Super Zoo

Chapter 253 Please Resort to Reverse Psychology

Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, on a single vine blossom seven flowers, Ultimately, seven monkeys were made... Seven White-browed Gibbons swaying on the trees, Suming turned into an old man with a white beard, earnestly instructing them, hoping that they too could learn some wine brewing techniques.

Truth be told, Suming did not expect them to learn how to brew wine.

There was talk of Monkey Wine, but it seemed there was never any White-browed Gibbon Wine. Though White-browed Gibbons and regular macaques are both primates, they are after all different species. Suming felt they were closer to orangutans; if they could brew wine, then orangutans might as well make 'Orangutan Wine'.

However, if the White-browed Gibbons learned a few tricks and could imitate the macaques in brewing wine, they could potentially help with promoting the brewery in the future. That way, with both monkeys and gibbons, it wouldn't raise suspicion; onlookers would just think they were trained animals from a zoo.

Moreover, each White-browed Gibbon was carrying a bag of fruit on its back. They had had their fill of dinner and now couldn't snack anymore, which would just go to waste otherwise.

"Isn't that right, come on, at least follow along and learn a couple of moves."

Brewing wine is a technical task, and Suming didn't know how, so he couldn't use spiritual power to force them to brew. Besides, revolutionary work must rely on self-consciousness. If he forced them this time, what about next time? Surely he couldn't always be watching over them.

Despite Suming talking himself hoarse, the gibbons couldn't care less. They pouted their thick lips, flipped their eyelids to the sky, and swayed even more vigorously on the trees. Some even deliberately made faces at Suming.

"A bunch of bastards, I knew I shouldn't have brought you out! Next time I won't bring you out!" Suming pretended to threaten.

The threat didn't work either. Macaques are playful and clever by nature, while White-browed Gibbons' temperament can be described as mischievous with a hint of defiance, like a bunch of rebellious teenagers who do the exact opposite of what they're told, and if you push them too far, they explode.

"Or what, you don't want to brew wine, just sit there?" Suming tried a different tactic, thinking maybe if he told them not to do it, they might just insist on doing it.

"Oook oook oook..." The seven gibbons vigorously nodded at Suming without hesitation.

"Oh man..."

Suming finally gave up on verbal persuasion, realizing that ideological education was futile.

So, he projected a strand of spiritual power onto the Monkey King, employed the Soul Attachment Ability, and thought to himself that he would personally experience it first, learn the brewing techniques following the Monkey King, and then gradually attempt to teach the White-browed Gibbons. If it came to it, he would just have to learn whether they liked it or not, supervising during filming for promotional videos if necessary.

"What are they planning now?" Suming watched curiously.

He observed as they each moved to the mouth of the hollow, hooked their hind legs onto the bark around the opening, and hung upside down like golden hooks, emptying the fruit from their backpacks right into the hollow.

Soon enough, the hollow was filled with quite a bit of fruit.

Then, one by one, the gibbons hopped down from the tree and lined up according to their size in front of the hollow.

"Ook ook!" The gibbon at the front of the line suddenly pounded its fists fiercely into the pile of fruit in the hollow, splashing juice all around.

After a good while of pounding, the first gibbon seemed tired, its long arms dragging by its sides as it staggered to the end of the line, and then the next gibbon in line hammered at the hollow in the same fashion...

The gibbons' arms were very strong, and it wasn't long before a large portion of the fruit in the hollow was reduced to pulp.

"So, that's their plan." Suming chuckled, finding it tough for the creatures who had come up with such a tactic.

Since it was a matter of physical labor, and the gibbons weren't as strong as Su Meng who was idle anyway, he simply decided to join the queue in the gibbons' team, ready to help hammer the fruit. Find your next read at empire

Unexpectedly, when Su Meng approached, the gibbons persistently pushed him away, refusing to let him join in the work.

"Quite temperamental, aren't they? Alright then, if they don't want help, let them do it themselves." Suming laughed from the sidelines.

And so, the gibbons lined up in front of an old tree to smash fruit, while the macaques hung from another old tree catching them, both sides working fervently.

Soon, all the brought fruit was processed, and the first stage of wine-making was completed. Most of the fruit in the macaques' hollow was smashed open; in the gibbons' hollow, however, it was thoroughly mushed, like a pile of fruit puree.

"Let's get ready to go." Suming whistled, and a dozen large dogs immediately came back from all directions.

Huiya and the wolf dogs came running down from a steep slope of yellow stone, soaking wet and steaming.

"What's the matter, got boiled?" Suming blurted in surprise. In the middle of winter, why would they be steaming?