The bees flew out in swarms, circled around the honeycomb, and returned to their nests and regained their peace.

From the tumult and the taming, the changes in the bee colony are quite noticeable.

Coupled with Wu Qingchen's obviously relieved appearance next to him, the cowherd helpers and serfs present immediately understood that the operation of moving wild bees at night had been successful.

The most excited little Andre hurried to Wu Qingchen's side: "Lot, that's it!" Right? The bees will be able to collect honey in their fields tomorrow, right? ”

"Yes, it should be!"

Wu Qingchen gave a very clear answer: "When it comes to autumn, there will be a lot of honey in it." ”

It's just that by that time, you may not have a chance to eat.

Looking at Xiao Ande's instantly smiling face, Wu Qingchen silently expressed his apologies in his heart.

Looking at the sky again, Wu Qingchen motioned for everyone to stop talking excitedly with each other, "Okay, it's getting late, hurry up and pack up and go back." ”

On this side of the honeycomb, near the land where it is at the moment, there is no place to clean up.

The location that really needs to be cleaned up is the place where Wu Qingchen led the helpers to practice just now.

Back at the edge of the forest, the cowherds' helpers and serfs found rattan, bundled and packed the branches they had cut down during the practice, each carrying a bundle, and followed Wu Qingchen and Andre in the direction of the church.

These branches are also the property of the lord and the church.

In fact, all the trees, fruits, branches, and leaves in the forest, whether they grow on trees or fall to the ground naturally, belong to the lord.

Usually, after paying a small donation, the villagers are allowed to go into the forest and pick up dead branches that fall naturally to use as fuel for daily life.

The reason why it is only allowed to pick up fallen dead branches is because everything belongs to the lord's ownership system, and the fresh branches that grow on the trees are equivalent to automatically increasing a little bit of wealth every day without additional investment.

For this reason, in the village of Ekri, as well as in other villages under the jurisdiction of the Barony of Akford, the cutting of branches without declaration is an economic crime against the law.

Wu Qingchen's act of moving the honeycomb was of course not an exception, it was a semi-official action, whether it was cutting down the branches of the tree where the honeycomb was located, or other trees that were killed during the practice, they had already obtained the permission of Master Praia.

After the concession ended, although the priest may not be able to look at these branches, in order to show respect for the law, Wu Qingchen is still ready to lead the helpers to bring these stumps back to the church and hand them over to the firewood room.

The previous practice lasted for two hours, and the number of branches cut down was very large, and the weight was quite heavy, and it took two or three times as long to return to the church.

The firewood room is located at the rear of the side of the church and is a separate cabin in a corner location.

Walking to the side of the firewood house, Andrei commanded the panting serfs, used a firewood knife to remove the thin branches and leaves hanging on both sides of the branches, and then used an axe to chop into arm-length firewood, stacked against the wall of the firewood room, and waited for nature to evaporate the water inside.

The four serfs worked together, and the branches were quickly transformed into quasi-firewood, and Andrei first looked at the firewood pile that was two stories higher by the wall with satisfaction, and then frowned, looking at the messy twigs and leaves on the ground.

These things are Andrei's most annoying fuel, and it takes a lot of space to dry them, and burning them directly creates a swirling smoke.

These annoying things......

Suddenly, the situation when Wu delivered beans in the morning and evening, and the hard work of the serfs afterwards, flashed in Little Andrei's mind.

Pregnant!

Thinking about the few honeycombs that still need to be moved in the next two or three days, Andrei pointed to the garbage fuel all over the ground and straightened his chin at the four serfs: "You guys have also calculated some strength tonight." Such...... Take this firewood home with you, one for each person. ”

"Thank you, sir!" "The lord is merciful!" "Thank you so much!"

The gratitude of the serfs was very sincere, compared to the freedmen who owned a certain amount of property, the serfs were not qualified, let alone had the capital to pay the firewood tax, and it was always very troublesome and difficult to obtain fuel on weekdays.

The twigs and leaves in front of him were a nuisance to little Andrei, but to the serfs a valuable windfall, and not only for firewood.

For York, last winter, when the steward graciously gave him the branches and thatch to build the hut, he didn't know whether he was in a bad mood or too good a mood, and threw Tamara and York a small amount less than the materials they really needed.

So, for the next year and a half, Tamara and York tried their best to save fuel, search for branches, and tinker, but they could barely keep the straw hut where the mother and son lived from collapsing.

Now, with a share of the pile of materials in front of him, York seemed to have seen that the crumbling grass shed suddenly had a strong support, and he was no longer afraid of the attack of wind and rain.

While thanking Dade, the serfs quickly collected the branches on the ground, and soon tied up four pieces of defective firewood.

It was about the time when the four serfs wanted to get more, but they didn't dare to quarrel, let alone fight, and finally divided it quite evenly.

"Hmm......"

After staring at the serfs to finish this, little Andre followed the teacher's example, and pouted in the direction of leaving the church, "Okay, go back quickly, ...... early tomorrow night"

"Wait...... That one...... Andrey, do you want to borrow a few more axes, or a sickle for them to use? ”

This is naturally Wu Qingchen's suggestion.

"How can this be ......?"

Hearing what Wu Qingchen said, little Andre was stunned for a moment, and then immediately thought of all kinds of farm tools that were "accidentally broken" or "I don't know where to go", and subconsciously began to object.

However, in the next moment, Andre understood what Wu Qingchen meant.

With his knowledge of the serfs, with this firewood, without any tools, and without any protection of property rights, the serfs would definitely dispose of it overnight and put it to various uses.

As a result, you won't have to think about it all day tomorrow, let alone continue to move the honeycomb at night.

How can this be?

To borrow or not to borrow?

Thinking about this problem only took Andrei a few seconds, thinking about the smooth progress of Wu Qingchen's teaching to the serfs, and then thinking about the sweet taste of honey, little Andrei waved his hand proudly: "Okay, each of you will take another sickle!" Remember, don't go back too late! I'm going to continue to move the cellular ...... tomorrow night."

Speaking of which, recalling Wu Qingchen's superb skills in directing the serfs, little Andre added: "...... It must not be too late! Tomorrow night it's been moved, and there's firewood! Also borrow a sickle! ”

"Ahh "Old man......"