Along a narrow path choked with overgrown weeds, peasants worked in small groups in the fields on either side.
Two figures—one plump and one lean—crouched low among the weeds at the roadside. Waiting until the villagers heading toward the distant settlement had moved well out of hearing, they stood up, crept forward a short distance, and quickly dropped back into a squat.
Stealing a glance ahead before pulling his gaze back, Fatty muttered, "I'm telling you, Tianzhen, do we really have to trail Xiaoge like this? If we want to know where he's going, why don't we just ask him?" With all this stopping, going, and sneaking around, didn't he see the local folks about to come over and haul them in?
Chapter 594