face in front of the tattoo. Ani told me. ”

The little friend said "oh" to indicate that he understood.

The young Daolang climbed the big tree in this humid early morning.

He had cut a few sturdy rattans beforehand, and had set himself and the tree together to form a large circle, leaving a considerable gap.

In this way, if he stumbles, the cover can still give him a little protection, and besides, he can also use some strength when climbing upwards. It would be nice to get to a place with branches, and it would be a paradise for the young Daolang.

The young Daolang crawled quickly, and soon disappeared into the thick morning mist. The tree is really tall.

No matter how careful the young Daolang was and how light his movements were, the wild bees knew that there was danger for a long time. But now is the time when they are at their weakest. The environment is not good.

If the bees fly out at this time, their wings will be wet with the morning mist, and they will not fly as fast as they normally would. Of course, the people of Lukaishe, who grew up and lived in the embrace of the mountains, knew this.

The young Daolang was relieved when he climbed to the place where there were branches, he knew that he was safe, and he jumped between the branches deftly, and soon found the huge beehive.

He's going to start concentrating on the big hive.

He was about to hit the dried wormwood he had brought, and the dried wormwood was a little damp, and a thick smoke rose.

The wild bees are now out of their rage, they roar and swarm out, trying to find the hateful intruder, and they will attack with all their might!

But the fog at this time made their combat effectiveness lower, they couldn't fly fast, and coupled with the smoke of the smoke, they had to scatter and flee, and there was a wailing buzz not far away. Voices can be heard far away.

The little friends under the tree have been listening quietly, and when they heard the wailing of wild bees, they couldn't help but jump, oh, our son of the mountain god, can defeat the terrible wild bees!

The young Daolang was not affected by the cheers of his friends, he knew that this time he was not just taking a little honey, but the whole thing, so he had to be extra careful, if the wild bee was to die, it would be terrible.

He had to take all the wild beehives away, or it wouldn't be enough for him to get back the mirror that Ani was talking about!

He immediately blocked the hive's mouth to prevent the other wild bees from coming out, and he shook the hive vigorously. The beehive, which was originally sturdy and not afraid of strong winds and rains, quickly broke away from the trunk of the tree in the repeated shaking of the young Daolang. Those wild bees that fled to a distance and kept wailing suddenly rushed towards the young Daolang like crazy at this time, completely looking like they were all dying.

They let Daolang keep shaking the wormwood, let the smoke burn, and also complete their revenge, without the hive they are nothing.

But in the end, only four or five succeeded in completing the revenge on the arms and faces of the young Daolang!

The young Daolang grabbed the branch with one hand, and waved the lit wormwood with the other, ignoring the sharp pain on his face, he knew that if he panicked, the result would be death. It was at this time that countless honey collectors fell to their deaths.

In the end, the young Daolang won the battle.

The wild bees that could fly out were all dead. Faced with the huge gain, the young Daolang didn't get happy, and sighed that he didn't match his age.

He untied the rope around his waist and carefully tied up the huge hive, letting it down little by little with the help of thick branches.

The friends below shouted happily, maybe the fog could speed up the spread of sound, and it seemed that the entire Alishan remnants could be heard. The wild bees are going to be out of luck......

The young Daolang didn't feel any pain on his face and arms at the moment, it was strange, but he felt a little pain in his heart.

The wild bees are more poisonous, and just after they came down, Dao Lang's face was not the same. Especially a large bag at the brow bone, the shiny epidermis is thin, as if it is about to crack, which is scary.

The children of the mountains are solid, and this is nothing. Immediately after that, they went to several other hives. At this time, the friends began to help. The hives were easy to deal with, and only two people were stung in the end.

They giggled, found some mint in the shade of a grassy slope, put it in their mouths and chewed it a few times, and covered it in the place where they were stung for a while.

But it seems that the young Daolang is getting heavier, and it hurts all the time. But when the young Daolang felt that his face hurt, his heart didn't hurt anymore, but he was a lot more relaxed.

If that's the wrath of the mountain god, that's great.

The sun finally rose high, and it easily dispersed the fog from the forest. The children of Daisen decided to go for dinner.

They sang mountain songs, through the woods, through the weeds taller than them, and no one paid any attention to the wildflowers that were in full bloom. Boys.

They came to a stream.

