The bees flew out in swarms, circled the beehive, and returned to the nest, returning to calm.
From turmoil to obedience, the change in the swarm is quite obvious.
Coupled with Wu Qingchen's obviously relieved appearance, the cowherd helpers and serfs present immediately understood that the operation of moving wild bees at night had been a success.
The most excited little Andre hurried to Wu Qingchen's side: "Loss, that's all right! Right? The bees will be able to collect honey in the allotment tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, it should be like this!"
Wu Qingchen gave a very clear answer: "In autumn, there will be a lot of honey in it."
However, by that time, you may not have the opportunity to eat.
Looking at little Ande's face that instantly beamed with joy, Wu Qingchen silently expressed his apology in his heart.
Looking at the sky again, Wu Qingchen motioned everyone to stop their excited conversations with each other, "Okay, it's getting late now, pack up quickly and go back."
On the side of the honeycomb, there is nothing to clean up near the lot where it is at the moment.
The place that really needs to be tidied up is the place where Wu Qingchen led the helpers to practice just now.
Returning to the edge of the forest, the cowherd helpers and serfs found rattan, bundled and packed the branches cut off during practice, each carried a bundle on their backs, and followed Wu Qingchen and Andre towards the direction of the church.
These branches are also the property of the lord and the church.
In fact, all the trees, fruits, branches, and leaves in the forest, whether they grow on the trees or fall naturally to the ground, are all the property of the lord.
Usually, after paying a small offering, the villagers are allowed to go into the forest and pick up dead branches that fall naturally as fuel for daily life.
The reason why it is only allowed to pick up fallen dead branches is because everything belongs to the master’s ownership system, and the fresh branches growing on the trees are equivalent to automatically increasing a little bit of wealth every day without additional investment.
It is also because of this that in the village of Akeli and other villages under the jurisdiction of the Barony of Ackford, cutting down tree branches without reporting is an economic crime that violates the law.
Of course, Wu Qingchen's behavior of moving the hive is not an example. This is a semi-official action. Whether cutting down the branches where the hive is located or other trees that were damaged during practice, they have all been authorized by Master Praia.
After the franchising ended, although the pastor may not have taken a fancy to these branches, in order to show respect for the law, Wu Qingchen was still going to lead his helpers to bring these broken branches back to the church and hand them over to the firewood room.
The previous practice lasted up to two hours, and the number of branches cut down was very large and the weight was quite heavy. It took two or three times as long to return to the church.
The firewood room is located behind the church side and is a separate log cabin in a corner location.
Walking to the side of the firewood room, Andre directed the panting serfs to remove the twigs and leaves hanging on both sides of the branches with a machete, and then chopped them into pieces of firewood that were as long as an arm with an axe, and stacked them against the wall of the firewood room side, waiting for nature to evaporate the moisture inside them.
The four serfs worked together, and the branches were quickly transformed into quasi-firewood. Andre first looked at the pile of firewood two stories above the wall with satisfaction, and then frowned, looking at the scattered twigs and leaves on the ground.
These things are the fuel that Andre usually hates the most. Drying them requires a lot of space, and burning them directly will create lingering smoke.
These annoying things...
Suddenly, the situation when Wu Qingchen delivered the beans in the evening, and the performance of the serfs after that, flashed in little Andre's mind.
Have!
Thinking about the beehives that still need to be moved in the next two or three days, Andre pointed at the garbage fuel all over the floor, and raised his chin at the four serfs: "You guys also worked out some strength tonight. So... these Firewood, one for each, take it home."
"Thank you, sir!" "My master is kind!" "Thank you so much!"
The gratitude of the serfs is very sincere. Compared with the freedmen who own a certain amount of property, the serfs have no qualifications and no capital to pay the firewood tax. It has always been very troublesome and difficult to obtain fuel on weekdays.
The twigs and leaves in front of him were a nuisance to little Andre, but they were a valuable windfall to the serfs, and they were not limited to the use of firewood.
Just like for York, last winter, when the steward kindly gave the branches and thatch to build the hut, he didn’t know whether he was in a bad mood or in a good mood. The actual ingredients needed are a little less.
So, for the next year and a half, Tamara and York tried their best to save fuel, search for branches, and make repairs, but they could barely keep the hut where the mother and child lived from collapsing.
Now, being able to get a share from the pile of materials in front of him, York seemed to have seen that the crumbling thatched shed suddenly had a solid support, no longer afraid of the wind and rain.
While being grateful to Dade, the serfs quickly cleaned up the branches on the ground, and quickly tied up four defective firewood.
Probably because they knew that the master's kindness was not easy to come by. When sharing the firewood, although the four serfs wanted to get more, they didn't dare to quarrel, let alone fight for it. In the end, the distribution was quite even.
"Well… "
After staring at the serfs, little Andre imitated the teacher's appearance and pouted in the direction of leaving the church, "I'll go back quickly when I'm done, tomorrow night early..."
"Wait a minute... that... Andre, do you want to borrow some more axes or sickles for them to use?"
This is naturally Wu Qingchen's suggestion.
"How can this be..."
Hearing what Wu Qingchen said, Little Andre was taken aback for a moment, then immediately thought of all kinds of "accidentally broken" or "don't know where to go" farm tools, and subconsciously began to object.
However, in the next moment, Andre understood what Wu Qingchen meant.
Based on his understanding of the serfs, with these firewood, without any tools, and without any guarantee of property rights, the serfs would definitely dispose of them overnight and put them to various uses.
The consequence is, don't think about having any energy for the whole day tomorrow, let alone continue to move the nest at night.
