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These little carrot heads are still very satisfied with today's harvest. Although there are some shortcomings, it is reasonable.

I felt so heroic when I was cutting through thorns and playing with sticks, but now I feel so miserable. The exposed little arms or legs of the five-man expedition team were somewhat stained.

Just when they were halfway along the original road, they heard the urging sounds of "Ooooo~Ooooo~Wang" from the Wangcai running around the mountain.

Hearing the noise, he hurriedly looked for it, and it took a lot of effort to get through the bushy road.

Along Wangcai's line of sight, he looked up several feet high and saw a brown honeycomb. Honey the size of a millstone hung on the stone wall below it. Many frightened bees were "buzzing" around it. It's spinning.

Everyone looked at this place. It was a pile of stones. It was estimated that the stones for the construction of the Gaoshan Temple were mined from here. The location of this hive happened to be on the edge of the cliff, which was ventilated, shaded and dry.

Looking at Wangcai's turned face, he changed his mind. Well, it seems that I have gained weight. If I look closely, half of my body is swollen.

After everyone used their smart little heads to analyze and analyze logically, we came to the conclusion that maybe the honey got longer and longer as the hard-working bees brewed it over the years. Finally, it couldn't stand the gravitational potential energy and dropped a small amount. Part of it reached the bottom. Wangcai probably smelled the fragrance of honey. He was greedy and took advantage of his thick hair to eat. Then he was stung in the eye by the bee guarding the honey. It was fine just now, but now it is getting worse. More and more swollen.

Looking at the honey on the stone cliff not far away, everyone looked at each other in tacit understanding, and saw in their eyes that they wanted to do something big, and this honey was the thing in the bag.

As for how to successfully obtain honey from thousands of bees, no one knows how to do it. After all, no one wants to be stung like a bear with wealth.

At this moment, a small figure jumped out from the thorn bushes on the side and jumped onto the stone in front of it. It turned out to be the lost squirrel. It was not afraid of people and looked down at the little carrot heads from top to bottom. Chirping, waving its little paws and pointing.

How could the Adventure Five understand this? They could only look at each other in shock.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo you you".

"Squeak!"

"Ooooo~owoo~wang~wang"

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It seemed like these two guys started scolding each other, one of them was jumping up and down on the rocks angrily, baring their teeth and claws. The other one bared his teeth and shook his fur and claws.

When these two guys got tired of arguing and each was licking the honey on their hair, they suddenly realized that they had already done a lot together. I finally understood the meaning, but I just didn’t see it! Just like a shrew scolding the street, there seems to be no difference except that the species are different.

It should be that the squirrel accused Wangcai of being reckless and failed to do things well, which made the bee wary.

Wangcai accused Song Shu of not planning properly and should bear the main responsibility.

"What should I do? Do you want to give it a try?" Xiao Zhao Yun asked Murong Yunhai who was beside him unwillingly.

"No, I have to go back and plan this matter carefully."

Murong Yunhai looked at the huge beehive high up, and thought that if the bees inside were really disturbed and all the bees were mobilized to attack the enemy, they would not even be able to get close, and the big ones would only be able to run away with their heads in their hands.

"Go, go, go, go back to Uncle Qingyu now. He is well-informed and may be able to help." Jingxin, a novice monk, took a sip of saliva and gave advice.

"exactly."

"Good good."

The five members of the treasure hunt team quickly agreed.

"Little squirrel, do you want to come back with us?" Jingxin, a novice monk, raised his bald head and asked the squirrel, which was still licking its hair on the stone.

The squirrel was actually asked, stopped licking, and tilted his head as if thinking about the question.

"If you come back with us, I'll give you this to eat!" Little novice monk Jingxin took out a few dried fruits from his trouser pocket that he didn't want to eat last night, spread out his palms and showed them to the squirrel.

A shadow flashed by, and the squirrel was already squatting on the shoulders of the young monk Jingxin, holding dried fruits and chewing them~chewing them and eating them!

None of these little guys paid attention to a single detail, so why could the squirrel understand what they said. The four people from Majia Village have seen too many strange things and have become accustomed to it. The little novice Jingxin is just a big-hearted person.

When I went back and had lunch, Jingxin, a novice monk, whispered to Uncle Qingyu about the discovery of a beehive.

In the afternoon, when the sun was not so hot, the five of them visited the old place again and took their uncle over to take a look.

"If you want to collect this honey, you have to come in the middle of the night." Uncle Qingyu rubbed his bald head and looked around for a while before coming to a conclusion.

In the latter half of the night when the moon was sparse, even though it was a hot summer day, the climate in the mountains was naturally much cooler.

The sky is dotted with sparse stars, shining faintly like diamonds. In this quiet night, a group of little carrot heads gathered under the rock, waiting for the next harvest with bright eyes.

Fortunately, in the afternoon, these little carrot heads had cleared a large open space and were fully prepared for the evening operation. The dead branches in the clearing were ignited to build a bonfire, and the blazing flames illuminated everything around them. The firelight reflected on the rocks, casting mottled shadows, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the whole scene.

However, climbing the rocks is not an easy task. Although the rock cliff is not very high, there are many traces left by the excavation. It is a bit daunting to climb by the light of the moon and the campfire.

Faced with this challenge, the little carrot heads couldn't help but feel hesitant and timid. At the same time, Master Qingyu was also excluded by everyone. His body is large and unwieldy, obviously not suitable for night climbing activities to collect honey. Everyone was worried that if he fell, they wouldn't be able to lift him back, so they decided to just let him stay where he was and wait.

Fortunately, when we set out, we roped in the little monk Wuchen. After all, he was very skilled and had rich experience in flying over walls and walls, so he gloriously became the main force in this honey-collecting operation. He was wearing a monk's robe, a scarf on his face, and a monk's hat on his head. He was afraid of being attacked by bees. The sight was unbearable to look at.

With a bamboo basket filled with honey on his back and a wooden barrel inside, he held a rope and hook and started climbing when he was ready.

The little monk Wuchen climbed up the rock with seemingly ease. He flexibly used ropes and hooks with an elegant and stable posture to fix himself on the rock, and then continued climbing up. His movements were skillful and swift, like a dexterous monkey.

The little monk Wuchen continued to climb up, and his figure gradually disappeared into the shadow of Shiya. Only the glow of the campfire still shimmered on the rocks, providing a glimmer of light for his climb in the absence of moonlight.

Time passed by, and the little monk Wuchen finally arrived near the beehive. Using the light of the campfire, he carefully cut off a piece of honey and put it into a bucket. When he estimated that the cut was almost done, he climbed back along the original path. .

When the little monk Wuchen returned to the ground safely, he looked at the bucket of honey in the basket and covered his mouth, fearing that the cheers would wake up the swarm of bees. At the instruction of Uncle Qingyu, he carried the bamboo basket on his back. Get out of this place quickly.