Super Zoo

Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on a vine, seven rubbing babies... Seven white-browed gibbons were hanging on the tree, and Su Ming became a white-bearded grandfather, teaching them earnestly, hoping that they could also learn some winemaking techniques.

To be honest, Su Ming didn't expect them to learn how to make wine.

I only heard of monkey wine, but there seemed to be no gibbon wine. Although gibbons and ordinary macaques are both primates, they are different species after all. Su Ming thinks they are closer to orangutans. If they can make wine, then orangutans can also make "orangutan wine".

However, if gibbons learn a few tricks and imitate the way macaques make wine, they can also help to promote the winery in the future. In this way, with monkeys and gibbons, it is not easy to arouse suspicion. Outsiders will only think that they are deliberately trained by the zoo.

And each gibbon also carries a bag of fruit. They had dinner in the evening and can't eat it now, so it's a waste if they don't use it.

"Isn't that the truth? Come on, come on, at least learn a few tricks from me."

Winemaking is a technical job, and Su Ming doesn't know how to do it, so there is no way to force them to make wine with mental power. Besides, revolutionary work depends entirely on self-consciousness. If he forces them this time, what will happen next time? Su Ming can't be watching every time.

Unexpectedly, no matter how much Su Ming talked, the gibbons ignored him completely. They pouted their thick lips, looked up at the sky with their eyelids, and swayed more vigorously on the trees. Some even deliberately made faces at Su Ming.

"A bunch of bastards, I knew I wouldn't bring you out! I won't bring you out next time!" Su Ming pretended to threaten.

Even threats didn't work. The macaques have a quirky personality, while the gibbons have a bit of hostility in their stubbornness, just like a group of rebellious young people. If you ask them to go east or west, you have to chase chickens when you beat dogs. If you say it harshly, they will still get angry.

"Or, why don't you just stay here and not brew wine?" Su Ming changed his mind. Maybe they would just do it if he told them not to?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The seven gibbons kept nodding at Su Ming.

"I'll go..."

Su Ming finally gave up the talk therapy. It seemed that the ideological education method was useless.

So he separated a ray of mental power and used the soul attachment ability on the monkey king. He thought that I would experience it myself with the monkey king first and learn the brewing technology. Later, I would slowly try to pass it on to the gibbons. I would have to learn it even if I didn't want to. At most, I would be there to supervise when shooting promotional videos in the future.

As soon as the soul attachment ability was turned on, Su Ming felt dizzy. It would be strange if he didn't feel dizzy. The old monkey king was hanging upside down on the tree and was still swinging.

A fist-sized peach whizzed in front of him like a small cannonball, and was about to hit his eyes. Su Ming subconsciously raised his head and shouted "Oh my God..." Before he finished speaking, the old monkey king grabbed the peach like lightning and threw it into the tree hole.

After experiencing it personally, I can feel that the old monkey king has eyes and ears, and his hand speed is so fast that it is simply scary. Su Ming couldn't help but praise: "It's amazing! You guys are not bad, Xiaokong, your strength has become very big now..."

I never expected that Su Ming would praise the macaques so casually, but the gibbon over there would not do it after hearing it!

The four gibbons jumped down from the tree, holding the fruits in each other's schoolbags behind them, and threw them at the gibbon hanging on the tree; the gibbon on the tree hung on the tree with one arm and imitated the macaque to catch it.

"Oh! I understand!" Su Ming was slightly stunned, and then he suddenly realized it.

This group of gibbons have been holding their breath to compete with the macaques. They are not convinced when they hear me praising the macaques. They want to prove that they are more powerful than the macaques!

The ancient sages were not afraid of the factional struggles among the ministers, but hoped that there would be factional struggles in the court. As long as the harm of factional struggles can be controlled within a certain range, it can inspire the enthusiasm of both parties and work harder for the court.

This is the case with the macaques and gibbons now.

"Gibbones are not bad, keep it up!" Su Ming said deliberately.

The gibbons proudly bared their teeth at the macaques, and the macaques also squeaked and called out, speeding up the speed of brewing wine, and fruits flew in the air, making it like a fruit war.

"Well, it turns out that the macaques are more powerful!" Su Ming said thoughtfully.

"Ah, ah, ah...ah..." The gibbons' fighting spirit suddenly rose, and their anger value soared!

But to be honest, the macaques were indeed much stronger. Although the gibbons were also very agile, they were novices after all, and there was no "old expert" like the old monkey king to lead the team. Those who smashed the fruits often smashed them in the wrong direction, throwing them into the forest, or directly hitting the heads and stomachs of the gibbons on the trees, making them scream; or the gibbons on the trees could not catch them, and they stretched out their hands to grab nothing, and they were in a mess after a few moves.

After a while of "competition", the fruits on the macaques' side were basically thrown into the tree hole, while those on the gibbons' side were basically not thrown in, and rolled all over the ground.

The gibbons also discovered this, and soon changed their strategy, all climbing up the branches and squatting in a row.

"What are they doing?" Su Ming looked curiously.

I saw them climb to the entrance of the tree hole one by one, hanging the bark of the hole with their two hind legs, and then hanging upside down, pouring all the fruits in the schoolbags behind them into the tree hole.

Not long after, there were a lot of fruits in the tree hole.

Then the gibbons jumped down from the tree one by one, and lined up in a long line in front of the tree hole according to their size.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The gibbon standing in the front suddenly punched the pile of fruits in the tree hole with his fists. The juice of the fruits inside splashed everywhere.

After fighting for a while, the first gibbon seemed a little tired. Its two long forearms dragged on both sides of its body. It swayed and moved away, and went around to the end of the team. Then the second gibbon did the same thing and hammered the tree hole fiercely...

The gibbon's arms were very strong. Before long, most of the fruits in the tree hole were hammered into pieces.

"So that's how it is." Su Ming smiled. He was also embarrassed by these guys. He actually came up with such a trick.

Since it was a physical job, no matter how strong the gibbon was, it was not as strong as Su Meng. Anyway, Su Meng was idle, so he simply lined up in the gibbon's team and prepared to help hammer the fruits together.

Unexpectedly, when the gibbons saw Su Meng coming, they pushed him out and refused to let him join the work.

"They have a bad temper. Forget it. Since they don't want to help, let them do it themselves." Su Ming laughed.

So, the gibbons lined up in front of an old tree to smash the fruits, and the macaques hung on another old tree to catch the fruits. Both sides worked hard.

Soon, all the fruits brought were processed, and the first stage of winemaking came to an end. Most of the fruits in the macaque tree hole were smashed; while the fruits in the gibbon tree hole were mushy, like a pile of fruit paste.

"Get ready to go." Su Ming blew a whistle, and more than a dozen big dogs came back from all directions.

Gray Fang and the wolfdog brothers ran down from the Yellowstone slope, wet all over, and still steaming.

"What's wrong? Were they cooked?" Su Ming was stunned. How could they be steaming in the winter?