Looking back on her past and present lives, Feng Qingxue had eaten wild rabbit meat, but had never eaten wild boar meat.

When I was in my hometown in the countryside, during the autumn harvest season, the uncles and brothers in my old family would always ride their skinny motorcycles and drive their skinny dogs to hunt rabbits and pheasants all over the mountains and fields after they finished their work, or at night.

They did not do it for fame or for no other reason. When they caught so many pheasants and rabbits that they could not eat them all, they would give them to their neighbors to taste.

The rabbit meat is tender and the pheasant meat is tough. It has a wild flavor and tastes really good.

However, Feng Qingxue had heard stories from the elders in the tribe about hunting wild boars when they were young. One of the clan uncles who was older than her grandfather had his left leg broken by a wild boar, leaving him disabled.

They all said that skinning a wild boar was a hassle, cooking the meat was a waste of time, and even eating the meat was difficult.

"I've never seen a wild boar, nor have I eaten one." Feng Qingxue responded to Lu Jiang.

Lu Jiang took the opportunity to kill the snake, "When I return to the army, if I am lucky enough to kill a wild boar, I will ask someone to smoke it and send you some."

"How can that be?" Feng Qingxue didn't think she had such a big face. "Comrade Lu Jiang, hunting wild boars is so hard and risky, don't take risks just because of what I said. You are soldiers, your duty is to defend the country, not to satisfy the appetite of a little girl like me. Besides, I don't want to eat, I'm just a little curious about wild boars."

Lu Jiang responded vaguely, but he decided in his heart that after returning to the army, he would take some time to go to the mountains to eliminate the harm to the people.

It was a rare opportunity to have such close contact, so Lu Zhiyuan's mouth was busy.

"Girl, what kind of books do you like to read?" Lu Zhiyuan firmly believed that Feng Qingxue was a talented girl, and he didn't intend to ask her what housework she could do or how many work points she could earn.

If the class system had not been broken after the founding of New China, the Lu family would have been well off even if they were not rich now.

Lu Zhiyuan has been pampered for half his life and has the temperament of a scholar in his bones.

Feng Qingxue glanced at Wang Zhengguo and saw him nod, indicating that she could speak the truth in front of Lu Zhiyuan, so she smiled and said, "I have never been to school formally. I learned everything by myself through textbooks I bought from scrap collection stations. I remember when I was in literacy class, the teacher taught us that reading can help us understand things, so I never gave up on myself. Uncle Lu asked me what kind of books I like to read, and I like to read a lot of books, including poetry, songs, and literary classics. There is nothing I don't like."

At this point, Feng Qingxue paused, and then continued: "The current situation is too complicated. I am timid, so I never tell others that I study by myself, and I never tell them what books I like to read."

Her favorite books are none other than the Four Great Classical Novels, and none more so than The Dream of Red Mansions, which occupies half of the readers’ hearts. Is it possible to say it out loud?

Although he didn't get a clear answer, it was enough. Lu Zhiyuan was very satisfied. To be able to say this showed that the girl in front of him was really well-read and cautious.

In today's era, we do need to be cautious.

Lu Zhiyuan wanted to say something else, but found that the ox cart had already arrived at Caohu Brigade.

"Don't go down. Wait here. I'll send Xue home." Wang Zhengguo was thoughtful. When he said this, Lu Zhiyuan and Lu Jiang had no objection. Even though Lu Jiang wanted to send Feng Qingxue home personally, he had to be careful about the impact.

Wang Zhengguo is the uncle, so no one would gossip about him when he sends his niece home, but that is not the case with Lu Jiang.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

If the two of them had settled down and Lu Jiang sent Feng Qingxue home, no one would have anything to say, but unfortunately no one did.