Rebirth in 1984, starting from beekeeping in the mountains

Chapter 5: Startling the Mountain Chicken, Collecting Eggs
It took half an hour to come out of the rocks where the beehive was dug and return to the area near the place where the bees were initially lured.

Before, we had to lure bees, find bee paths, locate beehives, dig nests and extract honey...

It has greatly consumed his physical strength.

Not to mention that when I returned this time, there was half a basket of honey combs in my backpack.

After putting it on his shoulders, Fang Hongan found that his previous speculation might be a bit conservative.

These eight beehives, including honey and combs, weigh at least 40 kilograms!
Coupled with the hoe, sickle and other equipment in his hands, these burdens seriously affected Fang Hongan's return speed.

"In the final analysis, it's because I didn't take in enough meat protein, my body was too weak, and I just kept doing it recklessly. Over time, it damaged my body!"

"In the future, you must not only improve your diet, but also pay attention to your body management. You must not be like in your previous life, dying in your fifties and becoming a waste waiting to die in your sixties!"

"Since I have a second chance to live, I must live happily and healthily with Wenxiu until I am 100 years old!"

Lan Wenxiu's shy and sweet face appeared before his eyes, and Fang Hongan suddenly felt strong again. His body straightened and his steps became firm and powerful again.

Because few people visit, there is no such thing as a road in Mashiling. Fang Hongan initially wanted to go back to the place where he lured the bees and then return along the same route.

When I was looking for the bee trail, my attention was focused above my head, so I naturally didn't remember much about the road under my feet.

When I walked back, I found that I had taken the wrong road.

Unfortunately, when they discovered it, the place where Fang Hongan was and the place where the bees were lured seemed very close, but there was a patch of prickly moss in between that was impossible to cross.

Fang Hongan gave up the idea of ​​returning the same way and headed down the mountain, following the easy-to-walk route.

In this way, walking is naturally no problem, but because of unfamiliarity, sometimes when you get to the front, you will find that the road is blocked and you have to go back.

After going around in circles and wasting a lot of time, I finally saw the way down the mountain.

However, although he saw the road, what Fang Hongan saw in front of him was a steep slope at least two meters high, and at the bottom of the slope was a whole field of thorny moss.

Fortunately, there was a towering rock nearby. Fang Hongan climbed up, stood on tiptoe to look around, and soon found a passable route.

Coming down from the rock, Fang Hongan went around from the right side and split a patch of unknown trees and bushes. A small earth slope half a meter high appeared in front of him. Under the earth slope was a patch of thatch. Following the thatch forward, the road down the mountain could be easily reached.

Fang Hongan tightened the backpack and jumped down from the slope.

"puff!"

After landing, there was a dull sound as he stepped on the thatch.

Fang Hongan steadied his body and prepared to continue walking.

But suddenly——

With a whoosh, a mottled figure suddenly flew up from the thatched grass in front of Fang Hongan's right, and with a whoosh, it turned into a black shadow and landed on a tree in the distance.

"This is……"

"Pheasant!"

Fang Hongan took a quick look and quickly realized that this should be a pheasant that was startled and flew away by his jump just now.

Although there was no ban on guns and hunting in the 1980s, pheasants were quite common wild birds in the mountains around Shiwan Village, and it was common to see them when working in the fields or chopping wood.

After a slight surprise, Fang Hongan looked at the figure on the distant branches and couldn't help thinking to himself that it would be great if he had a hunting rifle at this moment.

Although pheasant meat is tough, it is not only delicious but also very nutritious when stewed into soup.

His wife, Lan Wenxiu, is already four months pregnant and needs a pheasant to nourish her body. "When we get back, we must find grandpa's old hunting rifle when we have a chance!"

Fang Hongan's grandfather was an old headhunter in Shiwan Village. When he was in his 60s, he often went into the mountains to hunt rabbits and birds, with a hunting rifle and a homemade gun in his hands.

Fang Hongan remembered that after his grandfather passed away, the earthen gun was taken away by his uncle's family and sold secretly, but the hunting rifle should have been kept in the old house by his grandmother!

After being reborn, Fang Hongan wanted a stable happiness and did not want to pursue hunting as his main career.

Tianmang Mountain is not as primitive and vast as the Greater Khingan Range in the northeast. There are no ferocious beasts such as tigers and blind bears, but there are many wild boars that can knock over people.

Fang Hongan had been with the old man since he was a child. He had heard of and seen many hunting tragedies that had occurred in these mountains. Even on the body of the old man who had roamed the mountains all his life, he had seen several shocking wounds with his own eyes.

But since I was reborn in this era, I can't just leave the treasure mountain untouched.

In those days, supplies were scarce. Unless it was a festival or a holiday, people had to wait until market day to buy meat and protein. Not only was it inconvenient, but the prices were also not cheap.

As long as you can ensure your own safety, why not go into the mountains occasionally to "purchase some goods"?

Anyway, it’s not a main job, just a pastime and a choice!

Thinking of this, Fang Hongan had already made some plans in his heart.

However, given the current situation at home, there is no rush to make these plans. The first thing to do is to get the business of digging beehives and raising bees started.

Fang Hongan was about to leave, but when he glanced at the wild tree where the pheasant was resting, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The pheasant was still up there, and judging from its posture, it seemed to be looking over here.

"Could it be that……"

Fang Hongan's heart moved, and he turned around and walked towards the direction where the pheasant had jumped out.

After walking about ten meters and looking around carefully, Fang Hongan found his target. He walked quickly to a patch of dense thatch, leaned over, and pulled apart the thatch with his hands. He soon found traces of the fluff nest.

Following the traces and exploring inside, Fang Hongan's breathing suddenly stopped.

In the pheasant nest made of dry grass and debris in front of him, there was a lot of pheasant eggs lying there, some white, some brown, and some dark blue. Fang Hongan counted them silently, and there were as many as 8 of them.

Fang Hongan picked up one of them. There was still a warm feeling on the egg. He confirmed that the pheasant that he had scared away just now flew out from here.

Fang Hongan picked up the pheasant eggs, placed them one by one in front of his eyes, and looked at them under the scorching sun above his head.

Under the strong sunlight, the eggshells were visible, and each egg was a mess without even a trace of blood.

It is obvious that these pheasant eggs were laid not long ago and the embryos have not yet fully developed.

In this case, of course, you can take everything away.

"What a pleasant surprise!"

"It's a good thing we took this detour!"

Hearing the pheasants' anxious cries, Fang Hongan didn't hesitate at all and put all the pheasants, including the nest and eggs, into the bamboo basket.

Although we didn't catch the pheasant, these eight pheasant eggs are no worse than one pheasant.

Imagining the delighted expression on his wife Lan Wenxiu's face after seeing the pheasant eggs and honey, Fang Hong packed his bag, stood up and quickened his pace...

(End of this chapter)