Changan knew it was a medicinal herb as soon as she heard the name.
She held the Ganoderma lucidum with both hands and tried to pull it out, but it was very strong and she couldn't pull it out.
"Changan, what are you doing?"
Goudan came over, curiously watching the little kid pulling out the radish, rubbing his hands and eagerly said, "Let me do it."
Changan nodded and stepped aside.
Goudan pulled for a while, but still couldn't pull it out, so he had to say, "It would be better if you brought a shovel."
Changan was afraid that he would pull out the cloud cover, so he pulled Goudan aside and said, "Uncle, pull it out."
Goudan scratched his head, "Well, Uncle San is strong, he will definitely pull it out."
After a while, Song Sanshun came over with a small hoe.
"Uncle! Pull out the Ganoderma lucidum!" Changan waved to Uncle San.
"What?" Song Sanshun thought he had heard it wrong, so he walked over quickly and looked in the direction of his niece's finger, and saw a Ganoderma lucidum as long as a child's forearm lying on the ground.
Song Sanshun widened his eyes and rushed over in disbelief.
"Oh my god! It's really Ganoderma lucidum!" He touched it with trembling hands and pinched his thigh hard.
It was not a dream, Changan and his friends really found a big Ganoderma lucidum.
Look at this cloud cover, it is very fresh, it should be grown this year, and the price given by the medicine shop is also high.
Song Sanshun took out the kitchen knife from his waist and dug out the Ganoderma lucidum bit by bit. He
took off his coat and wrapped the Ganoderma lucidum.
"Let's go! Go home!" He put the coat wrapped with Ganoderma lucidum into his arms, smiled with teeth showing, and excitedly pulled Changan back.
Changan didn't want to leave, pointing at the beehive on the tree and shouting: "Honey! Honey!"
"Uncle knows, we have to go home and get something to get it." Song Sanshun picked up his niece and walked back: "That thing stings people, you kids can't stay here. Don't worry, uncle will definitely let you eat honey today."
Changan was relieved, looked at the beehive, and said: "Uncle raises bees."
Song Sanshun understood what his niece meant, and sighed, "We can't keep them alive."
Although honey is precious, beekeeping requires knowledge, and there is only half a year to collect honey, and the other half of the year you have to spend a lot of honey water to feed them. If you are not careful, the bees will get sick and die, which is not cost-effective.
Song Sanshun stopped watering the millet seedlings, poured the locust flowers into a bucket, put the niece into another empty bucket, picked up the bucket, and called Goudan and Xiaochutou to go home.
Seeing that their master had left, Huahua and Gouzi also jumped out of the bushes and ran back.
Meeting Song Laoliu on the way, Song Sanshun shouted, "Brother Liu, come with me to collect honey."
Song Laoliu and his wife were watering the crops in the field. Hearing this, he agreed and followed Song Sanshun home with a bucket on his shoulder. It takes
a lot of preparation to collect beehives, not only a bucket with a lid, but also a few more clothes, a basket with a head cover, and a few handfuls of straw.
If the beehive is on a tree or a mountain wall, you also need to prepare a climbing rope.
After returning home, Song Sanshun and Song Laoliu packed up their things and went out.
"Be careful." Mrs. Wu said worriedly, "Don't get stung by bees."
Song Sanshun waved at his wife, "It's okay, it's not like I haven't done it before." Chang'an
ran over and grabbed his uncle's clothes: "Squat down."
Song Sanshun had to stop and squat down: "What's the matter?"
"My uncle wears it." Chang'an took off the string of copper coins hanging around his neck, hung it around his uncle's neck, and said seriously: "Bees won't bite."
Song Sanshun smiled and rubbed his niece's head: "Thank you, Chang'an."
Chang'an was satisfied, and went back to make clay figures with Goudan and the little hoe. Wu mixed a bowl of dough and picked the locust flowers to make a locust flower oil cake.
The two pig trotters that Xiaochutou's mother sent in the morning were also stewed in the pot by her. They were slowly simmered with soybeans. The fragrance wafted out, attracting the three children in the yard to swallow their saliva.
More than an hour later, Song Sanshun finally came back.
He walked into the yard with two wooden barrels, smiling, followed by Song Laoliu, whose face was swollen like a pig's head.
Goudan was stunned. He looked at Song Laoliu for a long time and didn't recognize that this was his father.
He saw that his upper lip was swollen and his eyes were swollen, but he still wanted to smile, which scared Goudan and Xiaochutou.
"Chang'an, come and taste the honey." Song Sanshun called his niece and two friends: "Goudan and Xiaochutou are here too. Thanks to you for finding the beehive today."
He opened the lids of the two wooden barrels, and saw that each barrel was filled with several large pieces of beehives. Thick honey flowed out of the beehives, and a strong aroma of locust flower honey came to his face.
Chang'an lay down beside the wooden barrel, wiped it with his fingers and put it into his mouth, and his little face was immediately filled with joy.
The report in his mind: [Sophora japonica honey, sweet and mild in taste, enters the spleen and stomach, can eliminate fatigue, antibacterial and anti-inflammatory, anti-oxidant, improve immunity, and enhance gastrointestinal function. It is contraindicated for infants and young children, and is contraindicated for those with coughs, sore throats, and diarrhea.]
Goudan and Xiaochutou also lay down beside the wooden barrel, imitating Chang'an in smearing honey with their fingers.
Song Sanshun ignored them and discussed with Song Laoliu what to use to store the honey.
There was so much honey, about twenty pounds, that it would take several small jars to hold it.
"I have two pickle jars at home, why not use that one?" Song Laoliu said. Song Sanshun
shook his head: "No, it will taste bad, I'll buy a few new jars, anyway, it's not expensive."
Then he went to the house to get some copper coins and walked quickly out of the yard.
There was a family in their village who could make ceramics. They often opened a kiln to make some ceramic bowls and pots to sell at the market. Their family made coarse porcelain, so the price was very cheap.
After a while, Song Sanshun came back with a few small jars, washed them with water, and dried the moisture on the fire, and filled them with honey together with Song Laoliu.
They cut the honeycomb and let the honey flow into the jars.
The process was very slow, but the two of them were talking and laughing while doing things, which was quite relaxing.
"I'm just confused? Why don't the bees sting you? Why do they sting me instead?" Song Laoliu was puzzled. He
was busy running away before and didn't have time to ask. Now his face is swollen and uncomfortable, and he feels wronged when he thinks about it. It
was obviously not him who went up to get the honey, but the bees chased him and stung him. Even though his head and face were wrapped tightly with clothes, he was still stung several times.
Song Sanshun touched the two copper coins on his neck and smiled: "I'm lucky. The bees don't want to sting me."
"Humph." Song Laoliu rolled his eyes.
There were six jars of honey, each containing about three pounds of honey.
Song Sanshun gave two jars to Song Laoliu and one to Xiaochu, after all, it was he who found the beehive.
He kept another jar to give to the clan leader and kept two jars for himself.
The rest was some beeswax.
Song Sanshun put the beeswax into a sack and then put it into a large pot filled with water and boiled it. When the water boiled, the wax gradually melted and slowly floated to the surface.
Scoop out the yellowish layer of beeswax on the top and put it into another pot for a second boil, and finally it became wax oil.
While the wax oil is not solidified, pour it into a thick bamboo tube, in which a wick made of twisted cotton thread has been placed in advance.
In order to prevent the wick from deviating, it is tied with a branch and firmly fixed in the middle of the bamboo tube.
When the wax solidifies, break the bamboo tube and a thick candle is ready. (End of this chapter)