"Creak, creak, creak..." Zhu Wentian dug out a bowl and said to Zhu Xi, "Choose, eh!"
"If you want mulberries, no watermelon, no, if you want plums, add more honey, plums are sour."
Zhu Xi was just like a normal person buying things, choosing and choosing, and finally made a request.
Zhu Wentian cut the pitted plums in half, put eight of them in, poured honey water, and inserted a bamboo spoon into the small bowl.
Passed it over: "Eat, sweet, cool, hey hey hey hey!"
"Thank you! I just pointed out that this bowl of shaved ice is alive. Hanhan, how many people are going to suffer from heat stroke on such a hot day?
I guess there’s already a queue at the place offering free water in front of the library.
There is boiling water to make tea, and there is also cold boiling water. Who doesn't want to drink a bamboo tube? "
Zhu Xi held the shaved ice bowl in front of his nose and said while feeling the coolness.
Zhu Wentian was in a daze for a moment, then he shaved three more bowls of ice, put in watermelon, this time to squeeze the juice, put in a few slices of watermelon, and left the shed with a tray.
"Hanhan, where are you going? There's no shade outside, just wait for me." Zhu Xi followed with his own bowl.
About a hundred steps away, there were three people standing next to a beehive. They looked like they were grandparents.
A boy of eight or nine years old, a girl of eight or nine years old, and a person in his forties.
If you get married early, you will have children early, but there are fewer four generations living under the same roof, and the average life span of a person is short.
The grandfather and grandson were obviously not afraid of bees. They let the bees fly around while the two children laughed and talked.
The little girl stretched out her hand, held a bee, and moved it in front of her to look at it carefully.
"Grandpa, should we move the beehives quickly? If we keep them any longer, they will shed a lot."
The little girl's clear voice carried far away and could be heard more than twenty steps away.
The little boy next to him also said: "Fortunately, they know how to feed salt water, but it is not enough. The bees can only run to the ground or rocks to find something to eat."
It's so hot now that the bees will get burned if they touch it, so they should...eh? Splashed water?
Yes, splash water on nearby rocks and ground so it's less hot and the bees can land. "
"Do you know how to keep bees?" Zhu Xi heard it. It was obvious that the three of them knew about bees.
"You are..." The 'old man' looked at Zhu Xi and a group of guards with knives behind him.
"Just call Shopkeeper Qin. Let's have a bowl of shaved ice! Hanhan saw you and made some for you."
Zhu Xi arranged a name for himself, and others also called him this before.
"Thank you, Xiaoyu, Xiaogu, call me. My surname is Tu, and my single name is Fei." The man introduced himself.
"Thank you! Brothers!" "Thank you, brothers!" the two children shouted together.
"Zhu, Hanhan, I, um, hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian also introduced himself.
As he spoke, he held one end of the tray with one finger and reached down to take the bowl with the other hand.
"It turns out they are the village guards of Xiaqiu Village. Nice to meet you! My Xiaoyu and Xiaogu have been borrowing books from the Danqing Library."
Tu Fei does not refuse to eat cold drinks. If someone armed with a knife can give you something to eat, if you don't eat it, you are not giving face.
When he heard the word Hanhan, his attitude changed from before. Obviously he knew that Zhu Hanhan was the village guard of Xiaqiu Village.
The child was borrowing books from the library to read, and heard that Xiaqiu Village here had bought many bees and came to take a look at them. They were the villagers, so they couldn't be wrong.
"Brother Hanhan, the food in the library is delicious." The boy Xiaogu took the bowl and praised the free box lunch for the children.
"Yes, Brother Hanhan, I just have to keep bees at home sometimes, so I can't always eat them." Xiaoyu continued.
"Eat, okay, uh uh uh!" Zhu Wentian responded.
Tu Fei received the shaved ice and looked at Zhu Xi: "This shopkeeper Qin, I knew the plans of those businessmen before and didn't care about them.
Xiaqiu Village took over the beehive. I took a look at it the next day and found that it was OK.
The weather was unbearably hot. I was afraid that the bees in Xiaqiu Village would die and lose money, so I came today.
It seems that some of the team members are very clever. The pieces of broken stones over there are obviously transported later.
Sprinkling water on it to cool it down will allow the bees to eat something, so that’s okay for the time being, but..."
"Thank you Master Tu for coming to help. We are discussing the transportation. We have just decided on the location. What are you..."
Zhu Xi understood that Tu Fei had inherited the favor of Xiaqiu Village and came over to help.
Unexpectedly, Xiaqiu Village had already responded. The other party was obviously proficient in beekeeping, but the way the little girl reached out to hold the bees, most people would have been stung by it.
“The plum blossoms fall to welcome the spring, and people are rushing around. Don’t ask about the time of arrival, just go to the flower god in all seasons.
My family has been a flower hunter for generations, but I didn’t dare to run around during the war, so I stayed in Yingtian Mansion for a few years.
I keep fifty boxes of bees, which can last two and a half seasons a year. I usually sell honey, beeswax, and dried flowers in a small shop. "
Tu Fei introduced himself as a flower chaser.
From the jasmine flowers to the withered plum blossoms, I keep running around all year round.
Zhu Ping learned about the flower drive from the village chief. He wondered: "Why two and a half seasons? The flowers are driven in four seasons!"
“Spring is cold and rainy in midsummer. In autumn, frost falls early and snow covers the south of the Yangtze River.
You never know when a natural disaster will come, so you can’t count the harvest from four seasons, only two and a half seasons.
If you calculate the harvest of the four seasons, you will spend the money earned in the four seasons and sell the honey of the four seasons.
The flower driver's bees are his life, and he must leave enough food for the bees.
To the flower-driver, bees are not afraid of cold or heat, but they are afraid of disasters and starvation.
As long as there is enough honey, we are not afraid of any day, and we are guaranteed to be able to feed the bees. "
Tu Fei told Zhu Xi that no matter what the circumstances, the flower driver must leave a season and a half of honey.
Zhu Xi clasped his fists: "I've learned a lesson!"
He knows that this is not only a method of beekeeping, but also a way of survival. The flower driver no longer cares about any situation and has rich experience in raising bees.
They are afraid that the honey reserves will be insufficient and the bees will starve to death.
People like Shopkeeper Song and others didn’t understand anything and fell to their knees when the weather got hot.
This kind of situation doesn't matter to people who drive flowers. Of course, it is also very simple in front of Xiaqiu Village.
"It's hot, let's go to the shed, uh-huh!" Zhu Wentian said and walked back first because it was too sunny outside.
"Yes, yes, Master Tu, let's go under the shed to talk." Zhu Ping responded.
The group followed Zhu Wentian back to where they came from. The two children's eyes gleamed when they looked at such a large piece of ice.
Zhu Wentian ignored others and continued to shave ice. He just dug out some ice, and the director brought the children over.
"Hello, uncle! Hello, you guys!" The little girl greeted strangers first when she saw them.
He turned to Brother Hanhan and said, "Quick, give me a bowl first. There's ice! I'll do it!"
She quickly put the shaved ice into the bowl, put fruit and juice into it, inserted a small spoon and handed it to the chef.
The chief nodded to Tu Fei, and Zhu Ping immediately introduced him and told what everyone had said before.
(End of chapter)
