#十九届农交会 #
Autumn, the weather is not lukewarm, very suitable for bees to collect honey, the key is that the honey source is sufficient, the rape flowers in the field, the wild chrysanthemums on the mountain, the mountain dandan flowers, the wild leek flowers, the blooming of the competition, always attract them to pay labor.
There was an old man in the village who liked to keep bees in the apple orchard, more than a dozen square wooden boxes were placed there, the old man wore a gauze hat, so as not to let the bees sting him, he opened the wooden box, the wooden box was full of bees, as if the queen bee was also inside. He was surrounded by bees buzzing around him, and he didn't seem to be afraid at all.
At seven or eight o'clock in the morning when the sun rises, he drives the bees out, and in the afternoon, when the sun sets, the bees will fly back in swarms, he opens the lid of the hive in advance, and when they all fly in, he closes the lid again.
The old man's honey is self-produced and sold, the countryside has a set, a set in five days, the old man will put his own honey on the bicycle, and then ride the car to catch the market, he sells is not expensive, ten yuan a bottle, he knows that the peasants are not easy to live, sell expensive no one to buy.
My mother also once bought his honey, and when she bought it, she dripped a few drops in the bowl, then poured boiling water into the bowl and stirred it with chopsticks, the taste was really sweet, and it was very lubricating to the throat, and it didn't get stuck at all.
Now the old man is old and can't move, honey is not worth much, what to do is more dry, the competition will be very fierce, the price will definitely fall, the last time I went home, the old man has hunched over and turned on crutches, the years are not spared, a lifetime has not gone out of the mountain, from birth to death forever left that land.