Watching Nezha dump out over ten thousand bottles and jars in one go, and seeing the stuff piled up like little mountains, the five Zhu sisters had to admit that at first, they'd been despairing.
With so many bottles to deal with, their mother was too old to get around, a certain pig was too lazy to do anything, Nezha only wanted to supervise, and the monkey was standing there playing dumb. That left only the five sisters and the strange-looking creatures Annie had just brought out to do the work.
That meant each of them would have to deal with at least three or four thousand bottles. They'd have to inspect and sort them one by one, and they couldn't just use brute force to separate them. Just thinking about the workload was enough to make their scalps prickle.
But fortunately!
The second Zhu sister was capable. She quickly summoned more than a dozen honest, hardworking little goblin stewards, bringing the total workforce to over twenty in no time.
And so, a group of people—no, a group of goblins, each more oddly shaped than the last—rolled up their sleeves and threw themselves into the work at a feverish pace, on the fairly level clearing at the entrance to Lanxi Village.
"Um..."
"Can Old Pig ask you something?"
"You..."
"Are you really also the Third Prince Nezha?"
Watching the Zhu sisters and a large group of goblin stewards work while he stood around doing nothing, Zhu Bajie felt a little awkward. So, after thinking it over, he sidled up to the "fake" Nezha, who was rather ugly-looking, had two huge panda eyes, heavy eye makeup, and rows of somewhat frightening buck teeth. He often wore a sinister smile, and didn't look like a good person at all.
"..."
Nezha naturally