There were often propaganda teams spreading the guiding thoughts from above, constantly praising the great accomplishments of the leader. The leader was the faith of the common people. Through years of indoctrination and propaganda, his image was deeply ingrained in people’s minds.
The leader is the sky for the common people, the leader is the red sun of the east, illuminating the world with a cascade of light.
The cohesion of the common people who have faith is astonishingly powerful.
This generation can become the backbone of the country, playing a crucial bridging role for the future, precisely because of this cohesion. It lays the solid groundwork for rapid future development.
This was what Feng Qingxue had been thinking, and Lu Jiang also understood his father’s meaning, and was lost in thought.
What his father spoke of sharply differed from the propaganda promoted within the army.
"You’re worried about the sacrificed soldiers, but don’t forget, your wife and I at home worry no less about you. You’re also a part of the battlefield, we live in fear every day you’re not at home," Lu’s father’s voice grew increasingly somber, "But now is not the time. The current calm is in fact brewing a bigger storm."
Feng Qingxue patted the Little Fatty clinging to her in her arms, "Dad, what have you noticed?"
Lu’s father scoffed, "Don’t assume that only politics contain treachery. The military is no different; factions fight for power and leadership. Everyone wants to climb to the top, pushing competitors down in the process. Their victories or defeat directly affect everyone above. Ajiang, you naïve lad, so used to life and death situations that you’ve become idealistic. Where in this world can you find a perfect cause? Perfectionism doesn’t exist. I never trusted those propaganda pieces; I only believe in myself. Ajiang, let me ask you, when you discussed donating gold, did your wife remind you of anything?"
"Yes." Lu Jiang answered, actually Feng Qingxue had reminded him about this just last night, but he hadn’t noticed in his impulsiveness.
" She did remind you, didn’t she? Even though your wife is young, she is more thoughtful about this. The situation is uncertain, it’s best to be pessimistic." Father Lu shook his head, "Whether you’re training or fighting, spend more time reading. As the old saying goes, ’One is never too old to learn.’ Different age, different mentality, different impressions."
Although Feng Qingxue sometimes acted somewhat improperly, that was all in the past. Once she realized her mistakes, she made efforts to correct them instead of persisting in the wrong way.
Father Lu was far more satisfied with his daughter-in-law than with his son.
Amid her busy schedule, she continued to enrich herself, studying medicine, practicing calligraphy and painting. With the guidance of Mr. and Mrs. Xu, her progress was remarkable. Moreover, she was learning Russian, English, arithmetic, and embroidery from the elderly couple.
Though the Xu family had fallen from grace, the old couple had not lost their knowledge.
In fact, they were also proficient in music, but they feared that the sound would alert others. Additionally, without the necessary resources, they regretted not being able to pass on this knowledge to Feng Qingxue.
Once Father Lu started, he couldn’t help but continue: "It’s not that I’m unwilling to part with the gold. Our family has lost many more valuable things. If you can support the family, the existence of gold is negligible. When the future generations grow up, they will be able to earn back a family fortune. But remember this—you can only do good deeds when the safety of your family is ensured—safety!"