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Behind a small grove of redwoods was a trickling stream, some redwoods lying dead on the water, and the damp wood was covered with large patches of wild fungus.

On the shallows on both sides of the stream, there were quite a few tall and long tassels of plants that unexpectedly grew. Many mountain bees flapped their wings and buzzed around them.

Jin Xiaolou almost cried tears of joy. Lowering her head, she deeply kissed Lin'er's face and said to the infant who could not even speak: "Lin'er, our luck is really good!"

He raised his eyes and saw the translucent orange honey on the rock wall on the other side of the stream.

In the past, when she was engaged in scientific research, there was a time when there was a sudden rainstorm and the mountain roads were destroyed. She and the members of the research team were trapped in the mountains for half a month because of these wasps' honey.

At the edge of a cliff near a water source, there are often wasps nesting in the crevices of the cliff, and honey flows down the crevices of the cliff, which are high in protein and nutritious goods.

Jin Xiaolou came here specifically for Lin'er.

She himself could think of ways to eat his fill, but Lin'er needed to drink his milk, she didn't have milk, although he knew that some infants were allergic to honey, she wanted to give it a try. If Lin'er could eat this honey, then it would solve the biggest problem that Jin Xiaolou was facing.

However, what Jin Xiaolou did not expect was that the heavens would take good care of her. Other than honey, there were also a lot of wood ears, and what made her even more surprised was that the shallow-shelled plants were the wild rice!

She had spent three years researching hybrid rice. The most important thing for rice to grow well was to choose a good male sterile plant, and wild rice was a natural male sterile plant.

As long as she could obtain these seeds of wild rice, and bring them back to the villages to be artificially pollinated and bred with rice, Jin Xiaolou believed that in less than two years, she would be able to increase the yield of rice in the entire Wellhead Village by ten times.

Jin Xiaolou found a clean and flat rock in the surroundings and put down the Lin'er. She then pulled out a large fresh lotus leaf and covered the Lin'er's body, carefully covering her daylight and the mosquitoes.

He then picked up a large bundle of dead branches and walked towards the cliff.

The nest of the rock wasps was much larger than the average bee, three or four in a row, and hung upside down at the top of the cliff in a fan shape. Some vines hung down from the top of the cliff.

Jin Xiaolou casually threw away the dead branch and climbed up a rock with her bare hands for around a metre. She grabbed onto a vine and pulled downwards.

But she did not climb up from there. Jin Xiaolou jumped down to the ground and fished out a bamboo joint that was as thick as a thumb.

She covered the bamboo mouth with a small wooden lid, and opened the wooden lid. Jin Xiaolou lowered her head and blew lightly into the wood.

The day before yesterday, Jin Xiaolou suffered from the fire and remembered going to a museum once. That time, there was a display room in one of the museums that just so happened to display the evolution of the fire spark. Jin Xiaolou had seen the introduction of the fire piston before, her memory had always been good.

In the morning, when she had some time to spare, she went to the back of the house to chop a piece of bamboo in the little bamboo forest. She took advantage of the ceremony to secretly take a large stack of papyrus, rolled it up tightly, and stuffed it into the bamboo joint, lit it with flint, and blew it out, covering it with a specially made ventilating lid.

Every time he finished using the fire piston, he would only need to cover it with a lid. Next time, he had to open the lid and blow lightly, there would be sparks coming out.

Like this, Jin Xiaolou no longer had to worry about starting a fire every time.

Jin Xiaolou piled the dried branches together and ignited them with the fire piston. Wisps of green smoke rose up into the air, straight towards the hive on the cliff.

The bees in the nest, confused by the smoke, all left the nest to hide.

After about half an incense worth of time, Jin Xiaolou saw that the green smoke was gradually becoming smaller. She rolled up her sleeves and finally climbed to the top of the cliff.

Although she had smoked most of the bees away, when Jin Xiaolou brought the honey down, a lot of the bees' stings on her exposed arms and ankles were still there.

Red and swollen, it was a terrifying sight to behold.

Jin Xiaolou picked up Lin'er, wrapped the lotus leaves that covered the child up, and stuffed them into her bosom.

She was not in a hurry to apply the medicine. Putting the medicine and honey together, she glanced at the wild rice by the stream, then turned around and walked out of the forest.

When he returned to Wellhead Village, dusk had already entered Qingfeng, and the setting sun reflected on the thin willow branches in front of his door.

Every family had a peaceful and peaceful life, and only miserable wails and cries could be heard from their homes …

The moment Jin Xiaolou pushed open the door and entered, a shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and a smelly clay figure crawled in front of her. Jin Xiaolou was shocked, she hugged Lin'er, afraid that the person in front of her could injure her child, and subconsciously raised her leg to kick.

The mud monkey on the ground cried and turned, revealing a tear-filled little face, it was Jin Xiaofeng.