Chapter 52 The Monkey King, Please Drink Monkey Wine
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Wipe the bamboo floor clean with a cloth, cool the wolfberry on it, then take out the yam, clean it, peel it with a bone knife, chop it into sections and throw them into the stone pot.
Add crocodile meat and crocodile bones, add water, add wild ginger, add yam, and simmer over low heat.
After that, he went to the cave, punched holes in the pickled crocodile meat with a bone drill, threaded a rope through it, carried it out of the cave one by one, and hung it under the eaves of a small bamboo building for ventilation and cooling.
Take your time, take your time, take your time, this is the leisurely life in the mountains and wilderness.
There is no fast pace of modern cities, no comparisons, no pressures, and no need to save money to buy a house or a car just to get a wife... because there are no women here at all.
Of course, there are no various entertainment programs here, so you must learn to endure loneliness, tolerate loneliness, and work hard to find things that make you feel happy.
For example, train, work hard to make yourself stronger, and work hard to climb to the top of the food chain.
For example, look for food, expand your own recipes, and increase your happiness.
Of course, raising some small pets and petting them is also a way of entertainment.
Just like he is now, lying on the bamboo chair, watching the sunset over the lake and mountains, eating fresh fruits, petting the big golden cat, his life is gradually becoming more nourishing.
It's a pity that the little fur ball likes to stay on the roof of the bamboo building. It's like suffering from persecution paranoia. Except for eating and sleeping, it basically squats on it at other times.
If the sun is too bright, it will squat on the treetops of the grove at the back of the mountain, using leaves to block the sun. After all, its fur is very long and it is difficult for it to dissipate heat.
Precisely because its hair is relatively long, Yun Buliu feels it is more comfortable to stroke it.
Although it occasionally discharges electricity, he is no longer afraid of it. Although he will still twitch involuntarily after being shocked.
But at least now he is no longer foaming at the mouth or incontinent.
As for the little white snake, this lazy guy will show up when he is hungry and like to crawl into his arms when sleeping. At other times, he basically sleeps on the wicker chair.
My body is getting longer and fatter day by day, my appetite is getting better and bigger day by day, but my temper is also getting better day by day, and I actually don’t like being masturbated by him anymore.
Thinking about it, the little milk tiger is better. Although he is a bit more lively, he always likes to hide in the grass when he has nothing to do, and is chased by those silly and brave people in Goose Village. He screams and jumps all over the ground.
But at least this silly cerebellar ax has added a lot of fun to his life.
A few days later, Yun Buliu went to the orchard again and had a fight with the golden monkey king.
This time, they did not fight in the orchard, but in the open space in the dense forest to the north of the orchard.
Without the constraints of the orchard, there was no need to worry about destroying the orchard. The golden monkey king's fighting power was fully activated, and the black stick was danced by him until there was only an afterimage left.
For a moment, it really forced Yun Buliu to get into a hurry.
Fortunately, a quarter of an hour later, Yun Buliu took the initiative. He pressed the tiger fangs in his hand and easily broke its crazy monkey stick technique, making it no longer so coherent.
He discovered that once the monkey's black stick became less coherent, its lethality dropped sharply.
An hour later, one person and one monkey fell on the grass, breathing heavily.
The little fur ball was squatting on a fruit tree in the distance, disdainful of the fruits on the tree. The surrounding monkeys did not dare to do anything to it, and even stayed away from it.
When the little milk tiger saw them stop, it screamed and ran towards Yun Buliu.
The golden monkey king stood up and squeaked a few times toward the orchard. He saw a monkey coming over with two rounded bamboo tubes and handed them to him. He threw one of them to Yun Buliu.
Yun Buliu took the bamboo tube and shook it. There was a sound of water inside.
He looked at the monkey in surprise. The monkey picked up the bamboo tube, pulled out the plug on it, then put it to his mouth and drank. After taking a few sips, it signaled Yun Buliu to drink too.
Afraid that Yun Buliu wouldn't understand, he repeated the action of drinking water and demonstrated it to him.
Yun Buliu was amazed by the monkey's wisdom. He didn't expect that they actually knew how to use this simple tool, using bamboo tubes to hold water.
He pulled out the stopper on it, which was a piece of wood wrapped in withered grass.
As soon as the stopper was pulled out, the aroma of fruit and alcohol came out of the bamboo tube.
"Is this monkey wine?" he asked involuntarily and looked at the Monkey King.
Monkey wine basically only exists in legends. It has appeared in many film and television works, but it is impossible to see it in reality.
Yun Buliu didn't expect that the monkey king would actually give him this thing.
Now it seems that those monkeys picked so many fruits and returned them, probably a large part of them were used to make fruit wine.
So, how much monkey wine did they store?
He weighed it slightly and estimated that the bamboo tube weighed about one pound or two.
Monkey obviously didn't understand Yun Buliu's question, he just looked at it eagerly, as if he wanted him to drink the fruit wine in his hand.
Originally, he wanted to go back and find some fools from Goose Village to give it a try first, but when he saw the Monkey King's earnest eyes, he knew that he was a bit like "taking the heart of a villain to judge the belly of a monkey."
He carefully pointed at the opening of the bamboo tube and took a sip.
The next moment, a sweet smell spread in his mouth. The taste of alcohol was very light and more fruity. It seemed that there were all kinds of fruits. The taste was mellow and smooth, and he couldn't help but take another big sip.
Seeing Yun Buliu's movements, the monkeys on the side jumped and squeaked, looking very happy and proud, scratching their ears and cheeks, and grinning.
That little appearance made Yun Buliu couldn't help but laugh, and he gave it a thumbs up, "Awesome! I like it very much!" After a pause, he added: "I'll come see you again in a few days, and I'll bring you some.
Here comes the barbecue, I hope you like the taste of the barbecue."
The monkey obviously didn't understand what he meant. He raised the bamboo tube, gestured to it, and then took another sip of the wine in the bamboo tube.
The monkey jumped with joy, squeaked, and started drinking too.
After sitting with the monkey for a while, Yun Buliu talked to himself, then stood up and left. He picked up some more fruit and turned around to leave with the remaining half of the fruit wine in the bamboo tube.
As soon as I climbed up the stone beam, I heard the roar of a bear coming from the forest to the north.
The little fur ball squatting on his shoulder started to babble, and Yun Buliu almost picked it up and threw it out, but fortunately it didn't discharge.
The little milk tiger standing at his feet was startled and could not help but tremble.
But maybe he saw that the other party seemed to be far away and there were people supporting him, so he stretched his neck and screamed at the dense forest in the distance.
At the edge of the orchard, a golden monkey held a black stick and shouted "bluff, bluff, bluff" at the forest.
Gradually, the bear's roar faded away.
Yun Buliu glanced at the dense forest to the north, turned and left.
He felt that it was necessary to find time to meet the big black bear in the dense forest to the north.
The golden monkey dared to confront it and bared its teeth at it. Since I could beat the golden monkey, there was no reason to be afraid of the big black bear!
As the sun set, their figures drew a long reflection on the stone beams.