Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs travel thousands of miles to eat.

So, what does a donkey eat when it travels thousands of miles?

This is really a profound question, at least, a donkey has not figured it out after thinking about it for half a year......

Mr. Donkey is a very diligent old donkey, and in the past six months, he has conscientiously carried a child for 30,000 miles.

If the story is true, Tang Seng only traveled 108,000 miles to learn the scriptures.

The old donkey was thinking, if it had a white fur, no, it should be said that it had a white follicle, it really looked like a handsome white dragon horse.

But those who know it know that it looks more like a close relative of an alpaca...

Black face and short beard, bald eyebrows and nose.

I don't know what's going on, these words in the book describing Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan are like copying them in its appearance.

But it's not just bald, it's also shedding.

Over the years, the donkey's hair has fallen off again and again, and the bloated skin that is exposed to the outside looks more and more like a white-skinned pig.

A white-skinned pig filled with water.

So, whoever dares to mention pigs and alpacas in its topcoat, it will kick whomever it wants. If the donkey of Qianzhi, who was poor in skills back then, had half of its kung fu, he would have kicked the tiger into a mentally retarded person.

In this way, Mr. Donkey grew rampant and domineering in the vast western foothills, until one day, a gentle woman appeared in front of him with a half-sized fat man.

The woman looked at it and said, "Interesting," but the old donkey didn't think that way at all, he only felt that his donkey's heart was about to be scared out of his throat.

Then, looking at its frightened appearance, the fat man jumped up and patted it on the back, and asked it, "Are you a zebra brother?"

The old donkey is relieved, and secretly says that there is really Bole in the world.

It began to carry the little fat man all the way south.

Walked through 30,000 miles, walked through the western foothills, and walked through the White Emperor City.

Came to a village.

A rudimentary fence surrounds it, and a plaque made of straw and bellflower hangs on the fence wall, with the word "Lin Village" written crookedly.

The old donkey first saw and became a "donkey village", and felt very kind.

Then he looked at the men, women, and children who came to greet them, and felt the need to introduce himself, and he threw off the little fat man on his body, and with a gentle smile on the donkey's face, he said gentlemanly: "I am Mr. Donkey, and as you can see, I am neither an alpaca nor a white-skinned pig, but a handsome donkey!"

"This one next to me is ...... Damn, who are you?" Mr. Donkey looked at the people around him in surprise.

"I'm a bunny, Brother Zebra!"

"Damn, you bring sunglasses early in the morning!?What kind of panda?"

"I didn't even recognize you ......"

"It's dark circles, big brother!The sunglasses are in the school bag...!" The little fat man pouted, and as he spoke, he trumpeted his small cloth bag, took out a pair of legless sunglasses from it, and put them on the chubby face.

Half a year has passed, Mo Fan's little man has grown a lot taller, and he is close to three years old, from a short and fat mound that was half a meter tall earlier, to a one-meter tall ...... Medium fat dun!

The honest appearance is still the same as before.

As soon as he arrived in Lin Village, he led Mr. Donkey to the trough, and he ran to a giant water tank next to the sink.

This is the jar he noticed when he came to the entrance of Lin Village.

After jumping up and looking inside, he found that there was not only nothing inside, but also a strange smell, he pinched his nose, and was about to walk away with a strange scream, and was attracted by a large sponge next to him.

Just then, a girl's voice came from behind the spongy stone.

"Hello, little ...... Little bunny, I'm the ...... of the village My name is Yun'er. ”

A little girl with pigtails rubbed the corners of her clothes, walked up behind Mo Fan, and greeted him: "Are you interested in dynamometers...... Everyone in the village is afraid of it, because Da Zhuang and their bad boys are always here!"

"Hello, hello!" Mo Fan looked back at the little girl wrapped in a cotton jacket in front of him, suddenly straightened up, and after finding that he was still half a head shorter than the other party, he shrank down dejectedly, squatted on the ground, and said in a muffled voice, "What is the dynamometer, is it delicious?"

