At this moment, Top did not show any intention of attacking, and the monkeys quietly watched their monkey king, wondering what Top wanted to do by calling them back.
At that moment, Top was gesturing with a stick in front of the monkeys, and then he made some noises in monkey language that I couldn't understand.
The restless monkeys quieted down, all intently watching Top's figure. It was as if they were a group of students in a classroom, diligently learning what their teacher was teaching.
Top came to my side and handed me the stick in front of the monkeys. It even turned around and squeaked for a while, as if it was afraid the monkeys wouldn't understand.
Then I handed it the bamboo tube filled with brown sugar water. It only licked it once before turning back to look at the monkey troop and calling out again.
Then it picked up a stick and handed it to me, and then took another sip of brown sugar water.
It turned out that Top couldn't stand it anymore and decided to personally teach those monkeys for me.
It has to be said that Top is indeed much smarter than those monkeys, which is of course inseparable from the fact that it has lived with me for so long.
Top understood what I was trying to say simply by watching me interact with the monkeys.
After being personally instructed by this powerful monkey king, the monkeys immediately understood. Many monkeys then began to collect branches and hand them to me, and naturally, they also got to drink the brown sugar water as they wished.
The monkeys behind, having been set an example by those in front, naturally followed suit and handed me branches one by one in exchange for sugar water.
This left me somewhat amused and exasperated; it seemed I was still no match for a monkey. With just a few words, it had taught the entire troop what I wanted to teach them that day.
With Top as our great teacher, our teaching has made a qualitative leap. I started using food to train the monkeys again, but at first they still ate all the food and looked at me, just like before.
But this time Top corrected their mistake. The moment the monkeys received the food, Top scolded them and told them not to eat it.
These monkeys didn't understand what was going on, so why weren't they eating the food that was already in their mouths?
But then Top, just like before, rehearsed the whole process. This time, it got to drink the brown sugar water as it wanted, and the monkeys finally realized that they could exchange food for brown sugar water.
They seemed to have learned another lesson, building on their previous experience. This time, with almost no exceptions, all the monkeys knew to use the food they had to trade with me for something else.
Some of the monkeys, not satisfied with their meal, even managed to pick a handful of pine nuts from a nearby pine tree and hand them to me.
Of course, I couldn't let these brothers down, so I quickly brought the bamboo tube closer and let them lick it a few more times.
This one lick had a significant impact. Seeing that pine nuts could be exchanged for sugar water, the monkeys roared as if they had discovered a continent, climbed up the pine forest, and began to dig out the pine nuts.
Now they're like addicts, the allure of the syrup has surpassed the pleasure that pine nuts themselves can bring.
The monkeys threw handfuls of pine nuts at me, and in the end, I had to get a golden water jug to collect the pine nuts they brought.
Soon, the monkeys licked the entire bamboo tube of sugar water clean. The small jar in front of me was also piled high with pine nuts, which looked to weigh about two pounds.
Now I realize that these monkeys weren't stupid; it's just that I was a poor teacher and didn't have the same charisma as their leader.
Now that I have Top as my teaching assistant, I have no worries about not being able to teach these monkeys. Even professional animal trainers would be ashamed of themselves. It's amazing that the monkeys have learned so many strange and wonderful skills in such a short time.
After two more days of training, the monkeys made remarkable progress. Under Top's leadership, they were no longer a group of wild monkeys, but an army that obeyed orders without question.
As long as Top, the commander-in-chief, gives the order, the monkeys will start working in an orderly manner according to my instructions, and my role is more like that of a mascot or a heartless boss.
Whenever these monkeys complete a task accurately, I reward them with a couple of sips of sweet syrup.
This scene is so much like my past self. Didn't I risk my life just to lick a sip of the sugar water from the boss's hand?
I never imagined that this evil capitalism could be contagious. So quickly, I was poisoned by capitalism and turned into a heartless boss who exploits his people.
Seeing how well these monkeys were doing in their studies, I couldn't bear to watch them waste their precious time any longer. I decided to take them out to enrich their lives, and working was the best way to do so.
That evening, I boiled brown sugar into syrup and filled more than ten bamboo tubes with it. Tomorrow is a big project, and without these things, my workers could go on strike at any time.
The next day, I took Top with me, and under Top's command, a large group of monkeys, who looked like gangsters, chattered and jumped on the branches as they marched toward the wild grape grove.
To ensure a smoother workflow, I also brought a lot of hemp rope in a basket. I plan to use this rope to dry raisins.
After they're dried, all I have to do is lower the rope, and all the raisins will slide down and come back into my hands. This improves work efficiency by more than just a little bit.
Of course, while Top and the monkeys were busy, I couldn't just sit idly by and be a hands-off manager.
To prevent the grapes drying on the ropes from getting soaked in the rain, I specially brought a golden machete this time.
I cut down a lot of banana leaves from nearby and then had Top teach the monkeys to cover the grapes with the banana leaves.
Because I was worried about the wind blowing it away, I planned to teach the monkeys to tie the ends of banana leaves with twine. However, this skill was a bit difficult for the monkeys; they didn't understand the method and hadn't been able to fully learn it even after a long time.
They either tied the hemp thread to the hemp rope without actually binding the banana leaf, or they tied it so loosely that it would fall off with a gust of wind.
In the end, my Top came out on top. It managed to learn the skill, and although the binding wasn't very neat, it was still sturdy.
The wild grapes didn't disappoint either; one person and a whole group of monkeys were busy working together. It took them until about four or five o'clock to finish harvesting all the wild grapes in the area.
I started to feel a little embarrassed because I had fed all the sugar water I brought to the monkeys.
It's unclear what Top said to the monkeys, but they continued working diligently even without the sugar water.
I was quite touched by what I saw. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of heartless boss. I'll give everyone a satisfactory reward later!
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