"But..."
Song Sancheng was still hesitating when he saw Song Tan already pulling open a frame to show him, covered densely with crawling bees.
The beehive that looked quite spacious in the autumn had now become cramped.
He was momentarily speechless.
After a while, he said regretfully, "When I lifted the cover to let them sunbathe each day, why didn't I think to check inside? I didn't even realize there were so many bees here now. Look at the mess..."
As he spoke, he hurriedly put the beehive down, "You give your mom a call, and I'll go fetch a cart of bricks. We need to raise the base of this beehive."
With that, he hurried down the mountain again.
[Great, great, after partition, there'll be more bees next year, which means more honey, right?]
[Exactly, as long as the yield is big enough, we won't worry about not being able to buy. ]
[Working overtime and saving up for next year's goodies]