Under Han Cheng's questioning, Wu revealed the reason.
A long time ago, two people from their Qingque tribe were picking food when they were disturbed by flying insects that Han Cheng called bees.
Both of them died as a result, and their deaths were miserable.
Most of the experiences summarized by primitive people are stained with blood, and many of them cost their lives.
After the two people died, the shamans in the tribe recorded the fact that flying insects would kill people if they gathered there.
And passed it on to the next shaman.
Han Cheng mentioned honey and bees before. Because of the different names for flying insects in Chinese and the original inheritance of witches, witches did not know that the sons of gods drooled over them. It was a long time ago that they let them
A flying insect that killed two people in the tribe.
It wasn't until I followed Xiaofu to the place where bees built their nests that I realized that the bees Shenzi was talking about were the kind of flying insects that can kill people.
Delicious honey is produced by flying insects.
Because this incident happened when the previous witch existed and it was a long time ago, so by the time of this witch, it has not been spread much.
By chance, this memory of Wu was unearthed and told to everyone. Those who had drooled with Wu before now became frightened.
Looking at the miserable Xiaofu, and then thinking about what the witch said, the saliva in his mouth immediately stopped flowing.
Stung to death?
Han Chengran, no wonder Wu had such a big reaction, it turned out that the tribe had such a tragic experience a long time ago.
It’s just that you can’t stop eating because of choking!
It cannot be said that I have been stung by a bee before. From then on, I never dared to touch a bee again.
And there are many kinds of bees, some of which are so venomous that even humans, not to mention black bears with rough skin and thick flesh, can't handle them.
Naturally, such bees cannot be touched.
However, the swarm of bees discovered now mainly produces honey and is not particularly toxic.
This can be known from the fact that apart from gaining weight after being stung so many times, there are no other serious problems.
Han Cheng told Wu and others his thoughts, but Wu still shook his head and refused to let Han Cheng take risks.
Although I learned from the Son of God that honey is delicious, no matter how delicious the honey is, it is not as important as the safety of the Son of God.
Han Cheng thought about how he had not prepared anything in the past. Apart from getting the same bag as Xiao Fu, there would be no difference, so he did not persist and followed Wu and the others out of the forest.
However, he firmly remembered the location of the hive.
It is spring at this time, when the flowers are in full bloom, the bees have enough flowers to pick, and there must be enough honey in the hive.
Han Cheng couldn't do it just letting so much honey go to waste.
When he came to the field, he saw that everyone had basically mastered harrowing and sowing, and that he, the son of God, no longer needed technical guidance. Han Cheng immediately became a hands-off shopkeeper and returned to the tribe in a hurry.
First, I went to the house and used a stone pen to draw the general appearance of a beehive on a ceramic board.
Then he carried the pottery board to Lai who was doing carpentry in the yard, put down the pottery board, and asked Lai to temporarily stop his work. He began to explain the structure of the beehive to Lai and asked him to build the beehive as soon as possible.
Han Cheng had a certain understanding of beehives. He had seen them more than once when he was a beekeeper.
The beehive in my mind is a wooden box about half a meter wide and within one meter in height and length.
You can pull out the manufactured plywood one by one from the top of the beehive like a drawer, and the top is covered with nests built by bees.
When you go down with the bamboo knife, thick and yellow honey will slowly flow out and fall into the container that has been prepared below...
After working as a weaver and carpenter for such a long time, Lai's skills can be said to be very good, and he is used to seeing Han Cheng's drawings that are not very standard.
After Han Cheng explained it for a while, he began to pat his chest and promise that he could make this box.
Then the basic work of cutting wood and splitting out planks began.
Han Cheng stayed here for a while, and when he saw that he was doing well, he left with peace of mind.
Then he went to the house and took out a large roll of linen.
This total of more than 60 meters of linen is the result of the labor of the women of the Qingque tribe from last winter to this spring.
About a quarter of them were made by Bai Xuemei's child bride who liked to raise silkworms and weave cloth.
Although they were mixed together, Han Chenggong could identify which ones were made by Bai Xuemei with just one glance.
Because the linen cloth woven by Bai Xuemei is not only neat and tidy, with few threads, but also very fine. It is far from comparable to other cloths with many small square holes.
The cloth spun by Bai Xuemei is good for making clothes, but Han Cheng is reluctant to waste it.
However, the other inferior fabrics are not useless. Under certain conditions, they can also play a role.
Han Cheng selected the most inferior linen cloth from these cloths, which could be used as a veil, and walked outside to the little child bride who was lying there concentrating on watching silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
Bai Xuemei noticed someone coming and looked up to find that it was Brother Cheng. A cheerful smile immediately appeared on her face, revealing her white teeth.
Her front teeth have all been replaced, and the lower one on the left just fell out a few days ago. People who are not the most familiar with her will not know it, and her speech and smile will not be affected by it.
Reaching out and touching the head of Bai Xuemei, who had grown taller, Han Cheng smiled and said, "Go get the needlework iron knife and make something for me."
Bai Xuemei happily agreed and ran into the house. After a while, she came over carrying a small pottery basin with needles and thread.
"Brother Cheng, what are you doing?"
Han Cheng put the bamboo hat he was holding on his head when he came over, stretched out his hand to point on the bamboo hat, and said: "On top of this, there is a circle of cloth that reaches my position."
Han Cheng pointed to the bamboo hat, made gestures around his waist, and said to Bai Xuemei.
"Brother Cheng, what are you doing this for?"
Bai Xuemei asked as she started to pick up the cloth and mark Han Cheng's body.
Her hands are very skillful, and her needlework is as good as those of the adult primitive women in the tribe, especially when it comes to making things out of cloth.
"Do you like to eat the canned food?"
Han Cheng asked with a smile.
Bai Xuemei nodded vigorously. She still misses the sour and sweet canned fruit. It feels much more delicious than wine and vinegar.
"With this thing, in a few days, I will be able to get something more delicious than canned food."
