"Spring Swallow, does your painting bear the mark of the King of the Snow Mountains?"

Hongbing, holding the drawing paper, smugly stepped forward.

“My painting doesn’t bear the mark of the King of the Snow Mountains, but it does have the lip print of the Tibetan wild ass. It’s no worse than yours.”

Zhang Chunyan gave a soft hum, then looked at it again, liking it very much.

The Pallas's cat in this painting is so lifelike, it looks just like the real thing. It's so cute!

Hongbing looked at her painting and thought his own Snow Mountain King was better, especially since it had two snow leopards in it.

Well, although one of them was a bit too fat.

"Hongbing, Chunyan, how did you write your letter?"

"Yes, yes, please tell us about it."

The students surrounded the two of them, asking them a series of questions.

"No, no, Aunt Lu is going to continue drawing comic books, don't disturb her."

"That's right, that's right, the King of the Snow Mountain belongs to me alone."

Hongbing was full of confidence. He held up the drawing paper and tried to imitate the roar of a snow leopard.

However, thinking about what was written in the letter, he hesitated for a long time before finally meowing and then blushing shyly.

The King of Snow Mountains, really, how can it be called that?

...

Other young readers in the provincial capital also received replies from Lu Fangfang one after another.

They were delighted with the painting inside the envelope.

Those who receive a picture of a Tibetan fox are especially happy, as the fox's melancholy appearance makes them laugh.

The parents of the young readers were also somewhat surprised.

They never expected that the children would receive a reply, especially since the reply contained such a special gift.

Seeing how excited their children were, some parents immediately wrote thank-you letters to Lu Fangfang.

...

The provincial capital zoo.

The feed handler looked at the three newly arrived jackal pups with a sense of helplessness.

The crowd wanted to see Tibetan foxes, Pallas's cats, and snow leopards, but the zoo director brought in three little jackal cubs instead.

Their work group wasn't well-off to begin with, and now three more meat-eating animals have arrived.

He took out the comic book and looked at the Pallas's cat in it. It was exactly the cat of his dreams. If there was one in the zoo, it would definitely attract more people to visit.

It came to the zoo, and it can catch mice, so we don't have to worry about rat infestations anymore. It's a win-win situation.

And this shady fox, it would be great if we could bring in two of them.

He realized that the masses like to see things differently.

"Awoo~"

"Awoo~"

"Alright, alright, I'll get you something to eat right away."

Looking at the three pitiful little creatures, the zookeeper sighed again.

He put away the comic book and turned to get some food.

...

Qilian Mountains.

For the past few days, Zhuang Mingcheng and his company have been clearing out wild animals that have come down from the mountains and injured livestock near the regiment.

That afternoon, just as he and his company returned to the regiment, Hao Dazhuang came briskly over, carrying a cloth bag.

"Commander, your wife's letter just arrived today."

"ah?"

Zhuang Mingcheng scratched the back of his head, wondering if he had misread it.

He pointed to the cloth bag in Hao Dazhuang's arms and asked, "These...are all of these?"

"Yes, there are two large packages, and more than ten letters were sent separately."

Zhuang Mingcheng accepted it with some disbelief.

He took a look and, sure enough, all the letters had his wife's name on them. The two largest packages inside were also sent by the provincial publishing house.

Clutching the cloth bag, he returned home somewhat disillusioned and handed it to his wife.

"This...this is all mine?"

Lu Fangfang was also stunned.

She spent two days replying to the twenty-odd letters she received a few days ago, and now... how come so many more have arrived?

She called to her husband and Xiuxiu, and they quickly unpacked the packages.

The package was full of drawing paper. She knew immediately what it was about; the major spy case at the provincial publishing house must have been settled.

The other large package was full of letters.

The group opened and counted the letters, finding that there were more than sixty in total. The addresses were also varied, including those from the provincial capital and those from other provinces.

"Sister, with so many letters, can you possibly reply to them all?"

Xiuxiu muttered to herself, completely mesmerized.

Beside him, Zhuang Mingcheng was also shocked. He was worried that his wife would get tired from writing more than sixty letters.

"I...I..."

Lu Fangfang, petting the little flower, was also tired of watching it.

Let alone replying, there are so many letters, it would take her most of the day just to read them all.

"Please help me sort them first. Put the ones with mailing addresses on the left and the ones without mailing addresses on the right."

As Lu Fangfang spoke, she began to divide the ingredients.

Finally, she counted them and found fifty-three letters with addresses written on them. Looking at the childish handwriting on the letter paper, she didn't want to disappoint her young readers.

After thinking for a moment, she looked up at Xiuxiu and her husband.

"Fangfang, what...what do you want to do?"

Zhuang Mingcheng had a bad feeling.

Lu Fangfang divided the fifty-three letters into three piles and pushed them in front of the two men.

"Sister, should I go back and forth?"

Xiuxiu was in high spirits and didn't care much; she wanted to see what the young readers had written in their letters.

As for Zhuang Mingcheng, he sighed inwardly, but did not object.

...

After the meal, the three of them sat at the desk in the inner room and began writing their replies.

Lu Fangfang still has some of her previous sketches, but she doesn't care about keeping them anymore and plans to give them all to her young readers.

She let the two of them write first, and then she opened the letter that the provincial publishing house had sent her.

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