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.