He Qingyin listened to Feng Qingxue's words, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll ask He Hongjun if it's possible to arrange for me to join the labor re-education in your hometown. Though I'm not young anymore, being in my fifties doesn't mean I'm decrepit. Even if all I do is help with washing and tidying up, I'll still be fulfilling my duty as a student."
Wen Ruyu was already past seventy, what could someone of such an age do? She usually spent her time writing and painting, had never done household chores, let alone farming. She would probably be more of a burden to the brigade.
He Qingyin couldn't help but voice her complaints, and Feng Qingxue couldn't resist covering her mouth to laugh.
