"No."
Song Tan said confidently and confidently: "You forgot that we bought these bees from the beekeeper uncle. They work for our family."
"This is the nectar brewed from the pollen picked from our fields. Sister will keep some for them to feed their children later, and the rest will be shaken away."
"This is very normal, just like Qiao Qiao works for the family and her sister pays her salary."
Qiao Qiao seemed to understand what was said, and at this moment she said "Oh", and carefully used a brush to brush away the bees.
His movements were extremely gentle, slow and light.
Song Tan stood there holding the honeycomb, not urging him at all. After a full ten minutes, the bees were finally brushed away, leaving only the flat honeycomb of different shades of yellow.
Putting the honeycomb on the basin, Song Tan took the knife and carefully pointed it to Qiao Qiao:
"Look, the white ones here are the bees' children. Their larvae are hatching inside."
"So they left a lot of honey for their children to eat. These sisters didn't touch it. We cut off the half without pupae."
"Didn't you just ask why we need to cut the honey? Because we need to use a knife to scrape off the top layer of white beeswax..."
"The knife must be kept as flat as possible, and no force should be used. It should be done gently, a little at a time..."
Song Tan's movements were actually fast and steady, but for Qiao Qiao, he still proceeded slowly.
After the entire piece was cut, the honey, without the protection of beeswax, began to slowly flow out.
She turned the honeycomb over again: "Here, let's try the remaining half, Qiao Qiao."
Qiao Qiao took the knife, but hesitated and didn't dare to step forward: "I'm afraid I'll make the wrong cut and cut their child."
This question has no answer.
Even the most skilled beekeepers may sometimes cut the bee pupae due to their quick hands.
Song Tan gave up his usual way of coaxing the child and said seriously: "But if you don't do it, you can't get the honey. These bees have no economic value, which means they are just wasted."
"After a long time, no one took care of them. It's so cold in winter, and they might freeze to death in a heavy snow."
"If Qiao Qiao was a little braver and more careful at this time, and took it slow, she might make mistakes and get upset at first, but when she becomes more skilled, this won't happen again."
This passage was long and complicated, but Qiao Qiao actually understood the overall meaning.
He stood there, hesitating for a long time, and finally gripped the knife tightly.
Song Tan also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Just like that, slowly, little by little, be careful not to cut your hands."
"Look, the little bees are waiting nearby. When we are done, they can go back home again."
She instructed Qiao Qiao to keep the knife as flat as possible and move forward little by little.
"ah!"
Qiao Qiao suddenly shouted.
Song Tan looked again and saw that his blade moved forward and directly scooped out the three bee larvae on top. The white larvae were cut in half and were obviously dead.
He stood there, holding the knife. Song Tan could clearly see tears welling up in his eyes, but this time, he refused to cry.
He just sniffed, carefully picked out the larvae, and continued working.
Song Tan also breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew she would definitely live longer than Qiao Qiao, but her parents didn't know that.
Moreover, they do not want to put this responsibility on their daughter. If Qiao Qiao can support herself by beekeeping in the future, they will be very happy.
It took Qiao Qiao twenty minutes to scrape the beeswax off just one side of such a small honeycomb.
Then, Song Tan put the honeycomb into the honey bucket beside him.
There are two plywood in the middle of the honey shaker. You put the honeycombs in like files, one on each side. Then you can turn the handle to quickly shake down the flowing honey inside.
The effect is similar to the spin drying of a washing machine.
There are five honeycombs in a box. There are five boxes in total.
Qiao Qiao became more and more proficient at it. At the beginning, it took him half an hour to finish one side, but later he could finish it in ten minutes. The progress he made this afternoon was huge.
However, by the time he had mastered the technique, it was almost dark.
The two of them rearranged the beehives. Qiao Qiao held the basin and Song Tan carried the heavy honey bucket, and they came down the mountain again.
It was too dark to see the tea leaves, and Wulan had almost finished cooking because she still had to pick tea leaves tonight.
Now I saw her coming back with a bucket in her arms, walking leisurely and looking contented. She even said with a smile, "I was wondering how honey can be made so quickly. Doesn't it take several days to make the pollen?"
Who knew that when he turned his head and took a look, hey! There was actually quite a lot in this cylindrical bucket.
Wulan cried out "Ouch!" and couldn't help complaining to her daughter: "Why didn't you tell me there was so much honey? We haven't washed all those jars we prepared yet."
Now he hurriedly set up a pot to boil water, and quickly put all the glass jars that he had prepared in advance into the pot to boil.
Qiao Qiao carefully covered the honey bucket with the gauze, then straightened her chest and said loudly: "Today's honey was shaken down by Qiao Qiao!"
"Ah!" Wu Lan praised without hesitation: "Qiao Qiao is awesome!"
She thought that Qiao Qiao was the one responsible for turning the crank.
Under normal circumstances, Qiao Qiao would definitely not notice her perfunctory attitude, but today he worked really hard and bent over for several hours.
Now my waist and hands hurt.
Now he said aggrievedly: "Mom, I did it all." Wu Lan was stunned for a moment.
Song Tan quickly explained: "Yes. From taking the honeycomb to cutting the beeswax, and finally shaking the honey, Qiao Qiao did everything, and I was just responsible for helping out."
"Is it true?" Ulan was also shocked.
Really? Qiao Qiao can do it by himself, so what can’t he do? "
She said as a matter of course.
A six-year-old child already understands a lot of things, not to mention that Qiao Qiao has been able to control his body and strength very well over the years.
It’s just that we lack someone who can teach us so carefully and patiently.
After all, there is so much work to do at home, and it is impossible for his parents to take care of him every day.
Wulan's eyes instantly turned red, and then she looked at the honey bucket, her heart and eyes filled with pride:
"Good! Good! Qiao Qiao is amazing! Really amazing!"
At the same time, he quickly shouted, "Old Song! Old Song, come and see, your son is back from harvesting honey!"
At the same time, he smiled happily: "After bottling it later, leave the first bottle for mom to soak in water and let me taste our Qiao Qiao's skills."
Qiao Qiao was very proud: "Okay! Leave it to mom! The rest will be sold to my sister to raise bees."
Song Sancheng had already trotted out of the house and asked about the process again. Looking at Qiao Qiao's gesticulations, he still felt a sore nose even at his old age.
Looking at Song Tan again, he said with satisfaction: "Okay, okay, you two siblings are doing well, that's better than anything else."
Song Tan was really afraid that they would cry.
But, how pitiful are the parents in the world.
She was really afraid that the two would cry, so she quickly reminded them, "Mom, have you cooked all the bottles?"