Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

Mu Xi thought for a while, "I don't recommend it. If you catch it and raise it after one point, it will be useless, but we can wait for it to swarm."

Bee swarming means that when there is no room for it, a group of bees will move out.

After letting the scout bees find a suitable place, the old queen bee of the original hive will give way to the new queen bee, and then take a group of bees to build a nest in the new place.

The moving swarm of bees will also take with them some moving expenses - each bee will have some honey in its mouth.

"But bee swarming isn't a spring thing. It's over now."

"If you think about how much honey I brought back, this is only half." Mu Xi finished the last dumpling and brought in the stainless steel basin filled with honey from the yard.

"With this quantity, the tree hole can no longer carry the load. There is usually another bee colony in September or October. Our bee luring buckets are placed nearby near the honey source. Maybe we can lure them."

Zhao Yeqing thinks it makes sense. You can't lose money in a business without capital.

Looking at the golden honey in the basin, she couldn't help but want to taste it.

Use a spoon to scoop up a piece of honeycomb honey and make sure there are no bees on it before putting it in your mouth.

Golden honey is filled with every beeswax, and the honey will be squeezed out when you bite it. The pure natural honey has a rich floral fragrance, which is completely different from the kind in the supermarket.

This kind of honey is almost non-liquid and very rich. The liquid honey in the supermarket is either adulterated or water honey.

Some unscrupulous merchants will feed bees with white sugar, and the honey will be so sweet.

Zhao Yeqing noticed that the top and bottom of the honeycomb were of different colors.

She was a little surprised, "Is this honey?"

Mu Xi also reached out, broke off a piece, threw it into his mouth, and nodded.

Medium honey is often called native honey, and its output is very rare.

Zhongfeng is a domestic bee that collects nectar from hundreds of flowers. The output of pure local honey is small, the price is high and the supply exceeds demand. Most of the honey on the market is Italian honey. The introduced varieties from abroad have large output and moderate prices. They like to collect single, large areas. Honey source.

For example, if there are bees collecting nectar from the small flowers on the roadside, there is a high probability that they are bees.

Italian bees like to feed on nectar from the large rapeseed and acacia flowers, but they do not like the scattered small flowers.

The honey from the hive that Mu Xi harvested varied in color from top to bottom. Generally speaking, it was honey collected from hundreds of flowers.

She scooped another large piece and put it in her mouth. The bee was sweet and rich but not overpowering at all, which made her narrow her eyes in satisfaction.

"Yeah!" She suddenly remembered that the peach gum stewed milk she had boiled was still there.

Two bowls were brought from the kitchen, each filled with two tablespoons and two ice cubes.

It's a pity that she put the rock sugar in advance, otherwise it would be great to make it with honey.

After the peach gum is cooked, it won't have any gelatinous texture. It won't be as sticky as white fungus, but will be as refreshing and elastic as jelly.

Peach gum is not only found on peach trees, plum trees and apricot trees also secrete sap similar to peach gum, collectively called peach gum, also called peach blossom tears.

When I was a child, I didn’t know that this product was edible. Later, when I started working in the past few years, I discovered that this product has become a beauty supplement for women.

I feel like I missed 100 million when I was a kid.

The bowl of peach gum was bottomed out. She looked at the large pot of honey at her feet and thought it was time to arrange the peach wine and dried peaches.

What does it mean to eat what's in the bowl and look at what's in the pot? This guy is it.

Mu Xi went out to work all day today and returned injured. Zhao Yeqing happily took over the task of washing the dishes.

Mu Xi was sitting on the sofa dividing the honey comb.

Zhao Yeqing loves to chew honeycomb honey, chewing out all the honey inside and then spitting out the beeswax.

Mu Xi put two large pieces of honey from the comb in a sealed box and squeezed out the remaining honey.

Place the comb honey on the filter and squeeze it, then use a small basin underneath. The golden honey is squeezed out and flows through the filter into the basin.

Beeswax impurities in three colors of white, yellow and black were left on the filter.

I squeeze it by hand without a honey shaker, so the honey squeezed out is turbid and not so clear.

The beeswax residue on the filter is also collected and used.

All the honey is squeezed out, and there are three large jars.

This was the first time that Zhao Yeqing ate home-made honey. In the past, someone in the village got it and bought it from others, but it tasted a little different from the home-made honey.

When I asked her what was different, she couldn't tell, but it was just different.

Three bottles of honey were neatly placed in the cupboard.

After she took her fifth bite of honeycomb tonight, Mu Xi ordered her not to eat any more and sent her to sleep.

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The first thing Zhao Yeqing did when he got up in the morning was to make a cup of honey water.

After drinking, she noticed that the coat Mu Xi wore last night was still hanging on the bench. She didn't have time to wash it, so she reached out to take it and wash it for him.

Mu Xi, who happened to come in, saw him and slapped the hand that stretched out to get the clothes.

"No, I'll come. When you get stung, I, who went out to harvest honey, will have to coax you back."

Zhao Yeqing was speechless, wondering what kind of persona he was in his mind.

She went into the kitchen and fried two Zhao's traditional egg pancakes, and made a cup of honey water for Mu Xi and put it on the table.

I slowly ate my share of egg pancakes, and then told the man doing laundry in the yard that there was breakfast on the table.

Keep a small grudge.

Zhao Yeqing came out of the yard and as usual first poured water into the paddy fields and watered the two vegetable gardens.

Watching the sun rise, I returned home to make the dried peaches and peach wine I planned yesterday.

Peel all the peaches and cut them into pieces, leaving a plate of fresh ones to eat as fruit, and the remaining half to soak in wine and half to dry.

The pulp of the dried fruit needs to be marinated in sugar for two hours.

While the pulp is marinating, soak it in wine first.

She went to the tool room to get a shovel and asked Mu Xi, "Where is my grandpa's wine buried?"

Mu Xi also took a shovel and led the way to the corner behind the Mu family's house. He poked the ground with the shovel, "That's it."

The two of them touched each other and soon felt that they had touched something. They did not strike hard and stopped as soon as they touched it without breaking the wine jar.

Five jars of wine were dug out from the corner.

"Five altars? As expected of my grandfather, he is really good at hiding."

Mu Xi shook his head, "I don't know, I didn't seem to see that much at that time."

"That means I hid it secretly several times. I have to tell grandma about this."

Zhao Yeqing couldn't help laughing when he thought about the scene where his grandpa had his ears pulled by his grandma in another world.

The wine jars are all very old-fashioned clay pottery jars.

Some colors look darker and some appear lighter.

The time span is quite large.

At first glance, Zhao Yeqing saw that there was a label on each jar of wine, which should indicate the year.

There were three altars that looked similar, so Zhao Yeqing compared the labels.

On August 3021, 8, I got three jars of good wine from an old friend.

The three altars all have the same date, and Mu Xi confirmed that this was what he saw back then.

There was another jar that was relatively new. She could see the label on it clearly, and the handwriting was a little crooked.

On December 3025, 12, my beloved wife died.

Zhao Yeqing's tears fell down in just a moment.