Upon hearing Dang Wenzheng's words, Yan Fei was perplexed: "What does someone blocking the doors of the town government have to do with me?"
Dang Wenzheng explained: "It's still the issue about the poverty relief fund from a few years ago. I don't know what they heard this time, but they started making a fuss again!"
Yan Fei, who had just reached his bicycle, stopped in his tracks, "What does this have to do with me? Why are you summoning me?"
"They heard that you're intending to distribute cows for everyone to raise, and are now surrounding the government's entrance, demanding that all the cows be sent to their village for rearing." Seeing Yan Fei stopped moving, Dang Wenzheng started to panic. "Hurry up! Why aren't you leaving?"
"This has nothing to do with me. The cows are mine, and I can let anyone raise them. They can surround whoever's door, they are not surrounding my door, it's not my place to handle this. Why are you asking me to go there? To watch the fun?"