Hello, 1983

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As the saying goes, there is no banquet without wine. Since Liu Qingshan treats guests, of course he has to prepare wine, or a few bottles of high-quality liquor.

A few bowls were placed on the ground, and half a bowl of liquor was poured. Liu Qingshan waved his hand and led everyone to retreat.

The group of monkeys approached slowly, and when they saw the sugar cubes scattered on the ground, they happily picked them up.

Soon a monkey found the wine in the bowl, stretched out its small paw to dip it in, then pulled it back and put it on its mouth, and a few drops of wine fell into its mouth.

Smack and smack, it feels very fragrant, and there are monkeys lying on the side of the bowl and drinking, grinning straight, but still enjoying it.

Liu Qingshan was right, most of these monkeys were addicted to alcohol and could not bear the temptation of alcohol.

When they turned around again, they found that this place was in a mess, and several porcelain bowls were all broken, and the ground exuded a strong smell of clear water.

The monkeys staggered and lay down in a large area.

A few may not have drunk that much, and are still staggering on the ground doing drunken fists.

Haha, I got it successfully!

When Liu Qingshan walked over, a drunk monkey tried to run, but stumbled and fell to the ground.

This is a female monkey, holding a cub in her arms, so frightened that she bared her teeth at Liu Qingshan.

You said that you are a mother, and you drink so much alcohol, so there must be alcohol in the milk, and you can't cultivate a little alcoholic.

Liu Qingshan was still lecturing in that serious manner, and he was dumbfounded by the sight of Gao Feng:

This Qingshan brother is really a freak, sometimes he looks at the young and mature, and sometimes he likes to make a fool of himself.

The dumb grandfather touched a big monkey lying on the ground and gestured in his hand: This is the Monkey King.

This guy slept like a dead pig, and his face was redder than his ass.

It is estimated that relying on the welfare of the Monkey King, he drank the most and died the most.

Let's go, go to Xianren Cave first, don't wake up the monkeys for a while, it's time to be anxious again.

Liu Qingshan said hello,

The dumb grandfather waved his hand and motioned to stay here.

After all, the monkeys have lost their resistance now, and if there is a beast or something, it will be very dangerous.

Still Master was thoughtful, Liu Qingshan nodded towards Master, and led Master Guo and Gao Feng to climb over to Xianren Cave.

It was easy to enter the cave, and there were no monkeys left behind in the cave. It seemed that the monkey group acted in unison.

Lighting the prepared torches and coming to the natural wine pool, Liu Qingshan pulled Master Guo hard, for fear that the old man would jump in when he was excited.

Sure enough, it was made in heaven!

Master Guo checked it out, and the admiration in his mouth never stopped.

But the more this is the case, the less likely it is to replicate, unless you can also accumulate thousands of years.

After tasting two sips of the wine in the stone pit, Gao Feng was completely conquered: How about we occupy this cave?

What he meant was that he came to occupy a nest and a pigeon, and Liu Qingshan criticized him. This kind of thinking is very immoral. The monkey is the master here. What right do you have to drive the master away?

Master Guo also nodded and said, This stone pit is too small, even if it occupies the cave, how much wine can be produced in a year, dozens of catties will die.

Liu Qingshan was also quite disappointed in his heart, but he still didn't give up:

Master Guo, I don't understand. Do you think this is possible? Can we use the monkey wine here as a mother, just like the base of a blending wine?

The old man Guo blinked twice: Don't say, your method may be successful, but you need to do some experiments, when to add it, before or after fermentation.

And how much it needs to be added is useful. I estimate that even if it is successful, the taste is far worse than this.

No matter how much worse, it is also monkey wine.

Liu Qingshan didn't dislike it at all. He filled two pots with the kettle he brought and took them home, and he kept saying:

Master Guo, this is for our experiment. Don't drink it secretly.

You better take care of yourself.

Old Guotou responded, and then looked at Gao Feng, who was drooling beside him: And you!

The three of them went out of the cave, and the monkeys hadn't come back yet. I don't know that their hometown almost called for someone to copy them.

This is still Liu Qingshan's benevolence, otherwise, the monkey group will definitely be homeless and become a group of stray monkeys.

Back at the woodcut, after a while, the mute grandpa also came back, it is estimated that the monkeys are sober.

The next step is to discuss trying to brew monkey wine. The biggest problem is of course the raw materials.

As for the wild fruits in the mountains, Master Guo had just wandered back and forth, and he had a rough idea of ​​what he knew, so he made a list. There were many kinds of wild fruits on it.

The most abundant is gooseberry, that is, lantern fruit, and there are also the round jujubes just now. Master Guo guessed that this round jujube should also be very important.

Because this thing is their local specialty, and it is very rare in other places.

Even if there is, the taste and nutritional content are much worse.

When it comes to collecting wild fruits, the mountain-picking team can help pick them with their feet, but this round jujube is rare, and everyone is a bit clueless.

I don't know where the monkeys were harvested, it seems that we have to follow them. Liu Qingshan proposed an idea of ​​tracking, which is still feasible.

