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Animal brewing differs from chanical human processes, not just in terms of raw materials and technology, which are subjective factors, but also the location of brewing and the surrounding environnt play a significant role.
For example, using the sa brewing materials and techniques, there would certainly be a taste difference between wine brewed next to a toilet pit and wine brewed beside an ancient spring of a thousand years...
This had no scientific basis and was purely Suming's own speculation... He felt that wine was the essence of grains, and if it could be fernted in an auspicious location, perhaps it could even absorb so essence of the sun and moon or the spiritual energy of the earth and heavens.
The place the Monkey King had chosen was located on a mountain top about three to four hundred ters high, in the upper middle part of it. There weren't many trees around, but those that were there were very thick, nearly all requiring two people to encircle them, and with canopies spreading like umbrellas, blocking most of the moonlight, while specks of light filtered through the gaps in the trees, forming patches of light of various sizes and shapes on the ground.
Because the tree canopies were so large, they would definitely block out most of the sunlight during the day, so apart from these big trees, there were only sparse flowers and grass on the ground, with few other plants, and just a thin layer of dead leaves.
Not far away, there was a gently sloping yellow-rock face. In reality, it was a bare yellow stone slope, angled at around twenty to thirty degrees, about thirty to forty ters in length and over ten ters in width, and you could climb up it by bending over slightly.
From a distance, Suming had already spotted this rock face, and from afar, the shape of the yellow stone slope was quite interesting, resembling a reclining beauty on the mountainside... Of course, in Suming's eyes it looked like a beauty, but if a woman was looking, it could also be said to resemble a reclining Song Joong-ki or Eddie Peng on the mountainside...
There was a constant trickling of water flowing down the yellow stone rock, eventually gathering into a very narrow stream, flowing down the mountain.
The Monkey King indeed knew how to choose a location; there were two or three large trees in the forest with hollowed-out cores due to their great age, with only a thick layer of bark wrapped around them, which was perfect for brewing wine.
Once they arrived at the destination, the dogs bent their front legs, and the macaques and gibbons jumped down. There seed to be so distance between the two groups, clearly divided into two lines, each taking turns to approach Suming and Su ng to help them unzip the small backpacks they were carrying on their backs.
Additionally, Suming had purposely brought along a large bottle of mineral water, not knowing if the Monkey King would find it useful. At the mont, it seed the Monkey King didn't need it.
"Comrades, let's hurry up. We'll head back before dawn,"
Suming waved to the primates, leaving the next steps up to them. He would simply play the role of a clerk, recording their ingredients and brewing thods—that said, after discussing with Zhao Yun, Suming thought it wasn't necessary to record how the monkeys brewed the wine. The monkeys had their own secrets, and so thods couldn't be learned just by watching with the naked eye.
Besides, the distillery was aid at the general public, not so high-end auction style, nor did it need authentic Monkey Wine. After it opened, they would just have a few monkeys pretend to brew wine for show. The current brewing was mainly for Suming himself to drink, to increase his spiritual power.
Brewing wine wasn't an overnight task; it required a period of ferntation. Today, they would just put the fruits into the tree hollows and let the monkeys ddle with them until nearly dawn. They would co back in a few days to check.
The dogs, having no tasks at the mont, scattered around to play on their own, having run all night and likely feeling a bit thirsty, they went to lick the water flowing down the nearby yellow-rock face.
Suming turned on his phone's night cara feature and followed the troop of monkeys to the big tree. He was quite curious, how exactly did these monkeys brew wine? Was it really just tossing a bunch of fruit into a tree hollow and waiting for it to fernt to call it done?
Last ti, the Monkey King worked alone and probably just used a simple chanical thod like Suming imagined. But this ti, there were more monkeys, and the Monkey King seed to have thought up so 'new tricks' beforehand.
