Chapter 893: A Group of Masters 1
Although Lu Jiang’s father was a landlord, he was one learned in the classics, sharing common ground with those masters of academia. Now, living together with them in the cowshed, they couldn’t help but sympathize with each other’s plight. In private, he provided them with some help, so he knew the specifics of their situations well.
Listening to his father reel off the names, Feng Qingxue swallowed hard, her eyes growing distant.
The masters from the Capital were the cream of the academic crop, the very top of the top. Casually mention any of their names, and they were the kind that future generations would look up to with immense respect.
In terms of seniority, Lou Shaonong and Lin Yufen were their juniors.
Moreover, two of the elderly masters were supposed to have died last year, in August or September, but now they were not only alive but also had been sent down to live with the Wanglou Brigade. Given the situation in Wanglou Brigade, their lives could certainly be preserved.
Actually, the folks from Wanglou Brigade greatly respected scholars. They were of a simple and honest nature, very grateful.
Even if they knew the people sent down from above had a bad "class status", no one would intentionally harm them. The main concern was fearing responsibility for any loss of life that might beset the people of their brigade.
Of course, the most important thing was that the village elders had life experience, unlike the hot-headed students outside.
"Dad, ’Comrade Cui’ is probably Comrade Cui Shaoyuan," said Feng Qingxue.
Without waiting for her father-in-law to ask, Feng Qingxue recounted in full detail how she had rescued Cui Hongbin on her way home.