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.
