Chapter 45 - 45 0045 Set Your Mind 1_1

Chapter 45: Chapter 0045 Set Your Mind 1_1 Chapter 45: Chapter 0045 Set Your Mind 1_1 Feng Qingxue walked her way home, pondering Madam Xu’s words and questioning herself in her heart. Are you sincerely willing to marry a peasant who has a good background, but lacks much in the way of education? Are you truly willing to live a life where you work from sunrise to sunset, counting how many work points and how much grain you can get by the end of the year, living a life devoid of any soulful interactions—just waiting for the end of this cultural catastrophe? Are you content to pin your hopes on the next generation for the rest of your life? No, she isn’t! She truly isn’t! It’s not that she despises illiterate farmers; in her heart, all people are equal regardless of wealth and status. This is what her grandparents and parents taught her, something she has always remembered and upheld. However, when it comes to whether one’s background is good or not, she lacks the courage to marry a man with no cultural literacy at all. She cannot accept that while she talks about Dream of the Red Chamber, he discusses how much manure they used in the fields and how many bushels of grain it will yield this year. With mismatched cultural backgrounds and tastes, resentment would only deepen over time—which definitely wouldn’t lead to a good outcome. It’s not that there are no people with good backgrounds and high cultural literacy, but the majority are in the cities. Many units tend to select people based on their backgrounds and cultural knowledge. In this tough era, with the given circumstances of her predecessors, besides her beauty, people might not appreciate her. Now, with widespread disasters across the country, the supply of commercial grain in urban areas is interrupted from time to time—how many are willing to marry a country woman? Based on her understanding, even if she married a man from the city, her household registration would not change to an urban one; instead, it would increase their living pressures. Furthermore, she plans on living with Feng Qingyun after marrying. Perhaps, she should really meet Lu Jiang. As her Uncle Wang said, there is nothing wrong with Lu himself. The only concern is regarding his family background. In her view, one’s family background is not the standard for evaluating a person’s character. The main concern was the storm that the Cultural Revolution could bring due to one’s family background. However, without trials and tribulations, how can one have a rainbow? Who can guarantee smooth sailing throughout one’s life, even if one marries someone with a good background? With such thoughts, she shifted her direction: before heading home, Feng Qingxue decided to go to the Wanglou Brigade. Even though replying Uncle Wang right now seemed to be a bit impatient, not showing enough restraint, it won’t do to drag one’s feet in some matters. From Uncle Wang’s words, it seemed that Lu was also awaiting her response. She put the clothes from Madam Xu into her space, and took a few things from her space and put them in her carrying basket. And thus, Feng Qingxue walked into the Wanglou Brigade. The former Feng Qingxue held a deep impression of the Wanglou Brigade. This was due to Uncle Wang’s shrewd and decisive personality. He didn’t follow official guidelines in growing crops, instead encouraging the Wanglou Brigade to plant high-yield crops such as sweet potatoes and corn. The area was mountainous and perfectly suited for these crops, leading to good harvests. Thus, even during times of famine, the people in this area thrived, their spirits a hundred times stronger than those in the Feng Family’s village. It had been a long time since she last visited—the people of the Wanglou Brigade no longer recognized Feng Qingxue. “Oh, who’s the pretty lass? Whom are you looking for?” A middle-aged woman passing by couldn’t help but inquire, having noticed Feng Qingxue’s beauty and the graceful composure that set her apart from the local women. The Wanglou Brigade was a small place, and everyone knew each other. Therefore, a stranger would naturally attract attention. Feng Qingxue swiftly greeted the woman with a smile, “Good day, Auntie. I’m here to find my uncle.” “And who’s your uncle?” “My uncle’s name is Wang Zhengguo.” The name Zhengguo had been chosen by Lu Zhiyuan’s parents.