Uncle and Uncle Song are going to get a honeycomb, how can they let go of this opportunity? So Wang Jin wanted to go. But it was dark and the road was difficult, and both of them felt afraid that he would be in danger. What should I do if I step on a snake again?

Wang Jin insisted on watching. Uncle Wang took off the coat he was wearing and threw it to Wang Jin: Don't go closer, do you hear it? Seeing that Uncle Wang spoke, the uncle had no choice but to bring Wang Jin.

Speaking of this night road in the dark, Wang Jin suddenly remembered his grandfather. I couldn't help but ask my uncle: My grandfather said that you can sniff with your nose when walking at night, is this true?

After listening to Wang Jin's question, the uncle knew that it was his father Wang Yun who told Wang Jin back then, and there was obviously a deep meaning in it. The boy didn't know it yet, so he said, "Really." However, I told you that you don't understand it, so let's talk about it later. Look at your feet, where I and your Uncle Song settle, you can step on it, don't step on the wrong one. Wang Jin had no choice but to agree, his heart full of doubts.

Seeing that deep in the woods to the south, Uncle Song stopped. It seems to be in place. Uncle Song put his hand next to his ear, meaning that Wang Jin should listen carefully. Wang Jin did so, but didn't hear anything. Uncle asked him to stand in front of him. Wang Jin listened carefully, and sure enough, he could hear an extremely subtle "buzzing" sound. I don't know where it came from.

Uncle Song pointed not far away. The crown of a tree with the thickness of the king's waist tells him where the honeycomb is. This wild bee is extremely ferocious. It's not this deep mountain and old forest, it can't be seen at all. Where there are these bees, there can be no bees within a radius of a hundred miles. One is that this place is inaccessible. Beekeepers are not easily accessible and cannot carry their hives. Second, this bee cannot tolerate other bee colonies on its own territory.

The honey we usually see on the market, here we have to nag a few nonsense.

Most of the so-called honey is honey from bees. Bees are alien species, but they are not native to Chinese mainland. Honey has high sweetness, but it is difficult to comment on the nutritional value, depending on the specific situation of surrounding plants and flowers. Mainly because of the high efficiency of honey collection bees, if there are not many flowers around, or because of abnormal weather, beekeepers will use white sugar water to provide sugar source for bees. But after all, it can't be compared with pure natural wild bee honey.

However, real beekeepers will keep several boxes of bees, and the center is the "bee" mentioned in many ancient books. This kind of honey collected by bees is not sold in the market. However, sweetness is not a criterion for evaluating the quality of honey. Good honey is placed in the low-temperature safety layer of the refrigerator, and crystallization will be produced in two hours. There are a lot of so-called pure natural honey on the market, which looks white on the surface, similar to crystals, but it is actually just pollen. This kind of thing is very high in hormones, and it is harmful for people to eat too much. Therefore, readers are specially reminded to pay attention and take care of their bodies.

As for the wild honey in front of Wang Jin and them, it was incomparable to medium honey. This kind of bee, the locals call it "head bee", which is defined by its appearance. It's a pity that this head bee has a short temperament and is not something that humans can breed. To be able to eat a bite of such honey, it depends on fate.

Abba Song got up slowly, I don't know when, he made a torch, I saw him take out the lighter, snap it and light it, and the torch immediately burned. Wang Jin knew that it might be mixed with rosin.

I saw Uncle Song run under the tree, fork the nest fire to the ground, and quickly ran back. I watched as the smoke from the torches gradually spread to the canopy.

Abba Song came to the two of them, and Uncle put the clothes that Uncle Wang gave Wang Jin on Wang Jin's head, and shouted in a low voice: Get down. Before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden "buzz" from the tree, and the swarm of bees exploded.

In an instant, Wang Jin could only hear the buzzing sound around him, and some heads and bees landed on his back, crawling. Wang Jin didn't dare to move, if he let it bite it, it would immediately be a bag as big as a chestnut. That's not all, if you accidentally run into this kind of head bee in the wild, you can't help but anger them. They will go out and chase you for twenty or thirty miles, until you are covered with a bag. At that time, if you still have a life, it will be a miracle.

