This group of oddly dressed scouts marched toward Heifeng Mountain, encountering one mishap and burst of laughter after another along the way.
Daniu, squeezed into his tight peasant outfit, was already panting heavily after walking only a few steps. Fatty shook his hand drum, deliberately swaying around Daniu. "Daniu, your 'farmer' is walking slower than my peddler! How are we going to scout later?"
Daniu retorted irritably, "You fat tub of lard, you have the nerve to talk. Your belly jiggles with every step—the bandits will spot us from a mile away."
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