Chapter 5

There was no time to process the honey he brought back, so Song Yao got up an hour earlier the next day. Of course, he couldn't wake up naturally.

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

After all, in his eyes, he and 005 are a family (they can stay together every day), isn't it normal for family members to help wake him up? Grandpa, grandma and dad often wake him up, so Song Yao fell asleep in seconds after asking 005.

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

It: [……]

When it tried to wake Song Yao up the next day and received the other party's thanks and praise, 005 didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

Anyway, the network is disconnected here, and the producer can't control it, and the producer is unreliable (Producer:……), and it is estimated that he will not care even if he knows.

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

Before going to bed last night, Dad Song almost ran all over the village to spread (actually gossip) how ambitious and reliable Teacher Xiao He was. He felt that he had once again contributed to the education of the village and slept soundly. He turned a deaf ear to Song Yao's voice calling him to get up.

Song Yao was anxious and shook him: "Dad, get up quickly, we have to get the honey out, the beehive has been there for a day."

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

What his son just said flashed through his mind, what beehive, which beehive? Never mind, go to bed first.

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

Song's father closed his eyes and tried to respond: "Well... do it yourself, Dad went to talk to your uncles and aunts for a long time last night, and I'm so tired, let me sleep a little longer."

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

After he said that, he turned around and walked out. After walking two steps, Song's father's voice came from behind: "Wait."

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

"Awake." Song's father yawned, hugged him aside, squinted his eyes and picked up the clothes next to him and put them on: "Stinky boy, look how face you are, if you weren't my son, I wouldn't get up so early."

Song Yao complained in his heart: It's obviously for eating honey.

But no matter what, it's good for Dad Song to get up. The method of dealing with honeycombs that he learned from the learning system requires a knife. Song Yao has been controlled not to touch knives since he was a child. If Dad Song doesn't get up, he can only ask his grandparents.

Grandma Song just added two pieces of firewood to the stove. When she turned her head and saw Dad Song yawning, she was immediately surprised.

When did this lazy son get up so early?

She called her husband, and Grandpa Song looked up. When he saw his son, his eyes were also full of surprise.

Dad Song felt uncomfortable when his parents looked at him with surprise. He gently patted his son's head and asked, "What do you think the book says to do it?"

Song Yao read the honey extraction method carefully several times. After all, after flipping through it, they only had the tools in that method.

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

Actually, a knife is needed to cut honey, but the Song family obviously doesn't have one. Song Yao also knows that it is impossible for his family to make a new knife for such a small beehive, so he can just use the knife at home.

Although the course says that the efficiency and amount of honey extraction will decrease, the honey is free anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's less. Song Yao is very open-minded.

Although Song's father is sometimes unreliable, he has one advantage, that is, he never takes his children's words seriously like some parents do.

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

After Grandpa Song chopped the firewood, he went to Grandma Song to help her light the fire. He turned his head and saw a big and a small squatting in the yard, busying themselves, and scraping with the only kitchen knife in the family, and even taking out the basin from the family and putting it in the dustpan; Grandma Song accepted it well. She always felt that her son was too lazy. If this beehive could make the other party get up early, she would definitely let them poke it every day.

Song Yao had no idea what his grandparents were thinking. He was anxiously directing his father: "No, you have to cut this honey comb gently, cut it into small pieces, don't use too much force."

He wanted to do it himself, but it was impossible to use a knife.

The elders didn't think Song Yao would be naughty, but they were worried that he was young and had small hands, and it would be difficult to use the knife and hurt himself. At least before Song Yao was ten years old, he had to get permission from his parents if he wanted to use a knife.

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

He could only squat beside and gently press the honey comb that had already drained out the honey with chopsticks. Seeing that it was almost done, Song Yao looked at the chopsticks covered with honey and was so greedy that he tentatively put it into his mouth and tasted it.

"Hmm!"

The child's eyes lit up: "So sweet!"

Song's father, who was yawning while working, was alert: "Let me try it."

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

Song's father smacked it twice, his eyes also lit up, and commented:

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

Song Yao went to find another pair of chopsticks, dipped some on each, and ran to his grandparents: "Grandpa and grandma, try it, is it better than sugar?"

It was also the first time for Grandpa and Grandma Song to eat honey. They tasted it with freshness, but they didn't react as much as Song's father, but after tasting the sweetness, their eyebrows and eyes relaxed.

Grandpa Song was still concise: "Not bad."

Grandma Song: "This honey tastes better than sugar, but I don't know if it is nutritious. If it is good for the body like 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, and it can also moisten the lungs."

