The tempting honey hung high in front of his eyes, but he couldn't eat it, and he left the forest one step after another, and he walked aimlessly along the Ganhua Creek into the depths of the valley.

Holding his tired body, he walked ten strokes, sat down in the grass by the stream with a little boredom, picked up stones, and drifted into the stream.

Clusters of water splashes bloom on the surface of the water one after another, connecting in a straight line. Shaoyi easily broke off a piece of bark from the dead wood next to him, and hit the water again like throwing a stone, but as a result, there was no splash, and this time Shaoyi did not succeed.

This section of Ganhua Creek has a relatively gentle current, and because of its lightness, the bark floats on the surface of the water, swaying from side to side and drifting downstream unhurriedly...... Seeing this, Shaoyi stood up, and he seemed to think of something.

He looked at the stout dead wood beside him, and slapped his hand on the trunk where the skin had fallen off, and the dead wood made a hollow sound of "thump-dong".

Although the inside of the dead wood is empty, the shiny outer shell of the wood is rare and strong.

Shaoyi suddenly became excited, he pulled out the boning knife from his waist, and started work from the place where the dead wood was most rotten, and pulled out the rotten wood chips little by little.

In less than half an hour, the dead wood was cut into a barrel.

The dead wood was hollowed out, but the fingertips were burning with pain.

The hollowed-out dead wood is lightweight, but it is easy to break, and it is easy to pick it up with the hands that endure the great pain in the fingertips.

Shaoyi held the "barrel" he had just "concocted" and returned to the forest.

Hang this special "barrel beehive" upside down on the honeycomb, and if the bees can cooperate, then the "conspiracy" of the missing one may succeed.

First of all, Shaoyi relied on the experience in his memory to return to the other side of Ganhua Creek and found a rattan long enough. He tied the beehive with a rattan stick, fixed it to death, and then tied the other end of the rattan around his waist.

Next, the young began the long climb. Although the branch of the honeycomb is not very high, it is necessary to climb to a branch higher than this position to hang the hive from top to bottom, upside down, and continue to the top of the honeycomb.

The most crucial point is that he can't move too fast. Dead wood is good as a beehive, but the walls of the barrel are not thick enough, and if it is subjected to concussions and collisions during climbing, the barrel is likely to fall apart easily. Once the shelves fall apart, even if they are tied with rattan again, even if the bees can be introduced into the dead wood, it will be difficult to retain the bees after the cracked barrel.

Therefore, he was a little less careful, and every time he climbed up, he had to free one hand to hold the dead barrel that shook around his waist, so that the dead barrel would not be able to withstand the collision with the trunk and crack in the middle of the way.

At this time, the sun had climbed overhead, and the scorching sun shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the silver fir on his face, and the sweat that ran down his cheeks was like a river intertwined on the earth.

Half an hour later, the position of the less one was already flush with the position of the honeycomb, separated by only half a tree trunk.

Through the busy figures of the little bees, the less one can clearly observe that each honeycomb is filled with honey.

He couldn't help but swallow, and under the temptation of the crystal clear honey, he rested for a moment and couldn't wait to continue to climb higher branches.

......

Riding on a high branch, one less pair of hands alternated, reversed, trying to continue the dead barrel and hang it in the air. Shaoyi was very focused, and he tried to move so slowly that he barely let any of the little bees notice it.

The palms of his hands have been soaked and slippery due to excessive exertion. Be careful in everything, and remind yourself of one less.

Suddenly, one less didn't grasp it steadily, and the dead barrel fell instantly...... Shaoyi violently attached himself to the bottom, and his right hand dragged and threw hard, and the dead wood barrel was swung up by the external pull of the rattan, and flew steadily and was thrown in front of Shaoyi. One less bear hug, and firmly held the dead barrel in his arms.

Shaoyi held his breath and cautiously stuck his head out to look down, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he was sure that the swarm was still busy and that there was no commotion.

He sat on the branch with the dead wood in his arms for a long time, and only when his nervousness had completely calmed down before he stood up cautiously.

Holding the dead wood "beehive" with one hand and the branch next to him with the other, he stood on the branch and moved step by step to the top of the branch where the honeycomb was located.

Untie the other end of the rattan from your waist and tie it to a branch. Then, little by little, the deadwood "beehives" are continued, straight to the top of the honeycomb.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the bee colony, and when he looked down, it turned out that the dead wood "beehive" fell too close to the honeycomb, disturbing the normal life of the bees.

Shao Yi hurriedly clenched the rattan in his hand, tried to keep the beehive still, and did not dare to move the slightest bit.

Cooing said that disturbed bees are easy to attack people, and at this time, do not move, as people will cause the swarm to be more agitated and hostile. If you really provoke the bees, the speed of the person's escape is far less than the speed of the bees' attack.

"Buzz—"

Shaoyi glanced at his lower right, and sure enough, a smart little bee seemed to have spotted him, and the little guy flew away unhurriedly after patrolling around Shaoyi.

Shaoyi was motionless, his hands holding the rattan had begun to go numb, and he listened attentively to the state of the bee colony, but fortunately, it was much quieter again at this time, and the bees did not seem to be as chaotic as they were just now.

After waiting for a long time, Shaoyi slowly pulled the deadwood beehive upwards with a rattan two fists high. After completing this action, Shaoyi tied the rattan tightly to the branch and fastened it, and the deadwood beehive was officially activated.

Shaoda breathed a sigh of relief, the swarm of bees, led by the "wise" queen bee, was about to move into the new nest he had built.

This humble beehive is sheltered from the wind and rain, making it a good nest. Shaoyi seems to be very confident in this "masterpiece" of his own.

After a while, the bee colony in the hive found that directly above him, at some point, a hollowed-out dead wood had been hung inexplicably.

The hollow deadwood is not heavy, the few loops of rattan used to hang it have not even been completely straightened by its gravity, and the rough bark has been peeled off. In the dead barrel, although the space is not very large, it is at least enough for the hive below to divide the house once. Overall, it's a nice beehive.

A child was lying on the trunk of a tree not far away. The child stretched and let out a comfortable, contented moan.

Gradually, the swarm became accustomed to the presence of this child, and began to ignore him.

Until the sun went down, there was not a single little bee that was curious about the dead barrel hanging above the hive. The bees are so engrossed in their "business" that they don't even bother with the dead wood hives that they have been given to them.

So, as he tried to think back to the time when Goo was collecting the bee colony, he realized that he had forgotten an important link.

Every time Coo was collecting bees, she would raise the bamboo bee bucket so that the bee bucket would open in the direction of the bee colony, and then Grunt would recite a "mantra" in a babbling voice.

So, Shaoyi cleared his throat and began to recite the mantra used when he collected the bees: "The bees go home...... The bees come home...... Sleeping in the open ...... Panpan, Panjia......"

This sentence of sixteen words, over and over again, is less stubborn to the point that his mouth is dry.

The swarm remained indifferent.

It was dark, and Shaoyi reluctantly returned to the ground.

At nightfall, the sky began to turn cloudy, and there was not a single ray of light in the forest. Shaoyi found the small silver fir tree with his memory, and he raised his head and licked all the honey residues dripping from the leaves.

If you can't get the bees to move, then you have to keep picking up some leftover juice to feed your stomach.