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He didn't have time to process the honey he brought back before, so Song Yao woke up an hour early the next day. Of course, he couldn't wake up naturally on his own.

005, who acted as an alarm clock, thought it was a bit wrong at first. After all, he had never heard of an AI being responsible for waking up the host, but when Song Yao asked the host last night, he thought it would refuse.

After all, in his eyes, he and 005 are members of the same family (they can stay together every day). Isn't it normal for family members to help wake him up? His grandparents and father often wake him up, so Song Yao feels at ease after asking 005 to help him. Fell asleep in seconds.

005 didn't even have a chance to refuse, so he watched the child who had just spoken fall asleep.

it:【……】

When it tried to wake Song Yao up the next day and received thanks and praise from him, 005 no longer felt that there was anything wrong with what he did.

Anyway, the internet is disconnected here, so the producer can’t control it, and the producer is unreliable (Producer:…), so he probably wouldn’t care if he knew about it.

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song always got up early. When Song Yao got up, Grandma Song was already cooking. Grandpa Song was chopping firewood in the yard. When he saw that they were busy, he ran to his father's room and called him to get up and make honey.

Before going to bed last night, Father Song almost traveled throughout the village to spread the word (actually it was gossip) about how ambitious and reliable Teacher Xiao He was. Feeling that he had once again contributed to the education of the village, he slept soundly and shouted to Song Yao. The sound of him getting up fell on deaf ears.

Song Yao was anxious and went to shake him: "Dad, get up quickly. We have to get the honey out. That hive has been there all day."

Dad Song turned over and waved his hand in a daze: "Be good, Dad will play with you again in the afternoon."

What my son just said flashed through my mind, what kind of honeycomb, which honeycomb? No matter, go to bed first.

Song Yao: "Get up. If you don't get up, I'll do it myself."

Dad Song closed his eyes and tried to respond: "Well... you can do it yourself. Dad went to talk to your uncles and aunts for a long time last night. He was exhausted. Please let me sleep more."

Seeing that there was no way to wake him up, Song Yao thought for a while and said, "Honey is more delicious than sugar. If you don't get up, we will eat it ourselves."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out. Within two steps, Father Song's voice came from behind him: "Wait a minute."

Song Yao immediately smiled on his face, turned around happily, and rushed towards his father who had already sat up: "Dad, you're awake."

"Wake up." Father Song yawned, hugged him aside, squinted and picked up the clothes next to him and put them on: "You brat, look how decent you are. If you weren't my son, I wouldn't be like this. morning."

Song Yao complained: It was obviously to eat honey.

But no matter what the reason is, Dad Song just needs to get up. The method of dealing with honeycombs that he learned from the learning system requires the use of a knife. Song Yao has been forbidden to touch knives since he was a child. If Dad Song doesn't get up, he can only Looking for grandparents.

Grandma Song had just added two sticks of firewood to the stove. When she turned around and saw Father Song coming out yawning, she was suddenly filled with strange eyes.

Why did this lazy son get up so early?

She called her husband, and Grandpa Song looked up. When he saw his son, there was curiosity in his eyes.

Father Song felt uncomfortable when his parents looked at him with strange expressions. He patted his son's head lightly and asked, "Tell me, what does the book say to do it?"

Song Yao had carefully read the method of extracting honey several times. After all, they only had the tools for that method at home.

"You need a dustpan, a knife, and a basin."

In fact, a knife is needed to cut honey, but obviously the Song family doesn't have one. Song Yao also knows that he can't get a new knife just for such a small hive, so he just uses the knife at home.

Although the course said that the efficiency and quantity of honey would be reduced in this way, the honey was originally obtained for free. Just use less. Song Yao wanted to have it.

Although Father Song is sometimes very unreliable, he has one advantage, that is, he is never like some parents who do not take what their children say seriously.

As soon as Song Yao said he needed these three things, he immediately took them to the yard.

Grandpa Song chopped firewood and went to Grandma Song to help her light the fire. He turned around and saw one big and one small squatting in the yard, working hard, scraping around with the only kitchen knife in the house, and even taking out the basin at home. Take it out and put it on the dustpan; Grandma Song accepts it well. She has always felt that her son is too lazy. If this honeycomb can make him wake up early, she will definitely let them poke it every day.

Song Yao had no idea what his grandparents were thinking. He was yelling at Song's father: "No, you have to cut this honey spleen gently. Cut it into small pieces. Don't use too much force."

He wished he could do it himself, but it was impossible to do it with a knife.

The elders didn't think that Song Yao would be naughty, but they were worried that others with small hands would hurt themselves if they didn't use enough force when holding a knife. At least until Song Yao was ten years old, he had to pass whatever he wanted to do with a knife. Parental.

In short, no matter how anxious Song Yao was and wanted to do it by himself, Song's father still had to use the knife.

He could only squat down beside him and use chopsticks to gently press the honey spleen that had drained out the honey. It looked like it was almost done. Song Yao looked at the chopsticks wrapped in honey. He was so greedy that he put it into his mouth tentatively and took a taste.

"Um!"

The child's eyes lit up: "It's so sweet!"

Father Song, who was working while yawning, became more energetic: "Give me a taste."

Song Yao dipped the other end of his chopsticks in honey and handed it to his mouth.

Father Song smacked his lips twice, his eyes lit up, and he commented:

"No wonder this thing sells for two yuan a pound. It tastes better than sugar."

Song Yao found another pair of chopsticks, dipped some in one, and ran to her grandparents: "Grandpa and grandma, try it, is it better than sugar?"

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song also tasted honey for the first time. They tasted it with fresh energy. They didn't react as much as Dad Song, but after tasting the sweetness, both of them relaxed.

