"This winter is really a treat! I love winter," Lu Yuan said as he took out a glass jar and quietly filled a large bucket.
The amber honey in the transparent jar looked like an oversized gemstone,
sticky yet thick, exuding an enticing fragrance.
As someone who valued sustainable development, after filling several glass jars, he carefully sealed the bees' nest wounds with beeswax, then silently slipped away through the secret snow path.
Picking up a few leaves from the ground, he meticulously wiped his dagger clean: "Divine Equipment that can't be made in a hundred years must be well maintained."
Huge corn cobs, honey made by mutant bees, today's harvest was already substantial.
The other Extraordinary Plants were far away, at least a dozen kilometers' walk.
In truth, many mutated plants had already been eaten clean by the surrounding animals. What remained either had extremely high reproductive abilities but low nutritional value, making them commonplace,
