In the cold winter, the weather was surprisingly cold, Wang Cong stepped on the snow, stood on the edge of Wang Yihua's original beekeeping site, looked at the beehives that were artificially smashed, and the piles of bee corpses that were not covered by the snow, his heart was unspeakably uncomfortable, and the scene of Wang Yihua snuggling in his arms that day suddenly appeared in front of his eyes again.

"Buzzing" a bee landed on Wang Cong's shoulder, he couldn't help but be surprised, hell! On this cold day, all the bees are hiding in their nests, and all the bees here have been killed by Wang Bad Water, why are there still bees flying around? Just when Wang Cong didn't know what to do, the bee on his shoulder slowly flew up, buzzed in front of him, and slowly flew forward, and Wang Cong's legs involuntarily followed.

At the foot of the mountain, the snow covered a pile of branches, the bee actually flew in from a small hole in the pile of branches, the curious Wang Cong walked over, slowly brushed away the snow and branches with his hands, at the bottom of the branches, there was a beehive, Wang Cong couldn't help but be stunned, all the beehives here were smashed by Wang Bad Water, why is there a box intact here?

In order to find out, Wang Cong gently opened the lid of the beehive, and the scene inside shocked him a little, and he saw that inside the beehive, a thick layer of bees died, and in a corner of the beehive, there was a fist-sized group of bees, holding the group tightly, slowly wriggling, looking at this bee, Wang Cong couldn't help but think of the situation of being chased and stung by bees one day, he really wanted to step on it and avenge the stung one day.

No, he Wang Cong can't do this kind of thing that harms living beings, Wang Bad Water can kill thousands of bees at a time, and he Wang Cong doesn't even want to kill one. In another corner of the beehive, from under the corpse of the bee, a small yellowed book was revealed, Wang Cong carefully picked it up, and the cover read "Wang's Beekeeping Secrets" in old characters

How is this possible? How can Wang Badshui leave such a valuable thing here, usually about beekeeping, he doesn't even want to reveal a word to others, so with the ancestors passed down the art of beekeeping, it has become his unique craft in Qingshan County, with the improvement of people's living standards, the importance of health preservation, the effect of the four treasures of bees is shown, Wang Badshui is not rich, it is strange.

Wang Cong looked at the small notebook, and suddenly realized that this was not a treasure left to him by God, but Wang Yihua secretly left it here, when he thought of this, Wang Cong's heart warmed, he knew what to do, picked up the beehive, and strode towards home.

The people in the room knew that Wang Cong had picked up a nest of bees in the winter, and they all ran over to see it, and a few old people unceremoniously said to him: "Child, save it!" You can't feed it this season, let alone just like that, this white sugar water is better for you to drink! ”

Whether it is hot or sarcastic, Wang Cong's determination to feed this group of bees has not wavered in the slightest, and it is strange to say that under his careful care, this group of bees has never died since they entered his house.

The weather is warm, people start to work in the field, although there are not many bees in Wang Cong's house, but they are also starting to be busy, he sees it in his eyes, and he is happy in his heart. Since Wang Bad Water can make beekeeping and get rich, why can't he Wang Cong, not to mention that he has the "Wang's Beekeeping Secrets" left to him by his beloved

Time is passing day by day, Wang Cong's bee swarms are increasing, he quit his job from the county in order to concentrate on beekeeping, and bought some beekeeping materials with the money he earned, and he pondered to make beehives during the day, and at night he lit the lamp to study the "Wang's beekeeping secrets" diligent and technology, Wang Cong's bee colony grew rapidly, and by the end of the year, from the original small group, has developed to more than 50 groups, and the yard was full of beehives.

When many people in the village drank the honey that Wang Cong gave them for free, Wang Cong, an inconspicuous orphan, had a place in their hearts. To say that in previous years, Wang Bad Water raised a lot of bees, I heard that the honey alone costs a thousand catties a year, he doesn't want to give it away, even if he sells it, he has to pick someone to sell, he is afraid that the poor will not be able to pay.

With successful experience, Wang Cong was out of control, he began to run loans, ready to go to the large-scale beekeeping base, this matter can cause a sensation in the whole village, many people have to follow Wang Cong, at this juncture, the problem is that the village director is Zhu Gui's father, if there was no Wang Cong, this Wang Yihua would have become his daughter-in-law.

"Daddy! I heard that Wang Cong is going to take out a loan to set up a beekeeping base, you can't do this for him," Zhu Gui sat behind his father, and said softly in a low voice.

Zhu Wanshan, the village director, nodded, and snorted lightly: "Rabbit cub, I still want you to remind Lao Tzu about this, Wang Cong, this kid is too interesting, he has broken ground on my head again and again, and which wall grass in the village, when I see that I am old, I want to mess around with Wang Cong, don't you raise a few swarms of bees?" Back then, Wang Bad Water raised so much, and he didn't dare to treat me slowly, so you just watched how I cleaned him up."

It turned out that when Wang Cong sent honey to the people in the village, he didn't send it to the village director's house, firstly, it was a festival between him and Zhu Gui, and secondly, Zhu Wanshan and Wang Badshui were not much different. Relying on himself as the village director, he bullied people in the village, although Wang Cong was poor, he was most unaccustomed to this kind of person.

Everyone works together, the efficiency of the work is high, Wang Cong to do the beekeeping base, everything is ready, the loan is in place, and then build a road to the bee farm, in this way, beekeeping is also convenient, but also connected with the village, the villagers go out of the mountain to do things It is convenient, this is a great thing for the benefit of future generations, but what Wang Cong didn't expect is that the loan has been delayed for several months.

