After entering the village and passing through the village committee, Ning Fei continued to head south, preparing to return to the Taoist temple to make lunch.
At this moment, Ning Fei met another villager. It was Zhu Youzhi, who was at the southern end of the village.
Zhu Youzhi’s home was the same as Qingfeng Temple. Both were at the southern side of the village and were neighbors with Ning Fei. Their relationship had always been good.
At this moment, Zhu Youzhi’s face was full of worry. He walked quickly like the wind.
“Old Zhu, what’s wrong? You Don’t look well.”Ning Fei looked at him with his head lowered and asked.
Hearing Ning Fei’s voice, Zhu Youzhi raised his head and sighed. “My Donkey is sick. I don’t know what’s going on. It Won’t eat or drink. I’m going to ask the village chief to come and take a look!”
“Little Donkey? has your donkey given birth?”Ning Fei asked.