"The dynamometer is a sponge stone that measures everyone's strength, it doesn't hurt to hit it, and then it will show how strong you are. ”

"Oh," Mo Fan agreed, took off his sunglasses casually, carefully put them back in the cloth bag, turned his little head around, and suddenly exclaimed, "What's wrong with your hands?

Yun'er was startled by his loud voice, and hurriedly looked at his little hand, but turned it over and didn't see anything different from before.

"It's white and chubby, and it would look better if it was a little more slender. Yun'er thought beautifully.

"That's not right, there was a big centipede in my hand just now, where did I go......" Mo Fan scratched his head and looked around the clouds, but he didn't find the white centipede he saw just now, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Hearing the word centipede, Yun'er was so frightened that she jumped up, her little hand slapped on her body for a while, and she didn't see anything thrown off, but she was so tired that she fell to the ground, thinking about the centipede, her little face tightened with fear and she cried.

Mo Fan grabbed a few black hairs that had just grown out in the past six months, accidentally pulled one off, and screamed twice, but somehow made the cloud in front of her laugh, she sat up, patted the soil on her body, and asked with tears in her eyes: "Does it hurt, I will blow ......"

As he spoke, he slipped his nose and looked at Mo Fan and laughed embarrassedly.

Mo Fan shook the hair on his hand and said, "The big centipede is like this hair, it's not alive, it can't move......!" I don't know how to say it, don't say it!"

He turned his head and patted his buttocks, and saw a sparrow falling on the snow in winter, jumped half a foot high, and shouted: "Little sparrow, don't eat rice, there is a big net!"

As he spoke, he jumped over, picked up the millet on the ground and put it in his mouth, but the big basket that fell was suddenly covered in the snow.

Behind the bare elm tree next to it, a few little boys of seven or eight years old suddenly came out, and said with a smile: "Catch a big guy!"

"Be careful not to let it run away!" shouted a boy who rushed to the front.

"No, this time I used a thirty-stone thorn iron tree basket, and no matter how strong the birds and beasts were, they couldn't escape!"

"Haha, it's still a big strong brother who has a hand!"

In the distance, Yun'er saw a snot in the back, and hurriedly ran over and shouted: "Bad and strong, this is not a bird or beast, it is a little rabbit!"

"Isn't the rabbit a beast!?" Da Zhuang smiled innocently, suddenly clenched his palms into a fist, and smashed it towards the big basket on the snow, trying to stun the prey covered in the basket.

"The bunny is ...... It's the little boy that Aunt Lin brought, and the big donkey!" Yun'er didn't know how to explain, so she hurriedly said.

"Phew, where did the ugly pig come from, I'll kill it in a while and make it into a foundation forging body fluid!"

Da Zhuang looked at the old donkey in the distance, was startled by this earth-shattering ugliness, and said indignantly.

Mr. Donkey snorted, glanced at the basket next to the children, and turned his head disdainfully.

After he retracted his gaze, a chubby fist, in the midst of an unbelievable exclamation around him, smashed open the big basket!

"It's so dark, who drove the sun away!Give it back to me...!"

Mo Fan squatted on the snow, still like when he was in the rabbit clan half a year ago, but his fists were not like the rabbits' small fleshy palms, which were very hard and powerful.

In the past six months, he has met many people who will meet again in the future, and he has also learned many things that he will know again in the future, and he has grown up a lot.

At least, he knew it would be better to have a bigger fist.

If you have a small fist, you will be eaten!

This is what the woman surnamed Lin needs him to know.

In addition to this, he knows many things that others don't think he will know.

Although he is very small, he has a good memory, and he still remembers the look on Elder Rabbit when he gave him sunglasses, he didn't understand it much half a year ago, and he understood it halfway through the 30,000-mile journey.

It was good to run until noon that day.