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!
