The phone in Song Tan's pocket emitted a "beep," but she was busy herding a group of chicks and ducklings into the field, paying it no heed.
The bees were covered all over with fluffy pollen, and at the moment the fields buzzed with their activity, especially noisy.
The chubby bumblebee, struggling to flap its wings, could only barely maintain a low-level flight before heavily tumbling onto a Milk Vetch bloom.
For half a day, it didn't even stick its head inside the flower but almost dragged the delicate stem along, tilting to the side. Its wings trembled in panic, appearing particularly clumsy and pitiful.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh out loud, then pulled up a nearby fence and drove the chickens and ducks to an adjacent field that had already been stripped of its pollen.
It was early April, and without her interference, little grasshoppers and green worms of all kinds came out, attracted by the Spiritual Energy, their flesh tender and juicy.
