The firewood stretched out his withered arm and poked the belly of the big wax gourd. The belly trembled and the sound of the big wax gourd rose with the wind, "What are you doing! Can't you let me sleep?"
The short monkey, however, is very direct. He reaches out his hand and grabs the Great Winter sage's ears,"Great Virtuous Master wants us brothers to guard the northern gate. Could it be you only know how to sleep?"
The big wax gourd was in so much pain that it suddenly sat up, just like the big wax gourd leaning against the wall was suddenly pushed and rolled. It showed its respect for the short monkey, "What can we do if we defend the city without sleeping? Today, all the troops in the city have gone to battle. Will those official troops have the spare power to attack the city?"
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