Pet King

The wine monkey sprites had obtained ripened fruits, and the other monkeys were also extremely excited. All of them were craving for wine, like drunkards who hadn't tasted wine for many years.

It made sense. The fruit was most suitable for wine-making only when it was fully ripe. Otherwise, the sourness would be too high. In a year, only autumn was the season when the fruit ripened. How many months could the wine made from the fruits in autumn last in the hands of a group of drunkards? He was afraid that he would finish it in a few days.

The monkeys all gathered on the rubble, drooling as they looked at the wine monkey fiddling with the fruit. They didn't care about anything else in the outside world at all, just like human drunkards who were addicted to alcohol.

Zhang Zian also jumped onto the pile of rocks and stretched his neck to take a look. It turned out that the monkeys used the natural pits or holes on the surface of the rocks as natural wine cellars.

However, most of these wine cellars were empty, leaving only the aroma of fruit wine and a little residue of the fruit flesh. It was obvious that these drunkard monkeys were in a wine shortage period. No wonder they were willing to exchange everything they had for the humans in order to get the fruit. Once they got addicted, they would even dare to betray their own parents.

In order to satisfy their addiction to alcohol, some monkeys poured water into the empty wine cellar with dug-out wood, then lay on the stones and sipped the water that smelled of alcohol.

After all, the wine monkey was an elf. It was not that low. Its addiction to alcohol was the most serious, but it was a decent and particular drunkard. It could accept wine mixed with water, but as a drinker, it would never accept water mixed with wine.

It opened the best-shaped and most tightly sealed small wine cellar. There were some fruits in the wine cellar, and as soon as it was opened, the smell of wine wafted out. It was like the smell of ordinary people buying fruits and leaving them in room temperature and forgetting to eat them. The fruit would soften and release a soft smell, but it was more fragrant and intoxicating.

It poured all the fruits on its back into the small wine cellar, poked them with a branch, and mixed them evenly with the original fruits. It added some water, then covered them with stones seriously, and then used grass mud to paste the gap.

As for the tank top, it didn't return it to Zhang Zian. It looked at his clothes, then copied him and put the tank top on. The tank top was too long for it, so it looked like a skirt.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The monkeys were stimulated by the wine's fragrance and gathered around, staring at the wine cellar with eager eyes.

"Luan 'er! Get lost! The fruit was still the fruit! It's not wine!" The wine monkey threatened,"don't drink until winter is over and spring is here!"

It understood some of the principles of wine-making, but the other monkeys didn 't. Before the wine was finished, they might be able to bear with it, but now that they saw the wine cellar empty with their own eyes, they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to drink the wine, so they still surrounded each other and were on guard against each other.

Alcohol addiction had always been getting worse and worse, and so were these monkeys '. When the wine monkey first arrived, they didn't know what wine was. They laughed at it for being stupid when they saw it hiding the delicious fruits it collected in the stone instead of eating them. However, when spring came, when it unsealed the wine cellar, the intoxicating fragrance that drifted out simply hooked their souls away.

The wine monkey wasn't stingy, because it was boring to drink alone. It was good to have companions to drink with, so it generously distributed the fruit wine to the other monkeys and let them have a taste. The result was out of control. The monkeys were addicted to the fruit wine, but they didn't have a certain level of self-control like humans.

It couldn't be helped, this little bit of wine wasn't enough for everyone to drink, so the wine monkey ordered them to collect wild fruits to make wine.

The wine made from the fruits in spring was sour and bitter, as hard to swallow as horse urine. The wine made from the fruits in summer was slightly better, barely drinkable, but not delicious. The best was the fruits in autumn.

However, seeing that the harsh winter without fruits was about to arrive, how were they going to survive this long winter with their increasingly strong alcohol addiction?

The monkeys had no plan when they drank the wine, and they had no control. They would get drunk today and talk about the future later. Every time the wine was brewed, they would snatch it all away.

The fruits they had now could only make three or four bowls of fruit wine at most, which was not enough for everyone to share. The moment the wine cellar was opened in spring, everyone would fight for it.

They might not even be able to wait for spring half a year later. Looking at the situation, the monkeys who were addicted to alcohol smelled the wine and wanted to kill the chicken to get the eggs.

The wine monkey obviously had to protect the dignity of the wine. The things in the wine cellar were not wine at all, they were just rotten fruits. How could he waste such a precious gift?

It tried its best to explain to the monkeys, but it was no different from playing the zither to a cow. The drunkards who were addicted to alcohol would not listen to any explanation. If they were forced into a corner, they might even put a stone with the smell of alcohol into their mouths to chew, let alone a rotten fruit with the smell of wine.

This was not an exaggeration. It was said that once the drunkards of the combat race were addicted to alcohol, they would not even let go of the fighter's anti-freezing liquid. In 2016, there was even a piece of news that was hard to distinguish whether it was true or false. It said that the poor people in Irkutsk drank alcoholic shower gel as alcohol and that 55 people died from drinking it. The reason was that the label of the shower gel only said that it contained ethanol, but it actually contained the poisonous methane.

The manufacturer of the shower gel was actually quite wronged. When they produced it, they didn't think that someone would drink shower gel like wine ...

Therefore, once his alcohol addiction kicked in, there was no limit to what he could do.

This was the case for humans, not to mention monkeys.

Usually, the monkeys would respect the wine monkey because it could make wine, which was equivalent to mastering the core technology. They would respect it as their leader and listen to everything it said. But now, with their addiction acting up, even if their own parents were in the way of the wine cellar, they would still put righteousness before family.

The wine monkeys didn't seem to be good at fighting. In terms of combat power, they weren't much different from ordinary monkeys. They were pushed and shoved by the monkeys and were in a very sorry state. As long as it was pushed away from its original position, the newly sealed wine cellar would be opened by the monkeys, and the fruits with the smell of wine would be eaten. If it had insisted on resisting, the consequences might have been even more serious.

The elves shook their heads at the sight of the drunkard monkeys, especially famous. There was a time when it was also addicted to good wine and food. It couldn't help but feel scared when it thought about it. Maybe it had almost become one of these drunkards.

Zhang Zian was still counting on the wine monkey elf, the only one who could communicate with him, to lead the way. Of course, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing, so he suggested,""The man with the axe should have a lot of bars, right? The fragrant osmanthus wine was enough for everyone to drink. I'm going to find that person, why don't we all go together? Beat the local tyrants and split the good wine!"