In just a few minutes, the head bee was silent. Abba Song and Uncle Song slowly got up to look at the situation, and they both smiled. Wang Jin also stood up and quickly looked at himself, but there was no head bee. Seeing that Abba Song and Uncle were playing stupidly there, it seemed that the two of them had returned to the appearance of teenage children, and they had just come back from taking a bath in the river with their bare buttocks.

Uncle Song recruited Wang Jin, and climbed the tree by himself. Uncle Wang Jin and Uncle Wang were below, unfolded Uncle Wang's clothes, and waited below. I saw Uncle Song climb into the canopy and take out a firewood knife. After a few cuts, a clump of honeycomb fell. Wang Jin and Uncle caught it steadily, and it weighed ten pounds. Uncle Song jumped down the tree and looked at the honeycomb. I saw that there were still some bee chrysalis wriggling on it. Uncle Song and Uncle Song were not polite, and they ate as soon as they grabbed it with their hands. While eating, I told Wang Jin: This is the best. Wang Jin also tasted one, but the taste was indescribable, so he couldn't stop talking.

After eating for a long time, the three of them took the honeycomb and prepared to return the same way.

When Uncle Song went to get the torch, Wang Jin saw a black bee on the ground, piling up a hill. Some just burned their wings and are still crawling there. I felt a little unbearable in my heart.

The three of them lit the torches, and the way back was much faster. Wang Jin thought that he would eat bee pupae and dry food tonight. The feast below really didn't surprise him.

When he could see the bonfire, Wang Jin saw Uncle Baiwang. When he went, he didn't even bring a dog. But at this time, even Xiaobai was counted, and several dogs were jumping around Uncle Baiwang.

Uncle Baiwang was already roasting his prey on the fire at this time, and it seemed that he was really not small. The three of them quickened their pace and came to the campfire. Wang Jin saw a complete muntjac skin on the stone next to him, spread out and placed there. I knew that Uncle Baiwang had this guy. The muntjac meat, which I haven't eaten for a long time. How many times have I come back up the mountain, and I haven't seen a muntjac. This muntjac is very timid and runs extremely fast. However, very fragile and most afraid of hunting dogs. Sometimes, the hound hunts for muntjac and can take its owner for a day in the mountains. When the muntjac is tired and has no strength, it can be bitten to death with a bite, which is easier than a rabbit. However, the muntjac in the mouth of the hound will not be so complete. Wang Jin himself has never raised a good hunting dog, and he really doesn't have this skill. Therefore, he has never caught a muntjac by himself since he was a child. Uncle Baiwang's ability, now Wang Jin is really convinced.

Uncle Baiwang seemed to know in advance that Uncle Song would bring honey back, and he had already made a jar out of bamboo. I helped the three of them put the honeycomb on the ground, took some honey and touched it on the muntjac. He also sucked his fingers and said: This year's honey is not as good as in previous years. Uncle took a piece of honeycomb and gave it to Wang Jin, and asked him to go and give it to the white pig. That guy didn't eat much today, but he was honest on the basket. Wang Jin went over and trained it to stand up and sit down again, and the guy began to lick it with his pink tongue while holding the honeycomb, and he was very satisfied with that attitude.

Uncle Wang looked very tired, and after watching everyone finish their work, Uncle handed him the clothes. Uncle Wang saw that there was still some honey on his clothes, so he pasted it with his mouth and said, "It's not bad, don't waste it."

This dinner can only be described as a feast. Among the four people, Uncle Baiwang and Wang Jin have the same amount of food. In this way, the four of them had eaten to their heart's content, and there was still half of the roe deer meat left. Before going to bed, Uncle Baiwang made a fence out of bamboo strips. Set it on a fire, use a wood knife, cut the remaining meat into strips, sprinkle with salt and paprika. Roasted on the fire, it looks like it will be dried tomorrow.

The dogs ate the roe deer and slept contentedly. At night, the four old men took turns to keep vigil, so that Wang Jin Ansheng could only sleep on his own. Tell him: The road of tomorrow is difficult for you to think of. Wang Jin lay down and suddenly felt that he was not very tired today. I remembered how sick I was a few days ago, and I couldn't get out of bed. Could it be that in the past two days, the old forest has climbed the mountain, and this disease doesn't know if it feels better?