The group arrived at an abandoned acre of vegetable garden.
Looking at the overgrown vegetable patch, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but re-examine the young man before him:
"You're the ones who manage this land?"
Hearing this, the village chief felt ashamed for them: "They have never taken care of this land. All they do is cut chives every day. After the chives are cut, the land is left to fall into disrepair."
Uncle Zhong couldn't help but wonder, "You're so focused on beekeeping, do you really think that just because you put the hives in the ground you can ignore everything and come back to harvest the honey after a while?"
Even if the six people were foolish, they wouldn't answer such a rhetorical question, and all of them chose to remain silent.
"You guys dare to even think of that."
Uncle Zhong scolded them, "Do you know how to feed the bee colony after the queen bee lays eggs? Do you know how to control the temperature of the hive and when to tighten or loosen the combs?"
"You know nothing about bees, what are you doing raising them? Are you just messing with me?!"
Uncle Zhong left in a huff after saying such a harsh remark.
The village chief quickly took two steps and blocked his way:
"You stubborn fool! I put you in charge of selling beehives, and now you're telling me whether others know how to keep bees. Who just called me an old fogey? If young people don't know how, can't you teach them?"
"I can teach anyone, but not these lazybones. Get out of the way!"
Uncle Zhong and the village chief were pulling at each other, one insisting on leaving and the other insisting on keeping him. Unable to reach an agreement, they started pushing and tearing at each other, leaving the six people nearby bewildered.
They had never seen anything like this before and didn't know whether they should go up and offer a few words of advice.
Finally, Shen Yingyu spoke up: "Uncle Zhong, it's fine if you look down on us, but you can't look down on this huge field of rapeseed flowers. It would be such a waste to waste such good nectar."
Uncle Zhong shoved the village chief aside. He hadn't fought in so long that his old bones felt like they were about to fall apart. He clutched his back and said:
"What's the point of saying all this? If I sell you the beehives, do you really think you can keep the bees alive just by talking?"
Yan Jie stepped forward and said, "We don't know how to keep bees, but we still have Uncle Zhong, don't we?"
Uncle Zhong didn't understand what he meant. "What does your beekeeping have to do with me?"
Yan Jie corrected him, saying, "Uncle Zhong, it's not that we're beekeeping, it's that we want to hire you to help us beekeeping."
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