The Divine Donkey Title Can Wait

When Zhao He carried his rice bowl out the door, the vegetable cart at the village entrance had already been lifted for the second time.

This time, no one had laid a hand on it. It was all thanks to word of mouth.

Old Chen, who kept the village accounts, squatted beneath the locust tree with a ledger spread over his knees, listening as the people beside him spoke animatedly. Yesterday, six people had unloaded the vegetables. Metagross had lifted the wheel, and two planks had been shoved underneath. It should have taken only a few words to record clearly.

By the time Zhao He walked over, Mudbray had already claimed a whole line in the ledger.

"When did it push the cart?"

Old Chen looked up. "Your father said it was a big help."

Zhao He turned toward the courtyard gate.

The old man was leading the yellow horse out. Hearing this, he immediately waved his hand. "I said it had great strength. Who said it used that strength?"

"Yesterday, you were even pointing at its hoofprints..."

"Just because there are hoofprints means it pushed the cart? My shoeprints were there too. Why didn't you write me down?"

Old Chen was stumped.

Zhao He set his bowl beside the tree roots, took the pen, and crossed out that line. Whoever had helped yesterday should be recorded. Otherwise, when the cart owner returned to offer thanks, he might thank the wrong person.

As for Mudbray, it had gone to sleep early last night and woken late this morning. It was still chewing grass in the western shed and had not even stepped outside the courtyard.

The old man followed over for a look, clearly a little disappointed.

"It really can push."

"I know."

"Then write that down too."

"Dad, this