A Beekeeper in a Magical World

Chapter 62: Beekeeping for a Thousand Days, Using Bees for a Moment

Chapter 62: Beekeeping for a Thousand Days, Using Bees for a Moment

Artificial flower cultivation requires careful planning. You can't just randomly scatter seeds on the ground; it would lead to significant resource wastage and affect the future growth of flowers.

The distance between seeds needs to be well-managed to maximize flower growth within a limited space.

A planned flower field, compared to wild and barbaric flower clusters, is dense beyond imagination.

Of course, the number of flowers that can be planted per acre varies with different species, and the difference can be quite significant.

Having seen the appearance of Thunder Blossoms, Hua Mi could roughly determine the most suitable planting distance.

As for the depth of planting, he made judgments based on his own flower cultivation experience.

Early the next morning, Hua Mi, wearing his grandfather's hat and carrying some agricultural tools, crossed into the otherworld.

The sky was still dark.

Hua Mi unpacked the 25 bags of Thunder Blossom seeds, gathered them in a storage box, and moved everything into the greenhouse.

With over 20,000 seeds, planting them by hand would take an eternity.

He needed a shortcut.

And he had a plan.

Firstly, he planned the planting area.

He intended to start planting from the bottom right corner of the greenhouse, estimating that this area of about two acres could accommodate these over 20,000 seeds.

Roughly a 30mX40m section.

First, he cleared the area of rocks and weeds.

Then, he set up a signboard at the field entrance that read, "Thunder Blossom Zone."

Next up was the hand plow.

A small plow tool, improved over generations by the people of Huayu Town, specifically designed for flower fields.

One person could operate it. With rollers underneath and the angle of the plow head adjusted, pulling it forward would create a smooth furrow.

Of course, this kind of plow couldn't be used for planting crops because it couldn't create too wide or too deep furrows, only suitable for planting flowers.

Hua Mi estimated the planting depth to be around three centimeters.

No more than four centimeters; going deeper would hinder seed growth.

Plowing two acres of land was actually quite quick.

Hua Mi spent a little over two hours, plowing the entire area.

The land was covered with neatly arranged furrows, looking perfectly planned.

Now, how to evenly place the seeds in these furrows...

Being a beekeeper and a Forest Swift Bee speaker in the Black Forest, he naturally used bees.

"Beekeeping for a thousand days, using bees for a moment!"

Hua Mi opened the magic box, controlling three groups of Forest Swift Bees to fly out.

With the blessing of the Meditation Bead, he could easily control three groups of bees simultaneously.

Over 30,000 Forest Swift Bees, under Hua Mi's control, transformed into three streams of black smoke, buzzing and surging toward the storage box.

Thunder Blossom seeds were only the size of green beans, weighing just a fraction of a gram. An ordinary honeybee could easily carry it, let alone the more efficient Forest Swift Bees.

The little bees worked tirelessly, each carrying a seed.

Although 20 to 30 thousand seeds sounded like a lot, the strength of the bees made quick work, emptying the storage box in no time.

Divided into two teams—one carrying seeds, the other not—they all waited in the air for instructions.

Hua Mi took a moment to replenish his energy with honey water. Then, he controlled the bees carrying seeds to disperse evenly above the Thunder Blossom Zone, aligning with the furrows on the ground at regular intervals.

For this kind of organized formation, it was easier to control than the chaotic gathering for seeds earlier.

During this time, Hua Mi had discovered a pattern: giving commands that aligned with the bees' nature and were more concentrated or orderly made the execution simpler and required less mental energy.

For example, the current formation.

Commands that contradicted the bees' nature or were more scattered and chaotic were significantly harder to control, consuming more mental energy.

The bee swarm hovered steadily a few centimeters above the furrows.

After confirming perfect alignment, Hua Mi gave the command, and more than 20,000 bees simultaneously released the seeds, which fell into the furrows.

Perfectly even distribution.

This approach not only saved a considerable amount of time but also trained his mental focus and concentration, achieving two goals at once.

Hua Mi sat down for a moment, took off the hat to fan himself, drank some honey water, slightly recovering his mental energy, and then got up to fill the soil.

This step was also simple—pushing the soil on either side of the furrows back with his feet.

Easy, just need to be careful not to make it too compact.

This process took less than an hour to complete.

Although it was a bit hard on the shoes.

"With this, the seed burial is complete."

Hua Mi took a watering tool, watering two rows at a time, steadily moving along the traces of the buried furrows.

Flowers that bloom in cold seasons don't need to be watered too frequently, around once every ten days.

But this is under natural growth conditions.

Hua Mi wouldn't wait for them to grow at their own pace; he would use magical means to promote growth every day.

After watering the field, Hua Mi returned to the small wooden house.

The seven little ones had already arrived and had been to the greenhouse. However, at that time, Hua Mi was busy farming and didn't have time for them.

So, they came back to the wooden house to continue their cultivation work.

To promote growth, they relied on the magic of the pseudo-flower spirits and the green liquid.

After almost a month, over two hundred bottles of green liquid had been accumulated.

Although the generation speed of this green liquid was slow, about ten bottles could be accumulated in a day and night.

"Watering every day is a bit extravagant; it's definitely not sustainable. We can water every other day or every two days, supplemented by the magic of the pseudo-flower spirits..."

Hua Mi filled the sprayer with green liquid, and with the seven little ones, he went to the greenhouse.

First, he sprayed the green liquid.

Then, the seven little ones used growth-promoting magic.

They fluttered above the flower field, and sparkling dots fell from their wings, disappearing into the soil.

This time, it was a range-casting spell.

Hua Mi once again witnessed the magic's miraculous effects.

The soil churned, and light green shoots emerged intermittently.

The previously barren soil suddenly burst with vitality.

The seven little ones flew back, looking tired.

Casting a range spell on two acres of land, while specialized, was still a considerable burden for them.

"You've worked hard," Hua Mi said.

Tired, yes, but seeing the results of their work, they felt genuinely happy.

"Look at how cute they are."

"Hope they grow up quickly and produce lots of honey."

"I wonder what they'll taste like?"

...

These two acres of Thunder Blossoms were clearly not enough.

More seeds were needed.

At least another four or five acres needed to be planted.

So, the cultivation work had to continue.

But from now on, there was no need for storage. Every day's seeds would be planted directly in the greenhouse, supplemented

with green liquid and magic catalysis.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

Under Hua Mi and the seven little ones' care, the seedlings grew vigorously.

A week later, the initial two acres were already in bud.

On this day, the temperature reached a historic low, and the sky was dark and gloomy.

Hua Mi, as usual, finished his work in the greenhouse and returned to the wooden house.

Coincidentally, Hilia came to visit.

She held a bottle of potion in her hand.

"Is this just a few days... could it be she's really a genius?"

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