Chapter 392: Stung?

Under Han Cheng's questioning, Wu explained the reason.
A long time ago, when the two members of their Qingque tribe were picking food, they were alarmed by flying insects that Han Cheng called bees.
Both of them died because of this, and their deaths were still miserable.
Most of the experiences that primitive people have summed up are bloodstained, and many have paid the price of their lives.
After the death of the two, the witch in the tribe recorded the killing of the flying insects in the gathering place.
And taught it to the next witch.
Before Han Cheng talked about honey and bees, because Chinese and the witch originally inherited the different names for flying insects, Wu didn’t know that the gods drooled a lot of them, and they asked them a long time ago. Two flying bugs died in the tribe.
It wasn't until I followed Xiaofu to the place where the bees built their nests that I realized that the bees mentioned by the son are the kind of flying insects that can kill people.
Delicious honey is the product of flying insects.
Because this incident happened when the last witch existed, and it was a long time ago, so when this witch came, it didn't spread much.
At this moment, by chance, this memory of Wu was unearthed. After listening to everyone, those people who drooled with Wu before now all became lingering fears.
Looking at the tragic Xiaofu, and thinking about what Wu said, the saliva in his mouth suddenly stopped flowing.
Stung to death?
Han Chengran, no wonder Wu had such a big reaction. It turned out that there had been such a tragic experience in the tribe a long time ago.
It's just that you can't stop eating because of choking like this!
It cannot be said that he was stung by a bee before, and since then, he never dare to touch the bee again.
And there are many types of bees. Some bees are very toxic, not to mention human beings. Even black bears with thick skins can't handle them.
Naturally, such bees cannot be touched.
However, the swarm of bees discovered now is mainly for producing honey, and the toxicity is not particularly high.
At this point, I have been stung so many times. Except for a lap of fatness, the rest of Xiaofu who has nothing to do with it can know.
Han Cheng told Wu and other people about his thoughts, but Wu still drew his head straight and refused to let Han Cheng take any risks.
Although I learned that honey is delicious from God’s mouth, no matter how delicious honey is, it’s not as important as the safety of God’s child.
Han Cheng thought about the past, he was not prepared for anything, except for the bag that was harvested like Xiaofu, there would be no difference, so he didn't insist anymore, and left the forest with Wu and the others.
However, he remembered the location of the hive.
It is spring, when the flowers are in full bloom, the bees have enough flowers to pick, and there must be enough honey in the hive.
So much honey, just let it be wasted there, Han Cheng couldn't do it.
When he came to the field, seeing that everyone had basically mastered the raking and sowing, he didn't need him as a to do technical guidance, Han Cheng immediately acted as the shopkeeper, and quickly returned to the tribe.
Go to the house first and use a stone pen to depict the outline of the beehive on a ceramic board.
Then he held the pottery board and came to the lame who was doing carpentry in the yard, put the pottery board down, let the lame temporarily stop the work in his hands, and began to explain the structure of the beehive to the lame, so that he could make the hive as soon as possible.
Han Cheng has a certain understanding of beehives. He saw the beekeeper more than once when he was a child.
The beehive in the impression is about half a meter wide, and the height and length are all within one meter of wooden box.
From the top of the beehive, you can pull out the manufactured plywood like a drawer, and the top is covered with nests built by bees.
When you go down with a bamboo knife, there will be thick and orange honey, which will slowly flow out and fall into the container that was prepared earlier...
After such a long time focusing on weavers and carpenters, the technique of lameness can be said to be very good, and I am also used to looking at Han Cheng's drawings that are not very standard.
After another explanation from Han Cheng, after a while, he began to pat his chest to make sure that he could make the box.
Then began to intercept the wood and split the most basic work.
Han Cheng stayed here for a while, and when he saw that the lame was doing well, he left with confidence.
Then he came to the house and turned out a large roll of linen cloth.
There are a total of more than 60 meters of linen, which is the result of the labor of the women of the Qingque tribe from last winter to this spring.
About a quarter of them were made by the daughter-in-law of Bai Xuemei, who likes to raise silkworms and weave.
Although they were mixed together, it only took a glance for Han Cheng to recognize which ones belonged to Bai Xuemei.
Because the linen cloth woven by Xuemei Bai Xuemei is not only neat with few threads, but also very fine. It is far from other cloths with many small square holes, which can be compared.
The cloth woven by Xuemei Bai is good for making clothes, and Han Cheng can't bear to mess around.
However, the other inferior cloths are not just useless. Under certain conditions, they can also play a role.
From these cloths, Han Cheng selected the second linen cloth that could be used as a veil, walked outside, and came to the little child bride-in-law who was lying there concentrating on watching silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
Bai Xuemei noticed that someone was coming, and when she looked up and found that it was Brother Cheng, she immediately showed a cheerful smile and white teeth.
Her front teeth have all been changed. The lower one on the left has just fallen off a few days ago. People who are not the most familiar will not know it, and talk and laugh will not run away because of it.
Reached out and touched the taller Bai Xuemei's head, Han Cheng smiled and said, "Go get the needle and thread knife and make me something."
Bai Xuemei happily agreed, and ran into the room chuckle. After a while, she came over with a small pot of needles and needles~EbookFREE.me~Brother Cheng, what are you doing? "
Han Cheng put the hat that he was holding on his head when he came over, and he reached out and pointed at the hat, and said, "On top of this, a circle of cloth comes to my position."
Han Cheng pointed to the hat and gestured around his waist again, and said to Bai Xuemei.
"What is Brother Cheng doing?"
Bai Xuemei asked as she picked up the cloth and gestured to Han Cheng.
Her hands are very skillful, and her needlework is not inferior to the adult female primitives in the tribe, especially in making things out of cloth.
"Do you like the cooked canned food?"
Han Cheng asked with a smile.
Bai Xuemei nodded vigorously, the sweet and sour canned fruit, which she missed till now, felt much better than wine and vinegar.
"With this thing, in a few days, I can get something more delicious than canned food."