"Squeak, good wine~!"

The hair on the monkey's chin is wet with wine. It's not fairy wine, it's just muddy wine brewed by farmers in the riverside villages.

From the monkey's perspective, the most important thing about drinking is your mood, which can include sweet, sour, bitter, plain water, etc., allowing you to taste the world and savor the taste in your heart.

Monkeys have a different mentality and do not care about high or low class. For example, drinking tea with Lao Huixian at Zhuquan Temple, boiling a pot of water and adding a handful of crude tea, chatting and laughing, having a big bowl with a big drink to quench your thirst is the most enjoyable, and a nest of strange things is not too bad.

I like to drink slowly from a small cup.

The water vapor on the river bank is heavy, and the monkey hair on the body is covered with the fishy smell of the river water.

My ears moved slightly, and I heard footsteps coming from the mountain road behind me. The voice sounded like it was a woman. Her kung fu was sparse and ordinary, so she must be a martial arts ranger.

In the early morning, dew hangs all over the grass and leaves, and it is easy to get your shoes and trousers wet while walking.

Wearing light and powerful clothing, carrying a bamboo hat on his back and hanging a water bag on his waist, holding an ordinary iron sword, he is an extremely ordinary ranger, a nameless person.

The female ranger seemed surprised that there was a ferry by the river.

Hesitating slightly, he walked towards the small pier.

"Boatman, when did there be a ferry terminal here?"

"Squeak, I've just built it. Heroine, you want to cross the river? Make sure the boat is fast and stable."

A certain monkey was fishing in a coir raincoat without looking back, and his face could not be seen.

The female ranger frowned.

I don’t understand why the boatman speaks with a squeak, and his accent sounds non-local, like a foreigner.

Crossing the river...?

I remember that I have never been to the other side of the river since I was young.

Monsters are rampant in the water and the undercurrents are surging, making it difficult for a boat to cross. It is said that even the immortal cultivators are helpless. How can this dwarf, who looks three feet tall, ferry across the water? Just with that ordinary wooden boat? Could it be some liar and a water thief?

Pretend?

But what if it’s really a ferry?

Looking at the river from a distance, it is as calm as a mirror, with white mist curling up. What does it look like on the other side?

Thinking about the sadness, I suddenly want to take a gamble.

"How much does the boat cost?"

"Zhizhi, just leave anything you want, as much or as little as you like."

Hearing this, the female ranger nodded. The boatman had a profound idea.

"I want to cross the river, when will I start?"

"Squeak~ Let's go now. Please get on the boat and sit down."

The monkey was very happy. The first business came to his door. As long as there is the first one, there will be a second and a third one. Bai Zeng said that if you do everything carefully, you will always find something.

The female ranger walked onto the small wooden boat, sat down on the bow, and looked at the river with dull eyes, feeling sad...

Put the fishing rod away on the shore, grab the wine jar and take another sip.

"Zhizhi~Good wine!"

Picking up the oar modified with a golden hoop and wooden boards, he stepped onto the boat with his bow legs.

Give it a gentle push.

The wooden boat cut through the mirror and left the shore.

The monkey stood on the stern of the boat and paddled rhythmically, with an oar on each side. The wood made a squeaking sound when the wood rubbed against it. The oar entered the water and stirred up a small vortex to push it back. Then it came out of the water and slid forward against the calm water, bringing up a string of water droplets on the water.

Draw a ripple, then enter the water, and you can move forward over and over again.

Rowing is very interesting. When you pull your arms back, the paddle moves forward; when you row forward, the paddle moves backward. Use your arms, waist, and legs to coordinate your efforts.

If you look down from the sky.

The calm water surface, the faint white mist, and the cold river water are looming.

A small canoe made inverted V-shaped ripples, one after another towards the other side.

The picture is very artistic.

Perhaps the water vapor had blinded her eyes, so the female ranger looked at the vast mist with deep thoughts, and unknowingly burst into tears. The teardrops slid down the wooden board and shattered into pieces...

"Squeak, the river is very wide and the road is still far away. Just say what you have in mind. There is no one else around."

