Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Yun, is this really okay?"

Looking at the beehives not far away, the storm still couldn't hide the worry.

These beehives were all built by Fengyun according to what it remembered. In addition, the queen bee he mentioned to the storm had already been turned into the beehive and set up, but for a while, no bees were following, and the storm couldn’t help it. Some worry.

"Uncle Bao, don't be irritable. Wait a minute, you have to take a bite of the meal, don't be too anxious, wait a while, maybe there will be results.

Feng Yun's persuasion seemed to have worked, and the storm slowly calmed down, and he no longer seemed so anxious, but on the contrary, Feng Yun's heart became more and more tense.

Don't look at what he said to the storm, it seems that he doesn't really value the ability to domesticate bees, but in fact, when he really began to domesticate bees, his desire for success has increased a lot.

After the journey, after his efforts, life has become better and better, but there are still some things that make him worry about it, including honey.

If honey is only sweet, it's fine.

After his efforts, sugar can be made. Although the purity is not as good as the sugar bought before the journey, the sweetness is similar. What makes the honey really memorable is its unique fragrance. This is the sugar place. Not available.

Before, he didn't think about domesticating bees, but the ancestral land was quite special. Although there were bees, they were either unable to produce honey or produced very little honey.

After the tribe returned to Lei Ze from the ancestral land, he had a lot of things on his hand that needed to be handled by him, and he had no time to take care of it. Now that he was raised by the storm, his idea of ​​obtaining honey through beekeeping could not be restrained.

"Yun, won't it fail again this time?"

After waiting for another full meal, I still didn't see a bee trying to fly over, and the storm finally couldn't hold back.

"Uncle Storm, don't..."

Fengyun originally wanted to calm the storm, but it has been a while, and it is not convincing to say it, but he is still not reconciled to fail, turned his head to look at him, and said: "Uncle Bao, you are here to watch. I will go Take a look."

Let's just say, before the storm responded, Fengyun took off and flew.

However, Feng Yun just flew less than a hundred feet high, so he turned around and flew back and fell in front of the storm.

"Yun, aren't you going to check the situation of the bees? Why did you come back so soon?"

When the storm looked at Fengyun, his face was full of confusion, obviously unable to understand his approach.

"No need to go."

"What do you mean by not going?"

The confusion on the storm's face continued unabated.

"The bees have come."

"The bees have come? Where are they?"

When the storm heard the words, he immediately lifted his spirits, raised his head, twisted his neck, and went all around.

"Isn't it there."

Feng Yun didn't mean to sell off the door. Hearing the storm asking questions, he immediately raised his hand and pointed in one direction.

The storm immediately looked in the direction of Fengyun's fingers, but he frowned soon: "Where? Why didn't I see it?"

"Look carefully. Be careful not to be confused by the colors of the mountains."

The storm immediately gathered his eyes and stared at the location where Feng Yun's finger was pointing.

This time he finally got a harvest. Just as Fengyun reminded him, the location of the bees is quite special. Behind them is a mountain with a lot of rocks exposed. The color of the rocks is similar to that of the bees. Hidden the bee colony, if you don't look carefully, you will really ignore them.

However, the storm is a metamorphosis warrior after all, with very good eyesight. With Fengyun's guidance, he quickly discovered something.

After the storm discovered the bee colony, he did not take his gaze back, but stared at them for a long time, for fear that they were just passing by, but as time passed, his expression finally relaxed.

The bees did not fly away, but flew toward the location of the storm and the wind and clouds. No, more accurately, their real goal should be to the beehive placed not far in front of them.

After a while, accompanied by a buzzing sound of high-speed flapping wings, the bees had already flown not far in front of the wind and clouds and the storm, and at this time the storm seemed even more tense.

From the perspective of the storm, the swarm of bees does not mean success. They need to get into the hives and stay in the hives for a long time, otherwise there is no meaning, because only in this way can the hives have honey.

After a while, the look on the storm's face relaxed a little, because the bees entered the hives one after another. Although they entered almost the same hives, being able to enter the hives meant a good start.

Facts have proved that the luck of the wind and the storm is still relatively good. Soon after the first group of bees entered the beehive, bees successively flew over and got into the remaining beehives.

In the end, all the hives built by Feng Yun got into the colony, and the storm laughed from ear to ear, even Feng Yun was a little surprised.

He originally thought that it would be good if about half of the hives could attract bee colonies, but he never thought that all the hives would have a harvest.

Seeing the bees in the last beehive, the storm seemed very excited, rubbing his hands, he was about to walk towards the beehives, and was stopped by the wind and clouds: "Uncle Storm, wait a minute."

"Yun, don't be so nervous, I just want to take a look."

"There is nothing good to see right now, it's too early to produce honey. If you lean in, the smell on your body will interfere with them. If there is a stress response, it will be bad."

"Stress response?"

"It refers to the response of animals when they encounter external stimuli. When these bees are implemented, it may happen that the colony will not return together or kill each other."

"So serious?"

The storm seemed a little unbelievable, but he stopped and began to retreat.

In the next period of time, more and more bee colonies flew to those hives, coming in and out, looking very busy. In the eyes of watching the storm, it made him happy. Every day Cheerful.

Feng Yun is also very happy. If nothing happens, fresh honey will be available soon. Maybe it will be enough to make pills.

Even if it is not enough, when there are enough bees in the beehive, he can make some new beehives, divide them into boxes, and the number can be doubled. Afterwards, the process can continue, and the number of bees will increase exponentially.

When the amount of honey reaches a certain level, the honey produced can certainly meet Fengyun's needs.

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