Before the monkeys officially began brewing, Su ng first took out a large folding filter board from his bag, which, when opened, was the size of a desktop. He shoved it into the old tree's hollow and then propped up a few supports underneath, placing a bucket under it. Placing the fruits on the filter board would ensure that the fernted wine would drip into the bucket, rather than seep into the mud on the ground.
After completing the preparations, the Monkey King swiftly climbed up a tree branch over two ters above ground with three sturdy male monkeys, lining up in position. They leaned forward, tails swinging like hooks, hanging from the branch and extending both arms towards the waiting monkeys below, and they chattered "squeak squeak squeak..."
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The monkeys below, as if on command, took out various fruits from their bags and threw them up one by one.
Question: If there are four monkeys in the tree and four on the ground, and you throw fruit at the monkeys in the tree, how many monkeys are left in the tree?
The answer is still four monkeys.
Just as a pear was about to hit the Monkey King's head, with a flick of his arm, he caught the pear and then smashed it with force into the tree hole, where the pear burst with a splat onto the filter board in the center; almost at the sa ti, the Monkey King's other hand caught the second apple flying up and tossed it into the tree hole as well.
"Impressive martial skills!" Suming was stunned, this was just like the legendary through-the-arm fist technique.
The Monkey King repeated the process, ceaselessly catching and smashing the fruits into the tree hole, then catching more fruits; the other three adult macaques also imitated the Monkey King, throwing their arms around as if performing acrobatics, catching and smashing fruits, then catching more...
Bang bang... splat splat... hiss hiss... Fruits flew chaotically, six arms danced wildly, and various sounds of the fruits and the tree trunk colliding echoed from the tree hole, as the fruits were smashed to a pulp, quickly piling up on the filter board.
At first, Suming thought that the monkey troop's thod of brewing wine was indeed very stimulating to the senses and had great promotional potential; if turned into a promotional video in the future, it would surely be a hit!
But from a practical standpoint, it seed a bit like overkill, overcomplicating the simple task of smashing the fruits into the tree hole. Why bother with all the hassle of passing through the hands of the Monkey King and the three male macaques as if performing acrobatics? They could just as easily throw them directly into the tree hole from the outside.
However, as he observed, Suming realized it wasn't as simple as he had imagined. The four monkeys in the tree had a thod to their fruit throwing.
The Monkey King's hands moved the fastest and his actions were the most adept, working almost simultaneously with both hands. The other three male macaques were significantly slower, with the youngest one only managing to catch with one hand at a ti before moving on to the next action after throwing.
It seed that this skill required training and cultivation; not every monkey could do it.
There was also another more important point. The main ingredients for brewing wine were the larger fruits like apples, peaches, and pears, while the smaller fruits like strawberries were less in quantity, with only one bag of them. If Suming was not mistaken, they probably served as so sort of 'flavoring additive.'
The large fruits were thrown and caught haphazardly, but the small fruits were only thrown to the Monkey King. The golden snub-nosed monkeys were mainly responsible for throwing the small fruits, sending them to the Monkey King at regular intervals every few seconds. It seed that the timing of adding these small fruits was crucial, likely a key secret in making Monkey Wine. This technique was sothing only the Monkey King could master skillfully.
"Oh, so it's about dividing labor and focusing on the details," Suming gave a thumbs up, indeed very smart for primates close to humans.
While the macaques toiled away at brewing, the gibbons were utterly relaxed. Since Suming did not allow them to stray far, they had nothing to do, so they hung side by side on the branches of another old tree, swinging idly.
Looking over in the dark of night, they resembled a row of hanging ghosts, quite spooky. It would be one thing if they were just hanging ghosts, but what made it more eerie was that they were small in size and carried backpacks, appearing like a group of schoolchildren ghosts.
Especially the oldest gibbon, which had white hair on its face and pale blue skin on its arms, looked just like a white-haired zombie in the moonlight.
"Sha lies not in not knowing sothing, the true sha is in not knowing and refusing to work hard!"
Suming said helplessly to the gibbons, "Gentlen, can't you follow along and learn a bit?"
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