Deng Fang had an idea in his heart and began to grope around for the wooden door to see if there were any flaws.

The room was dark, and Deng Fang didn't have to worry that the old man and his two sons would be able to see his every move.

After touching for a while, Deng Fang made a discovery.

The wooden door was dilapidated and held in place by two horizontal logs, one on top and one on the other, and if the upper horizontal beams were removed, the wooden door would fall outwards and people could go out.

Discovering this, Deng Fang was overjoyed, but the tied hands made him a little embarrassed.

Looking at the hemp rope on the wrists of both hands, Deng Fang's heart sank, and he opened his mouth to bite it.

It's a pity that the hemp rope is thick, Deng Fang bit it for a while, and only felt bitter in his mouth, but the hemp rope did not have any traces of breaking.

Deng Fang saw that this was not feasible, thought for a while, and walked to the side of the little black donkey.

He squatted down, put his hands beside the little black donkey's mouth, and said, "Donkey, help me bite the rope open." ”

The little black donkey was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and when he heard Deng Fang's voice, he opened his eyes and looked at Deng Fang, motionless.

"Good donkey, help me bite the rope."

As she spoke, Deng Fang touched the little black donkey's head with her hand, very gently.

The little black donkey seemed to be very human, and slowly stood up.

Deng Fang was very happy when he saw it get up, and praised the little black donkey for being human and aura.

But after the little black donkey got up, he turned around and looked at Deng Fang is back hooves.

"Oops!"

Deng Fang screamed and fell to the ground.

"Ahhhh After Deng Fang got up, his anger rose, his eyes widened, his hands were scratched, and he made a crazy gesture at the little black donkey, eager to eat it alive.

But the little black donkey ignored him, and lay down again, closing his eyes.

Deng Fang forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, he knew that it was important to get out now, and no longer bother with this donkey.

After thinking for a long time, Deng Fang could only walk to the grinding plate, put his hands on the edge of the stone mill, and moved back and forth.

Grind it slowly!

Although this method took a long time, it was also feasible, Deng Fang was patient, and began to grind little by little, and sure enough, it quickly saw results.

Seeing that there was a little bit of a small break in the hemp rope, Deng Fang was very happy, and the speed of moving his hands was a little faster.

After more than an hour, after the last bit of hemp rope was broken, Deng Fang's hands were finally freed.

Deng Fang moved his wrist for a while, and then came to the wooden door and began to think about how to remove the horizontal wood on it.

"Why don't you fight and use internal force to burn this horizontal wood?"

A thought appeared in Deng Fang's heart, but when he turned around and thought about it, he felt that it was inappropriate, if he burned this door, wouldn't he be able to get out, and after using his internal force, he was in severe pain, and it was difficult to escape.

"Do you want to smash the door open with a grinding disc?"

Deng Fang pondered carefully, but also felt that it was not feasible, and he couldn't lift such a big grinding plate.

Thinking of this, Deng Fang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but he couldn't think of a good way to get out.

Suddenly, Deng Fang realized something.

He walked to the wooden door, still muttering to himself.

"Isn't this wooden door pushed open from the inside out, and closed by a horizontal log inserted into the wall?"

"Doesn't that mean the crossbar can be moved?"

Thinking of this, Deng Fang stood in front of the wooden door and touched the horizontal wood on it with both hands, and sure enough, he found that it was a live wood that could move left and right.

Then, Deng Fang grabbed the horizontal wood with both hands, and moved it to the left, and the horizontal wood was moved over.

Then, Deng Fang pulled it vigorously, and one side of the horizontal wood was pulled out by himself.

Deng Fang laughed, but hurriedly lowered his voice.

At this moment, only one end of the crosswood was still in the wall, Deng Fang pulled it out in the direction, and the crosswood was pulled out by Deng Fang.

At this moment, the wooden door began to fall outward.

Deng Fang was shocked, hurriedly threw the horizontal log, and grabbed the wooden door with his hand.

"Haha, you still want to lock me up for breaking down the door like this?"

Deng Fang was complacent, but his movements were very light, for fear of making a little noise and waking up the old man and his two sons.

Gently, Deng Fang grabbed the wooden door and slowly lowered it outside, a large gap had leaked out of his head, and he could completely escape.

But Deng Fang was not in a hurry, and slowly put the wooden door down, as long as it did not attract attention, he was confident that he could escape from this small village.

"Almost, almost!"

Deng Fang whispered in an inaudible voice, and was about to put down the wooden door completely.

Suddenly, a strong force came from behind Deng Fang, knocking him out, the wooden door fell to the ground, and Deng Fang lay on the door.

Deng Fang was just about to raise his head when he felt a black shadow rush out of the mill, and then he jumped over his head and ran out of the yard.

Deng Fang looked at the dark shadow carefully and shouted violently.

"Oh, you dead donkey!"

This time, the noise was very loud, and the old man's inquiry came from the house next to him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Deng Fang also took care of the little black donkey, got up and ran outside the courtyard.

The small courtyard of the farmhouse does not even have a decent gate, it is simply fenced off, but it can be regarded as a portal.

At this moment, the fence had been knocked open by the little black donkey, and Deng Fang ran straight out of the yard.

After running out, Deng Fang bypassed a few crooked paths and ran towards the field.

Behind him, the shouts of the villagers were heard.

Deng Fang looked back, only to see a lot of torches flashing, looking at the battle was not small, it should be the old man who mobilized more than a dozen families in the village to find him.

Deng Fang was startled, and hurriedly ran forward, the vast snow, and he didn't know the direction, so he could only guess the direction casually.

After running not far, Deng Fang heard the voices behind him coming to his side.

It turned out that there was heavy snow all over the place, and the moonlight was unusually bright, and Deng Fang was running outside alone, which was very conspicuous, and had been discovered by the villagers.

Deng Fang was frightened in his heart, slipped under his feet, fell to the ground, and slid down the small slope.

In a hurry, Deng Fang clasped the snow with his hand, and then reluctantly stopped.

Suddenly, Deng Fang found a grass pile on the side, covered with snow, and the pale yellow rice stalk was exposed underneath.

Deng Fang's heart was crossed, he got up and ran to the grass, and got into it hard.

However, when Deng Fang drilled halfway, he found that something was wrong, in this wilderness, only this haystack could accommodate him, and it was easy for those villagers to find themselves.

Thinking of this, Deng Fang hurriedly came out again.

The shouts from behind became louder and louder, and in a hurry, Deng Fang had to hide in the field on the side, burrowing into the thick snow, and only showing his head.

After a while, a large group of villagers came and came here with torches.

The old man looked at the haystack and found the trail that Deng Fang had just gotten into, so he said loudly to everyone: "The donkey thief must be hiding here, and everyone will burn him!" ”

After listening to the old man's words, everyone lit the haystack with torches, and the fire soared to the sky for a while.

Deng Fang hid aside, quickly held his breath, and then buried his head in the snow, for fear that the villagers would find themselves in the firelight.

And in his heart, a series of questions appeared.

"Donkey thieves? Didn't the donkey run on its own, how did I steal it? ”