How can this be
To borrow or not to borrow
It only took Andre a few seconds to think about this question, thinking about the smooth progress of Wu Qingchen teaching the serfs, and thinking about the sweet taste of honey, little Andre waved his hand proudly: "OK, everyone Take another sickle! Remember, it’s not too late when you go back! Tomorrow night, we will continue to move the beehive... "
Speaking of this, and carefully recalling Wu Qingchen's superb skills in instructing the serfs, little Andre added: "...it must not be too late! It will be moved tomorrow night, and there is still firewood! I also borrow the sickle!"
"Ah!" "Master..."
Strangely, for the promise of further firewood and the loan of more important farm tools, there were no further voices of praise in the firewood room.
Little Andre noticed that after he said these words, the serfs kept looking at him blankly, until Wu Qingchen signaled that the cowherd helpers took out four sickles from the corner of the firewood house, and handed them to the four The tears in the eyes of the serfs finally fell when they were in the hands of others.
Due to the lack of experience in the church, little Andre didn't realize that at this moment, the expressions of the serfs and the strength with which they clenched their scythes were only the most devout old man in the village, the one who received the holy water the last few times. Only then will it appear.
A few minutes later, the cowherd helper held the torch, the serfs carried the firewood, and Wu Qingchen/Loss carried the wooden pole. The figures of several people gradually disappeared into the darkness.
For unknown reasons, Little Andre stood at the door of the church for a long, long time before turning around and returning to the church.
It was very late at night, and the church was pitch black. Holding the torch that Wu Qingchen left for him, little Andre walked out of the side door, went around to the door of Playa's bedroom, and gently knocked on the wooden door.
"How is it? Is it fun?" The door opened quickly, and the pastor was fully dressed and hadn't rested yet.
"Yes, very interesting." Andre replied.
"What's going on? Tell me." The pastor motioned to Andre for a seat.
"After dinner, I went to Rose's house first..."
The tools prepared in advance, the beans for the serfs, the practice at the edge of the forest, the process of blocking the beehives, the wooden poles in the allotment, Andre said one by one, and the pastor nodded repeatedly.
"So that's the case. It seems that the honeycomb is really possible to be moved smoothly by Ross."
The pastor was not too shocked by the successful transfer of the honeycomb.
Because, just judging from Andre's description, whether it is the simulation props, the preparations for pre-practice, or the implementation details of blocking the entrance and exit of the honeycomb, trying to maintain the balance of the honeycomb, there is nothing too surprising in it, all of which need to be compared A wiser person (such as Master Praia) can do the same thing with a flash of inspiration and more careful thinking.
In this way, looking at the successful transfer of the honeycomb from the perspective of Zhuge Liang after the event was completed, the pastor just flashed the thought of "I didn't think of it" in his mind, and he was completely unaware of the difficulty of moving the wild honeycomb. of significance.
After all, with Andre's vision, Praia's experience, and the knowledge of the entire medieval world, there are too many details that cannot be seen.
Without theoretical guidance at all, find out when the beehives are the quietest, perfectly avoid the route of the bees, wipe the soothing breath in advance, and at the same time do the preparations and execution details that the pastor thinks are just a "flash of inspiration" …
For such a lucky person, if Wu Qingchen hadn't appeared, the medieval world would have had to wait a long, long time.
Even on the earth, regardless of the ancient East or the West, the capture and transfer of wild bees has never been an easy task, and it is not until modern times that the real realization of the great significance of bees to agriculture besides honey form a real theory.
Of course, Andre at the moment only cares about honey.
"Yeah, Ross says there's honey in the fall!"
"Ha, honey?" The pastor smiled and shook his head lightly. "It's hard to say now. Let's see how Ross plans to solve the complaints of neighbors and villagers."
"They dare!" Andre yelled out loudly when it came to the sweets he couldn't forget.
"Why not? Well, well..." Praia raised his hand and stopped Andre's argument: "Anyway, there are only two or three beehives, and they won't hinder their work too much. If it doesn't work, when the time comes Let me go and talk about it... Well, although this method of moving beehives is not easy to use in the plot, if you can find a place with a lot of flowers in the wild, it will be very useful."
"Yeah! It's very useful! So... teacher, I lent the firewood and sickle to the serf, okay?"
"You have already given everything, so you came to ask me?" The pastor smiled knowingly, and then said: "Okay! You are doing very well...Andre, you are very smart, and Ross is also very smart. How much do you care?" It will be very beneficial to learn."
"Okay, teacher." Andre felt the same way.
"Go to bed, it's getting late."
"Yes, sir."
Exiting Playa's bedroom, Andre returned to his small room.
Lying on the bed, thinking about the experience of the night, Andre was unable to fall asleep for a long time.
After a long time, Andre finally got up from the bed, walked to the corner, and carefully dug out from a small box the only parchment given to Andre by the pastor when he started to learn to read, and a set of Crude writing instrument.
Open the sheepskin scroll, on the top left, in the characters of the medieval world, it is written:
"number:"
"55, behind, 56"
"73, behind, 74"
"9, and, 9, 18"
"The Holy Word:"
"The footsteps of a saint..."
"painting:"
"The bottom plate should..."
In the way that Mr. Playa taught, Andre first slowly read through the mistakes he made and the content he thought needed to be memorized.
After completing the routine review, Little Andre picked up the writing tool and placed it under the last row of text on the left.
Just when he was about to start writing, Little Andre stopped again, moved the writing tool to the right, put it at the top position on the right, and started writing:
"Ross said:"
"serf:"
"To do a good job, give good beans first."
After thinking about it for a while, Andre continued to describe:
"Serfs are obedient, give firewood and borrow sickles."
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