Chen Shuhua immediately became anxious.

She witnessed the soldiers' reactions last night.

To be honest, in all the years that their performing arts troupe has performed, there has never been such a warm response as last night, which she really envied.

"Xiao Lu, I'll talk to Lao Gao about the farm. Anyway, you absolutely have to join our performing arts troupe!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Mingcheng could no longer remain silent.

He took the teapot from Xiuxiu, poured Chen Shuhua a glass of water, and then said:

"Sister-in-law, please don't make things difficult for my husband. If Fangfang goes to the performing arts troupe, what will happen to the children?"

"We're going to the provincial capital together, Xiao Zhuang. Don't worry, the conditions there are much better than here. The military region even has daycare centers where people will take care of the kids."

Chen Shuhua waved her hand, not thinking it was a problem.

In this day and age, many people live apart from their spouses due to work, and they still live just fine.

Seeing that Zhuang Mingcheng's expression was not good, she comforted him, "Xiao Zhuang, look at my children, aren't they all doing well in the provincial capital? My husband is very relieved."

Zhuang Mingcheng: "..."

He glanced at his sister-in-law Shuhua, but didn't dare to say anything.

"Don't worry, Commander? I just won't complain to my wife."

Despite the regimental commander's seemingly carefree and authoritative demeanor, he was actually quite afraid of Sister-in-law Shuhua, and could only confide his inner turmoil to them.

"Xiao Zhuang, you can't be so selfish. The child is receiving a better education in the provincial capital. For the sake of the child and your partner, you should support her. Aren't you happy that Fangfang can have a better future?"

Zhuang Mingcheng shook his head. He would definitely be happy if his wife could be even better.

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, he quickly nodded... no, then shook his head...

"No, sister-in-law, you've confused me. This matter depends on Fangfang's own opinion."

"Yes, yes, it depends on what Xiao Lu thinks."

Chen Shuhua turned to look at Lu Fangfang again, "Little Lu, let me tell you, our cultural troupe is a unit directly under the military region, the benefits are great, and we live in dormitory-style apartments."

"Xiao Lu, based on your song 'Little White Poplar,' I guarantee you'll be able to sing it in Beijing within two years!"

In order to recruit Lu Fangfang into the performing arts troupe, Chen Shuhua started making empty promises.

Xiuxiu stood to the side, her eyes lighting up. If her sister went to the provincial capital, she would have to go with her to take care of her. That would make buying books much easier.

Beside him, Zhuang Mingcheng opened his mouth again, but ultimately said nothing.

Just like he said, it depends on his wife's own wishes.