The monkey just finished speaking.

"Wuwuwu...why...why...wuwu..."

The female ranger couldn't hold back her tears.

At the stern of the boat, the monkey's solitary and ugly face was very confused. She didn't understand why the human being suddenly cried. She was obviously bored while crossing the river and asked her to talk. Why did she shed tears?

It was very quiet on the quiet and cool river, and the cries and sobs could be heard far, far away.

He picked up the wine jar and touched the female ranger's shoulder.

"Squeak, take a sip."

The female ranger facing the river grabbed the wine jar and drank fiercely. Her tears mixed with the wine. The monkey thought that what she drank must be bitter and get drunk easily. It would be better if she didn't fall into the river and drown. It would be hard to do after someone died on the boat. Bought and sold.

Until now, the female ranger has never seen the monkey's face.

When he was on the shore, he wore a straw hat and a raincoat with his back to fishing. When he got on the boat, he kept looking at the other shore, completely unaware that the boatman was a gray-haired wild monkey.

The monkey remembered what Bai Yujun once said.

"Squeak, when you are in the arena, you can't help yourself."

"When people are in rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves... When people are in rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves..."

The female ranger repeated eight words again and again, expressing her helplessness, desolation, and deep feelings.

"Thank you boatman."

"Zhizhi, you're welcome."

Hearing two squeaks that sounded like some kind of animal noise, the female ranger turned around. Her eyes were blurred with tears and she could not see clearly. She only thought that the boatman was short and a bit ugly. Who would take the risk of being a ferryman if he had the ability?

Wiping away my tears, my vision became much clearer, and I looked again...

I suddenly tensed up and stepped back! But behind me was the bow of the ship and there was nowhere to retreat!

"Monster...monster..."

"Squeak, sit tight and don't fall into the water. This river is full of water monsters, and they love to eat people."

"..."

It was still very quiet, only the squeaking sound of rowing could be heard.

The monkey bent down to pick up the fallen wine jar, raised his head and drank a few sips, smacking his lips. The burning feeling was very comfortable, and the gray fur that was wetted by the mist and became tangled looked like a hedgehog. We, the monkey demon, think of us as the hedgehog demon.

After a moment of silence, perhaps the female ranger thought about her sadness and became free and easy again. She turned her back to the monkey and looked at the river.

Once you think about it, your mood will naturally calm down.

"Why...you ferry?"

"Zhi, if you want to ferry, just ferry and make money to repair the dilapidated house."

"Repair a dilapidated house?"

The female ranger feels that monsters are indeed monsters, and their thoughts are completely different from humans.

To be able to ferry on this river that cultivators talk about with disgrace, one must have strong skills, and may even be in the realm of demons and immortals. It is really weird to ferry people to make money in order to repair dilapidated houses.

Once again I had nothing to say, I just felt that stepping on the ferry might be a life-changing choice.

The ferocious water monster of the past has disappeared.

No strange fish were seen either.

It feels unreal to walk calmly on the river.

I sat on the bow of the boat and thought wildly, wondering why the monkey demon didn't turn into a human form and show its handsome face since it was so powerful, but it still looked like a wild gray monkey.

Three feet tall, with a wrinkled and solitary face, deep and lively eyes, a full face of hair, a thunderous mouth, a sharp mouth with retracted cheeks and fangs extending outwards, a hunched back and bandy legs, and a brightly-colored tuft of gray hair. He is a little monkey. He grabbed the oar with his claws and rowed skillfully, steering the canoe towards the other side.

The monkey looks at the bow of the boat and the female ranger on the other side...

Look at both sides of the Taiwan Strait...

Look at the boat moving forward and the river flowing backward...

The heart is enlightened.

After a long time, we finally crossed the river, which was several miles wide, and reached the other side.

The female ranger breathed a sigh of relief.

I got up and jumped onto the pier but it still felt unreal. I felt like I was suddenly separated from the world. It was hard to describe. I looked through my pocket and found that I had no money and nothing but a sword. I looked embarrassed.
To be continued...