Age: My Small World

Chapter 47 Beehive
At noon.

Yang Jun returned to Fanjiazhuang.

Dongwang Village and Lijia Village are located in the east and west respectively, and are quite far apart.

Instead of going home, he continued to head west.

As he walked, he processed the bees he had placed in the small world.

The number is not too large, but there are dozens of them, and it is not a big deal to trap them all in the bamboo tube.

Thinking of this, Yang Jun patted his head. He should have gotten a beehive for Grandpa Yu earlier. Now he was at a loss.

But this was not a big deal. He suddenly stopped and looked at a forest on the side of the road.

"For now, I can probably make a simple beehive out of some dead wood. Since I have the spiritual water, I don't have to worry about the bees dying from not being able to adapt."

Relying on the magical water, Yang Jun was no longer afraid of the crude craftsmanship.

Picking up the sickle he brought from home, he easily cut down some old firewood in the grove. Then he casually constructed a beehive halfway up the mountain, and it was done.

He placed the bamboo tube containing the queen bee and bees in the middle of the dead wood and then opened it.

Some dizzy bees immediately flew out upon seeing this, as if they were adapting to this unfamiliar environment.

They were all in good spirits because he had already dripped a drop of spiritual water on a piece of honeycomb in the remaining bamboo tube. The bees absorbed the water and became lively again. The queen bee now completely occupied the last bit of spiritual water and hid deep in the bamboo tube without moving, and no bees competed with her for it.

"Go ahead, go ahead. From now on, this is your world."

Yang Jun watched this scene with a smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

It didn't take long for the bees to adapt and they began to fly among the flowers on the hillside. Some of them even went to the fields, landed on the purple soybean flowers, and began to eat pollen.

The little ears of corn were not spared either. Through the efforts of the little guys, the powder of the male flowers gradually fell and was caught by the long whiskers of the female plant, thus completing the pollination.

"This Chinese cabbage sprout is growing quite well. I can pick some and stir-fry it at home tonight."

Yang Jun's eyes fell on the cabbage. Since he had not picked it for a long time, the cabbage had begun to sprout flower stalks. If he waited for some time, it would bloom and bear fruit. At this time, the cabbage would be tender green and delicious.

This was the case when he intentionally controlled the spiritual water, otherwise many vegetables in the fields could have been harvested.

You don't have to worry about it for now.

After settling the bees and seeing them diligently start working, Yang Jun immediately left the space.

Lijia Village.

Yang Jun was not unfamiliar with this place, because in the past during the Chinese New Year, his mother would bring him and his sister here together.

In addition to her aunt's house, this place is also Li Xiaohua's mother's home. There is a younger brother in the family, who is their uncle. He is a nice person, but he is too controlled by her aunt. He has no masculinity and is cowardly.

The river beach that Fan Yuanjie told him about last time was located not far from Lijia Village, but it was far from the village entrance, and usually no one would deliberately take a detour there.

Yang Jun originally wanted to go and see that place again, but he thought better of it. He had already replenished the resources from the small lake in Dongwang Village, and there was no use going to the small river beach. It could only be said that the river beach had lost its use to him.

When he appeared at the entrance of the village, Yang Jun already had two fish in his hands. They were not big, weighing about two kilograms.

Some people thought he looked familiar and greeted him with a smile.

Yang Jun also greeted him with a smile, not being too distant.

Following the route he remembered, he walked all the way to the east side of the village.

The road here is not easy to walk on, there are many stones, which hurt your feet, especially when you are wearing straw sandals.

On one side of the road there are some green rice fields.

Since the harvest was complete by early August, only the rice roots remained in the fields, still standing upright, with green weeds slowly sprouting around them. Before winter arrives, the rice fields are plowed to allow the roots to rot deep in the soil, turning them into fertilizer for next year's planting. This is also a necessary process for maintaining the fields.

As for rice straw, most of it is used to feed livestock. Some of it can be used to start fires for cooking, and the ashes are used to fertilize the fields. However, the amount needed each time is relatively large.

After crossing the fields, Yang Jun quickly found his aunt's house.

The two houses, made of stone and wood, look similar in size. There is ample space in front of the door, and it seems that people often play here.

The most important thing is that there is a peach tree planted at the front door of my aunt's house. Now is the season for picking peaches. The golden peaches are so heavy that they weigh down the branches of the peach tree, making them all droop down.

If Yang Jun wanted to pick it, he could just reach out and grab it.

He did the same thing. He had done this many times in previous years and it was not unfamiliar to him at all.

Grabbing a bunch of branches, he reached upwards.

Many of the peaches in the lower part have been picked, and only the hard-to-reach areas above still have peaches.

After grabbing one, just twist it and the peach will be in your hand.

This one is about the size of a baby's fist, and the others are roughly the same size, so it can be seen that the final harvest will be good.

Some water droplets suddenly appeared on his hand. After washing the surface bit by bit, Yang Jun began to taste it.

When you take a bite, you will taste slightly sour and sweet, or you can say sweet with sourness, and the aroma is overflowing.

Since it is close to harvest time, the fruit is a little soft, which makes it more flavorful.

Just break it gently and the core will fall out.

"There's a thief! He's stealing peaches!"

At this time, a childish voice sounded.

Yang Jun glanced towards the window not far away. Behind the window, a child of six or seven years old shut his mouth in silence after seeing his face.

"Brother Xiaoshan, why are you here? I thought there was a thief."

Through the window, the little guy's voice became excited.

Then he hurriedly opened the door and came out.

"Weimin, where are my aunt and uncle?"

He called her the same as usual, and then he realized what was happening.

The little guy is the only son of my aunt and uncle, Li Weimin. He is only seven years old this year and should be going to school.

"I don't know, Brother Xiaoshan, I just got home from school." Since there were no other children in Li Weimin's family, he liked playing with his cousins since he was a child. He was not unfamiliar with Yang Jun and treated him very close.

So that's how it is. It seems that the adults in the family are quite confident in letting the little one go to school by himself.

But the primary school here is not far away. It is in another village one kilometer to the north. The children of Fanjiazhuang also go there to study.

Yang Jun rubbed his little cousin's head, making his hair messy instantly, and handed the fish in his hand to him.

"Take the fish into the house first, put it away, don't let it die later."

"Brother Xiaoshan, is this fish still alive?" The little guy instantly became interested in the fish.

"I'm still alive, so don't play with my life."

Although Lijia Village was not rich, it had food. In particular, fish fry could be raised in the rice fields, which provided some meat to every household. Li Weimin was no stranger to this.

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