But the dumb grandpa waved his hand and said, Don't be so troublesome, I know.

That's easy to do. Thinking about the dumb grandpa's decades of experience in walking in the mountains, there is really nothing he can't find in this mountain.

After lunch on the side of the woodcut, a ten-member collection team was sent to collect jujubes with Liu Qingshan and the others. The dumb grandfather also asked them to bring a plate of rope.

Zhang Dashuai is the team leader of this group. He is short in stature, with a large rope hanging around his waist, all drooping to the ground, so he grunted dissatisfiedly:

Dumb, are you leading us to hang ourselves collectively?

The dumb grandfather gestured twice with a smile, and everyone understood it, and couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Dashuai was also very happy: Dumb, thanks to you can't speak, or you have to die from popularity, I have a shoelace to cooperate with me, it is enough, right, this hanging has a fart relationship with height!

Everyone chatted and laughed all the way, and the more they walked, Liu Qingshan felt more familiar, and when they came to the edge of the familiar cliff, this was not the Broken Head Cliff, which was the place where the little devil's secret cave was discovered.

The dumb grandpa gestured for a while, and then everyone knew that the best round jujubes were produced in the valley below the cliff.

In the depths of the forest, although there are some, but they are relatively small, and the taste is also much worse.

The round jujube below it is estimated that the monkey can pick it, and I don't know how the dumb grandpa found it.

That's it, let's go down, everyone tied all the ropes they brought to the big tree, and then connected them for hundreds of meters, and then lowered the cliff.

After all the ropes were used, I only managed to connect two of them. There was also the place that was in contact with the cliff. I was worried that it would be broken, so I carefully covered it with something.

When he was ready, Zhang Dashuai waved his hand: I'm the best at climbing ropes. I'll go down and explore the way first.

Liu Qingshan is not at ease: Uncle handsome, it's just that we can be companions.

This thing is really not something that ordinary people can play around. It is relatively easy to go down, but it is really impossible to climb up a cliff that is tens of meters high.

The ten-person mining team, including Liu Qingshan and Grandpa Dumb, was only five people in total. If they had the guts to go down and try, the rest would be on guard.

It is also responsible for pulling the rope up and protecting the rope. If the rope is damaged, the people below will not be able to get up.

Before Zhang Dashuai was the first to go down, he saw the mute grandfather grabbing the rope, swaying, and disappeared from the cliff.

Looking down with the probe, I couldn't see anyone's figure at all.

I really can't accept it, and Zhang Dashuai also sighed, and honestly, he coiled himself on the rope, followed the rope, and slowly slipped down. After a long time, he finally saw the dense trees below.

Liu Qingshan also slipped down from another rope. He was worried that Uncle Shuai was in a hurry, so he kept controlling the speed, and the two reached the bottom of the valley almost at the same time.

This canyon is much larger than expected, it is like an underground forest.

The trees are also straight and tall, and in this environment, they can only absorb more sunlight by trying to grow up to the sky.

The humidity in the forest is also obviously higher than above, and the foot is on the ground, it feels very soft, and the humus layer below, I don't know how thick it is.

This is the real virgin forest! Liu Qingshan couldn't help but praise.

This kind of place, I am afraid that few people have set foot in it for thousands of years, belongs to the real original ecology.

Ya Ya Ya, the voice of the mute grandfather came from the front. The two of them followed the sound and saw that the mute grandpa was climbing on a tree and picking the round jujubes on it.

This thing is a vine, it needs to climb on other plants to survive, it is really difficult to pick.

When all five of them came down, they started to work together, and there were people who climbed trees to pick fruit, and someone below was responsible for cleaning up the baskets.

When a basket is full, it is transported to the rope, and the person above is asked to hang it.

After being busy for a long time, I felt that it was getting dark, so I finished work.

Liu Qingshan looked at his watch, it was only after three o'clock in the afternoon, but the light in the canyon was short, and it felt like it was about to get dark.

Looking at the deep underground forest extending in the distance, Liu Qingshan secretly made up his mind: When there is time in the future, he must follow Master and explore this underground treasure carefully, there may be surprises waiting for him.

When we climbed up, it took a lot of effort. Only Liu Qingshan and Grandpa Dua climbed up successfully. Zhang Dashuai barely managed to climb up by himself. When he got to the top, he was so tired that he lay down on the ground.

The rest of the people climbed to the waist and could no longer climb, and were dragged up by the people above.

Er Fatty, you said you were following along to join in the fun, and you didn't even look at your own body, you almost rubbed our hands bald!

Everyone was complaining all over the place, the guy whose nickname was Erfeizi was indeed a bit worthy of his name.

He muttered dissatisfiedly: It's just right to call a few teenage boys next time.

Then don't call your family a little fat! Zhang Dashuai slowed down and began to pick up the old man of Erfeizi's family.

The second fat man said twice: This can't be done, Suigener, who is my seed?

Zhang Dashuai also said twice: But your little chubby head seems to be a little too short, and I don't know who to go with?