Grandpa Song was still concise and to the point: "Not bad."

Grandma Song: "This honey tastes better than sugar, but I don't know if it is nutritious to drink. If drinking it is as good for the body as sugar water, I won't have to buy sugar in the future."

Song Yao immediately said: "Honey has high nutritional value. It is good for the elderly and children to drink it. It can also moisturize the lungs."

Grandma Song thought he got it from the county government, and nodded after hearing it: "Okay, I'll ask Dr. Wang again. If Dr. Wang says you can drink it, let your dad poke the bee nests for you every day to get honey for you." "

Doesn't this kid like to poke honeycombs? In the future, letting him poke enough will be like giving him something to do, so that he won't have to think about how to be lazy every day.

Father Song, who has always disliked working, got this job from Grandma Song. He was not depressed at all. Instead, he happily agreed and promised to complete the task well: "I have seen this kind of bee in the tree before, but Generally the nests are very high, some are over ten meters high, so I always avoided them when I saw them.”

If the honeycomb is built very high, you can't even run away and you can only stay stung. Father Song and his friends didn't dare to poke this kind of thing when they were young. Now he felt a little regretful. If he had known that there was honey in it, what would have happened? Gotta try it too.

But when I thought about it again, even if he stabbed it when he was a child, he didn't have a son at that time, and they didn't know how to get the honey, so they happily put this little regret behind them.

But Grandma Song immediately grasped the key point after hearing this: "You still dare to climb such a high tree?"

Father Song stiffened: "Yeah, it's not that high. We can only look at the very high ones and not climb up."

After all, it is a thing of the past. There are no children living in the mountains who cannot climb trees. Even Song Yao is very skilled in tree climbing skills. Grandma Song glanced at Dad Song for a few times and did not pursue it further:

"When you poke the honeycomb, check the height. If it's too high, don't go up. The higher you go, the thinner the trunk becomes. If you don't have honey, you can still buy sugar. If you fall down, you can't go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy another one for you."

Father Song nodded repeatedly, almost swearing that he would definitely put safety first.

While there was still some time, he and Song Yao cleaned up the utensils together, and found a small jar to put the honey in.

Originally, the honeycomb was not big, and the method of extracting honey was the crudest one, which resulted in the loss of a part of the honey that could not be collected. Some of the honey was also stained on the tools, and in the end, only half a small jar was filled.

After packing it up, Song Yao held the small jar and carefully calculated how long it would be enough for the whole family to drink.

Father Song saw him calculating and said: "Yao'er, don't forget it. I'll give you all the honey. It's enough for a few days."

Song Yao shook his head: "Honey nourishes the body, grandparents should drink it more."

Father Song didn't understand this, but he understood his parents: "Your grandparents will definitely not be willing to drink it."

Song Yao also knew his grandparents well, so he became even more distressed.

Father Song also felt that since honey is a good thing, not only his son should drink it, but also his parents should drink it every day. He thought about how he would go looking for it today. Since most of these honeycombs build their nests in high places, even in At most, the low-level ones are recognized as wasps in another form, so they should be pretty easy to find.

If he got too much, he could try to sell it in the county, wouldn't it cost two yuan a pound? If it could really be sold, it would be worth a lot of money.

The more Dad Song thought about it, the more feasible it became. He even began to wonder whether he could raise bees, just like raising chickens. There was a pheasant in their chicken coop. When he first caught it, it was making a fuss and wanted to run away. Now it is fighting for food. More active than domestic chickens.

As for whether bees can be kept...

Chickens and bees both have wings, so they should be similar, right?

Song's father is here thinking about whether to bring two bees home to raise, and Song Yao is also worried.

In fact, Song Yao felt that his health was quite good, but he only got sick when he was young. He had not been to the hospital much since he was seven years old.

He firmly believes that the main reason why his family always thinks he is weak is that he is prettier than other children.

This is well-founded.

The older children in the village are not very willing to take him to play because of his good looks. They say he looks very brittle. When they play in the mud pit together, it doesn't matter to them when others jump. But when it is Song Yao's turn, they always feel that his face is in vain. It was very strange to have mud on his clean little face. No one dared to push Song Yao when playing games because he looked like he could be easily injured.

So until now, Song Yao can only play with his cousins. The family is always afraid that he will get sick and injured. They are reluctant to eat delicious food themselves and give it all to him, such as the honey this time.

But he can change other things. He looks good, but he can't be born again.

Thinking of this, Song Yao let out a long sigh.

Father Song was thinking happily when he saw that his son, who was so happy every day, sighed like a young adult, with a sad look on his face, and asked curiously: "Why are you so unhappy?"

Song Yao held her chin with her clean hands, frowned and said, "Hey...it's all my fault for being so good-looking."

When Dad Song heard this, he immediately picked up the topic and nodded in agreement: "Yeah, being too good-looking is not a good thing. Look at Dad, if he doesn't work for a little bit, he will be said to be unworthy. These people Really, is it my fault that I look good?”

Song Yao: "..."

He looked at his father's righteous face and bulging, muscular arms, but hesitated to speak.

Father Song didn't pay attention to the expression on his son's face. He touched Song Yao's pretty little face with emotion and said in a very guilty tone:

"It's all because dad and mom are good-looking. You have no chance of becoming ordinary."

Grandma Song, who was passing by while feeding chickens: "..."

She was very glad that Yao'er's mother had divorced this boy, otherwise she would have been worried to death for Yao'er's mother.

Rejoicing and rejoicing, she suddenly remembered that she was this boy's biological mother.

Grandma Song: "..."

Just worry about yourself.