Chapter 1003 - 939: Tired of It
Sizzle...
The mutton, filled with cumin and chili, emanated an alluring aroma.
Jiang Hao rotated the skewers and took a deep breath, saying to Jiang Yuan, "Cumin must have a grudge against sheep. Without its distinct flavor, we wouldn’t be able to eat so much mutton."
"Probably some wild sheep ate its whole family," Mu Zhiyang said as he moved a chair to sit by, alternating between sips of beer and bites of mutton, truly in a festive mood.
Jiang Hao really liked Mu Zhiyang’s style. He clinked his beer bottle against Mu’s, laughing: "Wild sheep ate the ancestors of cumin, then after years of relentless mutation, cumin has finally led domestic goats and sheep to prosperous days, tragically beautiful."
"Brother Hao is quite poetic. You could consider building a guesthouse here in the mountains. Those who eat plain steamed buns with pickles can stay for free and can also be treated to some roast mutton, finally becoming the Jiali Village’s timely hero," Mu Zhiyang joked.
"Song Jianghao, huh? Sounds quite nice actually," Jiang Hao laughed, "Song Jiang used to be an official in the county, right? Wonder what his rank was?"
Serious readers of Water Margin focus on the eight-hundred-thousand strong army’s drillmaster and his beautiful wife, good people don’t dwell on Song Jiang’s rank.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, the eldest Meng Chengbiao stepped in, saying, "Song Jiang was a head jailer, a rank below the deputy county chief but higher than the bureau leaders. Somewhat like a big secretary in the office."
"At least two ranks higher than Commissioner Huang," Mu Zhiyang summarized.