Zhao Lanying was quite curious.

She had just heard it: three yuan for a painting. It really shocked her.

"Yes, the provincial capital's art publishing house is going to publish a comic book about the Qilian Mountains, the story of the Pallas's cat separating from its family that I told you and Sister Shufen before."

Lu Fangfang unpacked the package and gave a casual introduction.

When the Pallas's cats divided their property, she also talked to Sister Shufen and Sister-in-law Lanying about it.

"Xiao Lu, you're really amazing."

Zhao Lanying listened, stunned, and filled with admiration.

She never even dared to imagine turning the stories she told into comic books.

"Xiao Lu, your comic book has been published. You must let me know so I can buy a copy for my child."

"Okay, you won't need to buy it then, I'll give you a copy for free."

Lu Fangfang smiled and nodded.

She opened the package and found it full of high-quality drawing paper. She took out a few sheets and looked at them, and liked them very much.

She reached into her shirt pocket for a pen, her hands itching to use it.

There wasn't much going on at the farm, so she took a few sheets of drawing paper and went to the pasture outside.

It's already mid-September, and the entire grassland has turned yellow.

In the distance, a wild donkey leisurely grazes on the grass, while a little flower and a little Tibetan fox catch pikas on the grassland.

Lu Fangfang looked at it and then walked to the tarpaulin.

These days, the farm has harvested a lot of grass seeds, which are now drying on tarpaulins, covering a whole large area.

She reached out and pushed the grass seeds aside to make room, then plopped down on them.