"Brothers! Great news! The imperial court has sent Lieutenant Chen here to recruit us!"
In the Liangshan Bo Juyi Hall, "Timely Rain" Song Jiang's face was red and his voice was trembling. He held up the wine bowl in his hand and looked at the one hundred and eight brothers in the hall, as if he was about to jump with excitement.
The hall suddenly exploded.
Most of the leaders showed joy, talking about "finally standing out" and "can honor the ancestors", all kinds of comments were buzzing, like countless flies flying in their ears.
I, Wu Song, was sitting among these "flies", holding a rough porcelain wine bowl in my hand. The wine in the bowl was sloshing around, reflecting my unhappy face.
There was only one thought in my mind: Recruitment? Damn it, Ann!
