In the hall, the stench still condensed and did not dissipate. There was almost no one in the whole hall. Apart from Munuma and his disciples, there was only a village on the ceiling that was watching the fun.

Kinuma shook the smelly wine in his hand in disbelief, as if as long as he swayed fast enough, he could reverse time and let the smelly wine return to the fragrant state he had at the beginning.

But even the owners of the manors were unable to truly conquer time, let alone Kinunu.

As he swayed, the stench in the entire hall became stronger and stronger, and he finally became desperate.

"Why! Why is this happening! What the hell is going on!" Kimaru was furious like a monkey, screaming and jumping wildly in the spot.

"Master..." His several disciples wanted to persuade him, but Kinunu accused him angrily: "It's you! It must be you! It's you who are jealous of my works, so you stink my wine! Is it! Is it!"

"I didn't..." His disciples were powerless to defend themselves by being furious to the point of losing their minds.

But Kinunu was not a person who accepted other people's excuses, let alone his heart was furious and completely lost his judgment.

He suddenly threw the wine jar in his hand, and the wine jar that could hold two kilograms of wine hit the forehead of the eldest disciple, causing him to flow blood.

The rotten wine splashed around, not only splashing the big disciples, but also splashed far away. Most of the hall was filled with this revenge liquid.

Now Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help it anymore, and quickly patted Xiaofu's head: "Let's go out quickly!"

Xiaofu grabbed the backpack not far from the village, flew out of the door, and landed on a tree. He was breathing wildly like escaping from death. Well, this smelly wine is really terrible!

The sewer smells so badly that it smells so badly.

In the hall, Kinunu kicked and beat his eldest disciple. The eldest disciple didn't dare to fight back at first, but after all, the eldest disciple himself had a status and status, and was over fifty years old. He got kicked a few times and couldn't help it anymore, and shouted: "My master is crazy!" He turned around and ran away.

Kinuma chased after a few steps but didn't catch up. She held her knees and sniffed, and took a few breaths. She couldn't stand the feeling inside the hall and ran out of the door.

At this time, Kinunu realized that something was wrong outside.

Outside the hall, the rich aroma of wine really couldn't be melted, and all the guests were staring at the monkey making wine.

The monkey seems to be doing the job.

Stir and saccharify at the beginning, then let it stand and ferment, then remove the wine and filter the impurities...

Every move and every move is actually quite good.

What is even more surprising is that this wine is surprisingly excellent. Everyone here is a wine brewing master. Just take a few sips and then look at the color of the wine, you will know that this bottle of wine is better than what they brewed!

How is this possible?

That's just a monkey!

What is even more surprising is that the saccharification and fermentation speed of the wine seems to have accelerated countless times.

The entire process seems to have accelerated countless times. It originally took dozens of days or even a whole year of fermentation and brewing, but in the hands of this monkey, it only took more than ten minutes.

Of course they didn't know that in order to make a name for themselves and create such a sensational effect, the barrel used to make wine at this time was not an ordinary thing. It was a reduced tavern winemaking machine specially created by Lao Bolong, which was already soaked in the power of the blood of time.

The monkey making wine is naturally sensible. Although it looks like a monkey, it is quick and has excellent eyesight and has the help of the identity card of the manor servant, so it is not difficult to play with the winemaking machine in the tavern.

Zhuang's father, dressed in white and fairy-like, stood by the side with his hands behind his back, occasionally giving a few tips, and at other times, he just watched with his hands behind his back.

People who make wine usually have good wine, but how can they resist when they encounter good wine?

I was already aroused by Kinunu's wine just now, and I couldn't help it anymore, and I scratched my head one by one.

"Can this wine be drunk?"

"I really want to try it..."

Then, they heard Zhuang Dad say something.

Unfortunately, Zhuang’s father used Chinese, and they couldn’t understand it.

They can only ask their entourage or translator: "What is he talking about?"

"I have no idea……"

"Why don't you know? Aren't you a translator?"

"Don't you understand Fusang language!"

"The problem is, he is not speaking Fusang!"

"What do people from Fusang say if they don't speak Fusang language?"

"Do you don't understand if you change the dialect?"

The translators and the attendants were about to cry, but you just paid for an ordinary translator. What if I wanted me to be proficient in eight languages?

Not Fusang?

After seeing Zhuang’s father say something, they say something more crazy. What is this person talking about?

At this moment, someone said from the back: "He spoke Chinese. My monkeys are not good at skill, which makes you laugh."

Mr. Ji walked out from behind the crowd and translated.

Mr. Ji’s English is not very good, and the translation is a bit unpleasant. Everyone stumbled for a few times, then brushed it and sweated.

Damn, is this called lack of skill?

Is the wine made by this monkey... better than ours?

Have I lived in vain for the first half of my life? Isn't even as powerful as a monkey?

The village was hidden in the tree and laughed so hard that it fell.

Zhuang’s father just followed the lines. He didn’t know what these people were saying. He didn’t know at this time. He had accidentally reached the highest level of ridicule...

I'm not targeting someone, I just say that everyone here is rubbish.

That's all!

At this moment, Munua walked out of the room and saw Zhuang's father, her face changed.

"It's you!"

As the presiding judge of Zhuang’s father, Munua has information about Zhuang’s father and recognizes Zhuang’s father at a glance.

At this moment, Mizuna also saw Kinuma. He jumped into the wine jar, stretched out his furry claws, pointed at Kinuma, and screamed angrily.

"What? You said this is the one who stole your wine?" Zhuang Dad frowned and looked at Kinunu according to the script, "Why do you want to steal the wine brewed by my monkey?"

"What he is saying!" A group of people grabbed Mr. Ji and wanted him to translate.

Mr. Ji’s English is really not very good, he scratched his ears and foreheads, jumped one by one.

Fortunately, Wild Subtitles finally went online. In the essay, there were still people who knew Chinese and helped everyone translate it.

What? Master Kinunu stole the wine brewed by monkeys?

"What are you talking nonsense?" Kinunu's Chinese was also extremely casual. He cursed angrily when he heard this: "You are crazy, who would steal your wine!"

Zhuang's father didn't say anything, and he became even more angry. He screamed and threw out the brewing utensils in his hand.

The winemaking utensils were already stained with a lot of wine, but they splashed out and flew around, and many people were spilled on their faces.

They licked it subconsciously.

Delicious!
Chapter completed!