Today, before dawn, he set off with his attendants to stake out the place. Then, daringly, he followed the convoy to a spot by the mountains.
From afar, he saw a high wall being built. Outside the wall, at intervals, there were government officials standing guard. The farmers needed to queue outside the gate to verify their identities before entering one by one.
That kind of formation was clearly heavily guarded. What on earth was inside this wall? And what were the farmers up to in there?
He became even more curious but dared not approach during broad daylight. His plump body lay in the grass for an entire day, making his limbs stiff.
Finally, when it turned dark and the farmers had finished their work and returned to the county by carriage, his two attendants dragged him up from the grass.
