Super Zoo

Why should monkeys trouble monkeys? Suming turned around and rolled his eyes at a group of macaques inside Monkey Mountain, thinking these guys were also too idle, why bother to provoke these gibbons.

"The problem is, what are you going out for? You can't help with wine brewing," Suming said to the gibbons' cage, gesturing a drinking motion and communicated with spiritual power.

Even though the gibbons couldn't brew wine, since they had made the request, Suming thought that taking them out for fun occasionally was okay. Since gibbons are rare protected animals, it would be like letting them go wild; if they could get used to life in the wild, it wouldn't hurt to let them live in the hills behind the zoo.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Suming mention 'mother's wine,' an old gibbon with face hair turning white from age immediately jumped down from the tree, hopped to a corner of the cage, picked up some rotten apples and the like, and presented them in front of Suming. It arranged the rotten apples together and then, swinging its fists, started pounding furiously at the apples.

In no time, the rotten apples turned into a mushy pulp, with juice oozing out.

Suming couldn't help but laugh silently; brewing wine was a matter of skill, not just mixing a few fruits together and smashing them to a pulp to make wine.

"Alright, alright, stop smashing. I'll take you out, okay? Tonight, when the moon reaches the middle of the sky, I'll come to pick you up. Be ready."

Upon hearing Suming's agreement, the gibbons, which had been in a rage just a moment ago, immediately became playful and began swinging joyfully from branch to branch, their sounds of 'ook ook' also filled with joy.

Only the one who had lost a tooth sat sullenly on the tree, holding its cheek with a palm, gritting its teeth as if in great pain.

No wonder it hurt; having a perfectly good tooth snapped off would undoubtedly bring an intensely sour pain!

"Serves you right, now you know what pain is..." Suming used his spiritual power to give it some treatment. The broken tooth was bleeding profusely; without spiritual power, the creature would have fainted from blood loss by now.

Soon, a vet arrived carrying a large box from the sightseeing car, followed by Little Hou. The zoo's veterinary clinic consisted of one vet and three nurses, mainly treating animals and occasionally humans. Sometimes the medicines used for animals and humans were the same, with Isatis root granules being the most common.

According to the vet, Isatis root wouldn't kill a person or an animal if consumed...

After the simple treatment, the vet indeed pulled out his trump card, a big packet of Isatis root granules.

"Stop it, its tooth is bleeding; what's Isatis root for?" Suming protested.

The vet looked at Suming strangely, then tore open the packet of Isatis root and poured it all into his own mouth, washed it down with a few gulps of mineral water, and then said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Who said it's for him? I've had a cold these past few days..."

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Around eleven at night, the zoo was quiet. Huiya led a pack of large dogs waiting near the entrance of the back mountain while Suming and Su Meng, tiptoeing, approached Monkey Mountain. They moved along the blind spots of the CCTV cameras and pulled up eight macaques from inside Monkey Mountain: the Monkey King, Xiao Kong, a golden monkey, and five other strong male macaques.

"Ook ook..." The gibbons saw this, grabbed the cage bars, and started calling out urgently.

"Haven't forgotten about you, rest assured." Suming then went around to the back, opened the cage, and let out seven gibbons.

The gibbon group and the monkey group formed two distinct factions, pointing fingers and showing teeth at each other. They had been feuding for some time, and the animosity ran deep.

"Stop it, anyone who fights will be left behind! You go first, head to the warehouse!"

Under the night sky, shadows flitted rapidly across the treetops of the zoo as gibbons and macaques seemed to compete in a race to the warehouse, each one vying to get there first.

Suming also had a key to the warehouse; he had sent the manager back to sleep. After opening the large warehouse door, he directed the macaques to fetch the fruit.

The macaques were not large, with each only able to carry about seven or eight pounds of fruit; however, the gibbons were quite strong, easily handling over a dozen pounds of fruit each.

Su Meng carried a super-sized travel backpack taller than one meter, unzipped it, and out poured a pile of small backpacks typically carried by children.

In the afternoon, Suming had specifically gone out to purchase a dozen backpacks of various sizes, intended for transporting fruit. He arranged the macaques and gibbons into a line, then went down the line strapping backpacks onto each of them; smaller backpacks for the macaques and larger ones for the gibbons.

It was roughly the amount of homework carried by elementary students compared to that of middle schoolers.

"Go pick the fruit you want," he said.

Upon receiving the order, the Monkey King sniffed the fruits in the baskets. Whenever he found the ones he needed, he would 'squeak squeak squeak' at the basket a few times, and Su Meng would pack the specified fruit into a backpack one of the monkeys was carrying. Once full, they'd zip up the backpack, and the monkey, with its bulging pack, would squat to the side, ready to go, while another macaque or gibbon stepped up like on an assembly line to continue with fruit packing.

Soon, all fifteen primates were wearing heavy backpacks. Suming carried one as well, with Su Meng's being the largest, likely holding over a hundred pounds of fruit.

"Let's go!"

The primates filed out in succession, like a band of triumphant thieves with their backpacks, forming a line as they followed Suming toward the rear mountains. The books bags were so full that the macaques and gibbons, now laden with them, had no choice but to follow Suming on foot, unable to leap through the trees as they usually might, looking for all the world like a group of elementary students on a spring outing.

Huiya had brought a pack of dogs to the back mountain to assist, all large breeds specifically chosen by Suming, including German Shepherds, Golden Retrievers, Huskies, and the like. When they saw Suming approaching, Huiya took the lead and ran over.

"Mount up!" Suming chuckled.

The large dogs lay down, allowing the macaques and gibbons to climb onto their backs, then stood up and cheerfully ran deeper into the back mountain.

Whether gibbons or macaques, it was their first time 'riding dogs'. Clinging tightly around the dogs' necks with their forelimbs, they bared their teeth and looked around nervously, their tails all pointed sky-high with anxiety.

While the monkeys had dogs to ride, Suming and Su Meng had a tougher time, having to walk on foot. Suming was a lazy fellow; not long into their journey, he casually hung his own bag on Su Meng. Enjoy new tales from empire

"Ah, if only Second Senior Brother were here," Suming longingly recalled the days just past when he rode wild boars like a knight. This back mountain was simply too vast, and the paths too rough. Su Meng was accustomed to tumbling through the mountains without issue, but Suming could hardly bear it.

In time, he planned to have Second Senior Brother pass his leadership to the second pig and then come to serve as his mount, to save him from having to walk to the back mountain on his own two feet every time.

After more than an hour trekking through the mountain, they finally reached the wine-making location chosen by the Monkey King.

"You sure know how to pick a spot!" Seeing the site before him, Suming laughed with approval.

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PS: There will be two more chapters at 8 pm tonight, totaling five chapters and ten thousand words.