Grandma Song thought he saw it from the county government, and nodded: "Okay, I'll ask Doctor Wang again. If Doctor Wang says you can drink it, let your dad poke the beehive for you every day."

Doesn't this kid like to poke beehives? Let him poke enough in the future, which is also a way to give him something to do, so that he won't always think about how to be lazy every day.

Father Song, who never liked to work, got this job from Grandma Song, but he was not depressed. Instead, he happily agreed and promised to complete the task well: "I have seen this kind of bees on trees before, but the nests are usually very high, at least more than ten meters high, so I used to avoid them."

If the beehive is very high, it is difficult to run away, and you can only stay where you are. Father Song and his friends did not dare to poke this when they were young. Now he regretted it a little. If he had known that there was honey inside, he would have tried it.

But when he thought about it again, even if he had poked it when he was young, his son was not there at that time, and they did not know how to take the honey after poking it down, so he happily put this little regret behind his mind.

Grandma Song got to the point right away after hearing this: "How dare you climb such a high tree?"

Dad Song's body stiffened: "Well, it's not that high. If it's very high, we will just look at it and not climb it."

After all, it's a thing of the past. How can a child living in the mountains not climb trees? Even Song Yao is very skilled in tree climbing. Grandma Song looked at Dad Song for a few times and finally didn't pursue it:

"Look at the height when poking the beehive. Don't go up if it's too high. The higher the tree trunk is, the thinner it is. If there is no honey, you can buy sugar. If you fall down, you can't go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy you another one."

Dad Song nodded repeatedly, almost swearing to the sky 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 store the honey.

The beehive was not big to begin with, and the method of taking honey was the most crude one, which resulted in the loss of some honey and the tools were stained with some. In the end, only half of the small jar was filled.

After packing up, Song Yao held the small jar and calculated how long the whole family could drink it.

Seeing him calculating, Song's father said, "Little boy, don't calculate it. This honey is all for you to drink. It's enough for a few days."

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

Song's father didn't understand these things, but he knew his parents: "Your grandparents will definitely not be willing to drink it."

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

Song's father also felt that since honey was a good thing, not only his son should drink it, but his parents should also drink it every day. He thought about looking for it everywhere today. This kind of honeycomb is mostly built in high places. Even if it is in a low place, it will be mistaken for a wasp of another appearance at most. It should be easy to find.

If he gets too much, he can try to sell it in the county. Isn't it two yuan per catty? If it can really be sold, it will be a lot of money.

The more Song's father thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible. He even began to wonder whether he could raise those bees, just like raising chickens. There was a pheasant in their chicken coop. When they first caught it, it was clamoring to run away, but now it is more active in grabbing food than domestic chickens.

As for whether bees can be raised...

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

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

In fact, Song Yao felt that he was in good health. He was just sick when he was young. He had not been to the hospital since he was seven years old.

He firmly believed that the main reason why his family always thought he was weak was that he looked better than other children.

There was a basis for this.

Because he is good-looking, the children in the village are reluctant to play with him, saying that he looks very fragile. When playing in the mud pit together, they think it’s nothing when others jump, but when it’s Song Yao’s turn, they always think it’s strange to see mud on his white and clean face. When playing games, no one dares to push Song Yao because he looks like he can get hurt easily.

So until now, Song Yao can only play with his cousins. His family is always afraid that he will get sick or get hurt. 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 can’t be born again because he looks good.

Thinking of this, Song Yao sighed.

Song's father was thinking happily, when he saw his son, who was always cheerful, sighing like a little adult, with a worried look on his face. He asked curiously, "Why are you so unhappy?"

Song Yao held his chin with his clean little hands, frowned and said, "Hey... it's all because I'm too good-looking."

Song's father immediately took up the topic and nodded in agreement, "Yes, being too good-looking is not a good thing. Look at dad. If you don't work, people will say that you are good-looking but useless. These people are really stupid. Is it my fault that I am good-looking?"

Song Yao: "..."

He looked at his father's square face full of justice and his bulging muscular arms, and hesitated to speak.

Father Song didn't notice the expression on his son's face. He touched Song Yao's pretty face with emotion, and said with a guilty tone:

"It's all because Dad and Mom are both good-looking. You don't have the chance to become ordinary."

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

She was very lucky that the youngest son's mother divorced this kid, otherwise she would be worried about the youngest son's mother.

As she was feeling lucky, she suddenly remembered that she was the kid's biological mother.

Grandma Song: "..."

She should just worry about herself.