In previous years, the stream was so turbulent that no one could go down. Even the friends didn't dare to get close, for fear that it might skyrocket without knowing when, and it could sweep people away at once, and fall to their deaths on the rocks in the stream. Even Dao Lang didn't dare to approach.

Someone has seen with their own eyes that there are sambar bars grazing on the banks of the stream, and they are swept into it at once, and without even a wail, they quietly disappear.

What a terrible stream it was, and it rained a lot in the mountains at that time.

But this year, it's a paradise for them.

The water became less and the current slowed down, but it was clearer, and fish the size of an adult's palm began to appear. In the past, this fish was only found in lower freshwater rivers.

The people of the Han Tang group scoffed at the indigenous freshwater dried fish, and they were not even interested in taking a look.

But it's a favorite of the indigenous people.

The little ones put down the large and small beehives they were carrying. A few of the smaller companions cleanly took off the linen cloth from their bodies and untied their headscarves.

Their tanned skin shines in the sun.

They deliberately screamed loudly and jumped directly from the rocks on the shore into the stream.

It's okay, now the stream can be seen directly to the bottom. The water is deep enough. Then they slapped on the surface of the water several times.

This is to drive the fish to the stream.

The young Dao Lang used a knife to cut a straight branch out of a sharp point and made a wooden dart gun. He also cut one for a companion of his age. Of all of them, he was the only one with a knife.

It was a young man who used half a basket of dried mountain mushrooms to exchange for a Ming merchant.

The young Daolang has always been proud of this knife, it is very sharp, and everyone thinks that it can directly kill a big running boar.

But after the young Daolang saw the knives of those people in the Hantang Group, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he knew that his knife should not be called a knife. Those people were very strange, some of them had knives diagonally in the scabbards of their shoulders, some of them vertically in the scabbards of the outer thighs, but no one hung them around their waists like him.

He had seen a man from the Hantang Group pull out a knife and split a coconut without too much force. Oh my God, the young Daolang's knife can't even cut through the shell of a coconut!

He must have it too, he can exchange a whole basket of dried mountain mushrooms, no, two baskets! This wish was buried deep in his heart.

He had to change the mirror for Ani first.

The young Daolang and his companion walked slowly by the stream, watching from a distance as the fish gradually approached the shore and nibbled on some of the moss on the shore.

Daolang tried to adjust his gaze, those wild bees were so powerful, and now the bag on his eyebrows had not disappeared.

After seeing it, both of them threw out their dart guns, but fortunately they both hit the fish. It's just that Daolang's dart gun only hit one, and his companion hit two. Originally, Daolang was the best at spearfishing.

Afterwards, they continued to spearfish until they felt that they had enough to eat.

They picked a few flat stones on the shore, erected them, made a fire underneath them, cut off the fish's head, threw it into the stream, and let it go down the river. The people of Lukai never eat fish heads.

Then put the fish on the stone and wait patiently for it to get cooked. When the friends watched the fish foam, they began to sprinkle salt on it, but much less than before.

Strange to say, the salt of those people is getting saltier and whiter. In the past, it was necessary to sprinkle a lot, but now it is enough to sprinkle only a little, and no one knows why. But it's just a good thing.

The friends put together the dry food they took. In fact, everyone's dry food is the same, it is all small rice dumplings rolled in banana leaves, and nothing is in it. If they reach adulthood, they will have meat in them, such as boar, deer and monkeys.

But are the children of the mountains still short of meat? The mountains will give them a qiē, except for the mirror.

Soon the fish was cooked, and everyone ate it quickly, very happy.

But a little friend glanced at it inadvertently, and he shouted loudly, "Look, there are mountain mushrooms on that cliff!" Haha, those people in the chicken fields of the estuary will definitely exchange it for more salt for us! ”

Everyone knows that the people in Hekou Chicken Land give more than the Ming merchants when they exchange goods, but they don't know why the president, Ah Wu said that they are more evil than the Ming merchants.

The kids don't care about that. After they had eaten their fill, they began to study the mountain fungus.

They all grow on the shady side of the cliff, and it seems that there is some green moss around them.

The young Daolang smiled and said, "It's not high, I'll go and pick them now, those people like it too." ”

The young Daolang's companion looked at him with a strange smile, and the bag on his eyebrow bone had not yet disappeared.

"Why don't I go, can you see with your eyes?" Said his companion.

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