Seeing that the autumn harvest is coming, this year's honey is high-yielding, if the road can be repaired, the people in the city will definitely come to the apiary to buy a few catties of original honey to taste, so that a ten, ten to hundred, the business will definitely be very good, but it is ...... Wang Cong stood on the edge of the apiary, unable to understand the reasoning, it stands to reason that the village director is to serve the villagers, and Zhu Wanshan has no reason not to report his loan.

But when he went to urge Zhu Wanshan to ask about the loan, Zhu Wanshan said every time that he would let him wait, and also said that he was coordinating with the township government, and then he would throw a sentence "This loan is not so easy, not anyone who wants to borrow can borrow"

Wait, when is this going to go? Wang Cong was so anxious that he was about to go crazy.

"Brother Cong, I heard my father say about your loan, Zhu Wanshan didn't report it at all, you waited like this, it was in vain, or you gave him some gifts, the people in the village did this when they asked him to do things" Fa Xiao Sanhu ran out of breath, and as soon as he stood still on his front feet, he hurriedly said, it seems that he just got the news from his father, who is a financial planner.

Wang Cong knew that Zhu Wanshan was a bad person, but he didn't expect it to be so bad, he was so angry that he kicked a small pebble and jumped high, "The tiger is not powerful, they all think I am a sick cat, I don't recognize this life" Wang Cong yelled at the mountain, dropped the three tigers, and ran in the direction of the township government alone.

In the compound of the Boyuan Township Government, it was pitch black, except for a glimmer of light in the township chief's bedroom. Wang Cong and the newly appointed Township Chief Li sat across a desk, Township Chief Li was in his thirties, very handsome, from the way he dressed, it was not difficult to see that he was from a big city.

"Wang Cong! I really didn't expect that in this big mountain, you are a poor child from such a background, you can have such great ambitions, think about the whole village everywhere, beekeeping to get rich, the idea is very good, very down-to-earth, especially in your generation of Dawang Mountain, a large area of poplar locust trees, and hundreds of thousands of acres of shelter forests, that is the largest resource for beekeeping, I approved your loan here first" Township Chief Li said with a serious face.

Hearing this, Wang Cong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seems that in the past seven or eight hours, he has not wasted his words, and finally explained the benefits of beekeeping to Dawang Village and even the entire Qingshan County to the township head.

The next day, Zhu Wanshan was called to the township government by phone, and when he returned to the village, he looked unhappy. There is no impermeable wall in the world, Wang Cong asked the township chief for a special loan of 500,000 yuan, Zhu Wanshan was severely criticized in the township government, this matter was spread vividly, the people of the entire Dawang Village, when they saw Wang Cong, they changed their previous attitude, Wang Cong was also a little fluttering, which felt great.

It was another dark night without five fingers, Wang Cong, who had been busy all day, dragged his tired body and pushed open the courtyard door of his house, and suddenly a tall black shadow pounced on him. Exhaustion suddenly came to naught, Wang Cong flashed to the side smartly, and casually drank: "Who are you?" ”

"Your uncle, I'm your grandfather Zhu Gui, you're so fucking good, 500,000 yuan is so easy to get, and I sued my dad, listen, this election, if my dad can't be elected, you kid won't stay in Dawang Village" It turned out to be Zhu Gui, as soon as this guy finished speaking, he raised his leg and kicked it.

Wang Cong didn't have time to reflect, this kick happened to kick him in the stomach, Zhu Guiren was tall and big, and came prepared, Wang Cong was kicked back, and in a panic, he put his hands on the ground, otherwise his head hit the ground, and the consequences would be difficult to say.

"Ouch!" It's bad, Wang Cong felt a piercing pain in his left hand, he touched it with his right hand, a sticky piece, it's over, his left hand may have touched the farm tool.

When Wang Cong fumbled to turn on the electric light in the courtyard, Zhu Gui had already disappeared. Under the light, Wang Cong's left palm cracked a large hole of more than two inches, and blood gushed out. What to do? If you don't deal with the wound quickly, the blood will be gone, Wang Cong was anxious for a while, but there was nothing at home to bandage the wound, he was used to being lonely since he was a child, and he didn't want to trouble the neighbors in the middle of the night, and suddenly his mind flashed.

Isn't the royal jelly "Wang's Beekeeping Secret" saying that its efficacy is magical? Now I can try it myself, thinking of this, Wang Cong endured the pain, stepped in a few steps to the beehive by the courtyard wall, and after a little thought, he opened the beehive.

This season is the most vigorous season for bee breeding, and the black box of bees slowly wriggling in the faint light seems to be a little difficult to find the king under the cover of tens of thousands of bees.

The blood on Wang Cong's hand flowed down his wrist like water, he didn't have time to think about it, his eyes were closed, and his right hand was gently stroked away like a swarm of bees, it was a big deal to be stung to death, and dying under the arrows of bees was much stronger than dying at Zhu Gui's stinky feet.

It's strange to say, as soon as Wang Cong's hand touched the bee, the bees retreated to both sides as if they could understand what he meant, and in a blink of an eye, an egg-sized Wang Tai was revealed, Wang Cong was overjoyed, and he didn't think much about it, so he cut off the Wang Tai with his right hand and quickly filled the wound on his left hand.

The blood slowly stopped flowing, and finally it formed a scab, this miraculous change made Wang Cong really a little unbelievable for a while, it seems that the royal jelly that was said on the secret book to save the Pope of Rome is not false.