Something even more delicious than freshly brewed food from a can?!

The little child bride narrowed her eyes and began to drool unconsciously.

The movements of the hands also became faster.

After measuring, fold it in half along the mark drawn with the charcoal pencil and then cut it with an iron knife.

After cutting it, she took the hat off Han Cheng's head, put it on his legs, and began to thread the needle and sew carefully.

Men who are serious are the most attractive, and the same is true for women who are serious.

Looking at Bai Xuemei who was sewing seriously, Han Cheng had a faint smile on his face and felt very calm in his heart.

I gave myself a thumbs up for my cleverness. If I hadn't cultivated her slowly, I would never have gotten such a young wife.

"Here, drill a few more holes with the hand drill."

Han Cheng pointed at the completed beehive and explained to Bo.

These holes must be left open, otherwise the bees will have no way of entering and exiting.

"Lame, are you interested in doing something earth-shattering and god-shattering with me?"

Looking at the completely finished beehive, Han Cheng spoke to Lame who had put down the axe in a bewitching tone.

A world-shaking event?

Lame showed an eager look, thinking back to the time when he followed the Son of God out of the cave in the middle of winter and broke the ice with stones. This saved the tribe from the crisis, and his own miserable situation also changed greatly.

It had been a long time since the Son of God had been so domineering, so Bo nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Then, at noon, when many people were resting, he carried a wooden box of unknown use, followed the somewhat wretched-looking Son of God, and sneaked towards the gate of the tribe.

"Son of God, why do you want to do this?"

Bo lowered his voice and asked to express the confusion in his heart.

Han Cheng smiled bitterly. How could this not be possible?

If Wu, who cares about him so much, knew about this, it would take a lot of effort for him to take over the swarm of bees smoothly.

So after thinking it over, Han Cheng decided to develop himself first.

After he collected the bees, facing the established facts, Wu would not say any more.

"god……"

"Shh!"

Tietou, who was guarding on the wall, saw Han Cheng and Bo behaving very strangely, scratched his hair and asked.

As a result, Han Cheng stopped him before he could even utter the word "Son of God".

Having been with the Son of God for a long time, Tietou knew the meaning of this action and quickly stopped talking as he was told.

At this moment, Han Cheng had quietly opened the door and came out of the tribe.

"Son of God, what are you going to do?"

Tietou asked in a low voice.

"Don't ask too much, I'll bring you something delicious later!"

Han Cheng, who was holding a pottery jar and some other things in his hands, also responded in a low voice.

When he heard about the delicious food, Tietou immediately stopped asking questions and nodded vigorously.

Han Cheng took Bo and ran to where the beehive was.

"Son of God, what are we going to do?"

As he was getting farther and farther away from the tribe, Bo, who was feeling a little worried, suddenly remembered to ask this most important question.

"Collect bees, collect honey."

Han Cheng showed his mouthful of white teeth and looked at Bo and said with a smile.

"profound."

Lame responded, and then continued to think over Han Cheng's rather confusing words.

Han Cheng looked at Bo's reaction and nodded involuntarily. He was indeed a person that this Son of God valued and he did not disappoint him. If others knew the purpose of this trip, they would definitely change their expressions and persuade him not to go.

It is impossible to be as calm as Lame.

Han Cheng was thinking this in his mind. After walking for a while, he looked back and saw that Bo had fallen behind him. He was looking at him with an uncomfortable expression as if he had constipation.

Of course, Lame's expression was not very good, because after thinking for a while, he finally figured out what the Son of God wanted him to do, and he also finally understood why the Son of God behaved so strangely today!

Bees!

The bee that once stung a person to death!

Because a swarm of bees suddenly appeared around the tribe, and Xiaofu was stung by the bees and no longer looked like a dog, the witch who returned to the tribe began to inform everyone about the harm caused by bees.

In order to prove the correctness of what he said, he specially dug out a stone slab from a pile of old slabs, pointed to the scribbles on it that only he and Heiwa could understand in the entire tribe, and announced it to everyone.

How could I not know about such a thing?

No wonder the Son of God didn’t tell me what this wooden box was used for when I asked him before.

“God…Son of God, go…go back…”

After realizing what the Son of God was going to do and what would make the gods and ghosts weep, Lame almost started crying himself.

Han Cheng sniffed. I have praised you so much in my heart just now.

"Do you believe me?"

There was no other way, Han Cheng had to show off the prestige he had accumulated over a long period of time.

"letter."

Without any hesitation, the word "lae" came out of his mouth.

"If you want to believe it, then follow me. I have a way to prevent the bees from hurting me."

Han Cheng strikes while the iron is hot.

So the two-person bee collecting team was able to move on.

It was the lame one holding the wooden box, looking like he was about to cry.

He did have great faith in the Son of God, but collecting bees was still too dangerous.

In this way, the two men came to the dead tree. Han Cheng did not move forward rashly. He checked the surroundings first. After confirming that there was no danger, he began to open the package he was carrying.

First put on the leather gloves and tie them tightly with a rope to ensure that there is no gap between them and the cuffs so as not to hurt the skin.

The leather pants below are also tied tightly with ropes, connected to the socks, and put into the shoes.

Just as he finished all these and was about to put on the hat with a layer of linen with holes sewn on his head, Lame came over carrying the beehive.

"Son of God, I'll go."

Lame said, looking at the dead tree with bees flying back and forth. Although there was fear on his face, his determination to go in place of Han Cheng had never diminished.

Han Cheng put on the bamboo hat that looked like a curtain, with the linen hanging down to his waist. He stretched out his hand to tie it up at his chest with a rope, and through the small holes he looked at Lame and said with a smile, "You should hide far away. You don't know anything about bees, so I'll do it. With these, they can't hurt me.

Bo still refused until Han Cheng acted like the Son of God. Then he had to follow Han Cheng's instructions and walk away. He looked at the Son of God who was walking to the dead tree with a beehive in his arms, with a worried look on his face.

Han Cheng was not worried at all. He was already armed like this. If these bees could still break through his defense, they would really become spirits.

He put down the beehive and began to chop the cracks in the dead tree with an axe, preparing to expand them and look for the queen bee.

As long as we find this guy, everything will be solved.

"Bang!"

“Buzz~!”