Chapter 393: Fudged limp

Something more delicious than freshly cooked canned food? !
The child's daughter-in-law narrowed her eyes and began to her saliva unconsciously.
The movements on the hands have also become faster.
After the measurement is done, fold it in half along the mark drawn with charcoal, and then cut it with an iron knife.
After being cut, he took the hat from Han Cheng's head, put it on his leg, began to thread and sew carefully.
Men who are serious are the most attractive, as are women who are serious.
Seeing Mei Xuemei sewing with her head down seriously, Han Cheng had a faint smile on his face, and his heart was quiet.
I would like to praise myself for my wit, if I didn't cultivate myself slowly, where would there be such a young wife.
"Here, drill a few more holes with a hand drill."
Han Cheng pointed to the already formed beehive and confessed to Lime.
These eyes must be left out, otherwise the bees cannot get in and out.
"Limp, are you interested in doing a terrifying and terrifying event with me?"
Looking at the completely completed beehive, Han Cheng said to the limp who put down the axe in a bewildered tone.
Shocking event?
He was limping with a look of eagerness. I think back then, he walked out of the cave with the son of God in the winter, and smashed the ice surface with a rock. This freed the tribe from the crisis, and his own miserable position also gained a great deal. Change.
It's been a long time since the son of God wanted to be so aggressive today, so he nodded and agreed without hesitation.
Then at noon, when many people were resting, he held a wooden box that he didn't know what to do, followed the seemingly insignificant son of God, and sneaked to the gate of the tribe.
"God, why do you want this?"
Limp lowered his voice and asked the puzzle in his heart.
Han Cheng smiled bitterly, wouldn't it happen?
If this matter is known by the Wu Wu who is very concerned about him, and he wants to collect the swarm of bees smoothly, it will take a lot of talking.
So after thinking about it, Han Chengcheng decided to develop a wave of wretchedness first.
After he had collected the bees, Wu would not say too much in front of the established facts.
"God..."
"Hush!"
The iron head guarding on the fence saw Han Chenghe limping, who was acting strangely, scratched his hair and asked.
As a result, before the word "Shenzi" was called out, Han Cheng stopped.
After spending a long time with the son of God, Tietou knew the meaning of this action, and quickly stopped.
At this moment, Han Cheng had quietly opened the door and came outside the tribe.
"God, what are you doing?"
Iron head lowered his voice and asked.
"Don't ask too much, I will bring you delicious food later!"
Han Cheng, who was carrying the clay pot and other things in his hand, also responded in a low voice.
Hearing something delicious, Tietou immediately stopped asking questions, and nodded vigorously.
Han Cheng limped to the place where the hive was.
"Son of God, what are we going to do?"
Seeing that he was getting farther and farther from the tribe, he felt a little worried and limp, and then he remembered to ask this most important question.
"Collect the bees, collect the honey."
Han Cheng said with a lame smile with his mouth full of white teeth.
"Oh."
There was a lame response, and then he went back and forth in his mind to figure out what Han Cheng said rather circumstance.
Han Cheng looked at his lame reaction and nodded involuntarily. He is worthy of being a person who is valued by his son, and he did not disappoint. If others knew the purpose of this trip, they would definitely change their expressions and persuade him not to go.
It is impossible to be as calm as lame.
Han Cheng thought about it in his heart, walked for a while, looked back at the lameness that had fallen behind, and looked at his face with an uncomfortable expression like constipation.
Of course the lame expression would not be too good-looking, because after pondering for a while, he finally figured out what the son of God was doing with him, and finally understood why the son of God behaved so weird today!
Bees!
The bee that stung to death!
Suddenly a swarm of bees appeared around the tribe, and Xiaofu was stung by the bees and lost the appearance of a dog. The witch who returned to the tribe began to publicize the harm of bees to everyone.
In order to verify the correctness of what he said, he deliberately pulled out a slate from a pile of old slates, and pointed to the ghost-painted talisman-like records in the entire tribe that only he and Heiwa could know. .
How can I not know such a thing?
No wonder I asked myself before, but the son of God didn't say what the wooden box was for.
"God... Son of God, go back... go back..."
After understanding what the divine son was going to do with him and weeping in wonder, he almost cried first.
Han Cheng sniffed, boasting so much in his heart just now.
"Do you believe me or not?"
There was no way, Han Cheng had to show off the prestige he had accumulated for a long time.
"letter."
Without any hesitation, the limp blurted out.
"Since you want to believe it, follow me. I have a way to prevent bees from hurting me."
Han Cheng hit the railway while it was hot.
So this two-person harvesting team was able to move on.
It's a lame holding a wooden box, looking like crying.
He really believes in the son of God, but the matter of harvesting bees is still too dangerous.
In this way, the two came to the front of the dead tree. Han Cheng did not rush forward. He first checked the surrounding area and after confirming that there was no danger, he began to open the package he was carrying.
Put the leather gloves on first, and tie them tightly with a rope to prevent any gaps between them and the cuffs, so as not to expose the skin.
The leather pants underneath are also tied tightly with a rope, connected with the socks, and put in the shoes.
Having just finished these, I was about to sew a layer of linen hat with holes on my head, and came limply carrying the beehive.
"God son~EbookFREE.me~I'll go."
Lim said, looking at the dead tree with bees flying around, although there was a look of horror on the face, the determination to go instead of Han Cheng never diminished.
Han Cheng took the hat that was as far away as the curtain, and the linen was hanging down to his waist. He stretched out his hand and tied it with a rope on his chest. Through these small holes, he watched with a lame smile and said, "You hide away from the bee. If I don’t understand, I’m here. With these, they won’t hurt me.
Limp still refused, until Han Cheng put on the air of a son, then he had to walk far away in accordance with Han Cheng's will, looking at the son holding the beehive to the side of the dead tree with a worried expression on his face.
Han Cheng wasn't worried at all. He was armed with such an appearance. If these bees had broken their defenses, they would really become fine.
He put down the beehive and began to chop the dead tree with an axe, preparing to expand it to find the queen bee.
As long as you find this guy, everything will be solved.
"boom!"
"Om~!"