"Comrade Liu, why do you photograph everything?"
Lu Fangfang was carrying a basket in one hand and quail eggs in the other, looking somewhat amused and exasperated.
"Comrade Lu, don't move, please don't move."
Liu Wenhui was still excited at this moment.
This scene is fantastic. Compared to Comrade Lu's previous espionage incidents, it gives the impression that he is both literate and capable.
She truly deserves to be called a model military wife!
Seeing Wang Shufen behind her putting feed into the trough, Liu Wenhui quickly took another picture of the two of them together.
After a while, she picked up her notebook and started writing quickly.
"Comrade Liu, are you done yet?"
Lu Fangfang remained in one position, and her body was still a little sore.
"Alright, alright, Comrade Lu, you go about your business, don't worry about me."
Liu Wenhui didn't even look up, still writing rapidly.
Lu Fangfang leaned forward and took a curious look.
Her notebook was filled with self-praise: a model military wife, capable of raising quails and catching spies to provide nutrition for the soldiers…
Oh my, she was a little embarrassed by it; it was just too cheesy.
She glanced up at Liu Wenhui and saw her writing excitedly, as if she had been inspired, so she didn't want to disturb her.
She walked to the side and continued picking up quail eggs.
By the time she finished collecting the quail eggs from the egg collector, quite some time had passed, and Liu Wenhui had already finished writing.
"Comrade Liu, isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"
"Sister-in-law, it's not an exaggeration at all. You don't know, our military region assists the Chengdu Military Region in being responsible for border defense in the Ngari region of Tibet..."
Liu Wenhui closed her notebook and began to recount a past experience.
"Last time I accompanied the commander on an inspection tour, the soldiers there were really suffering too much."
"Our military region still has soldiers in Ali, Tibet."
Lu Fangfang was somewhat shocked to hear this.
The Ngari region is located in the westernmost part of China. The altitude there is high, and it will be very difficult there, not to mention now, but even in future generations.
Moreover, the Ngari region is bordered by India to the south, making it a true frontier.
Fortunately, the war a few years ago taught them a lesson, otherwise they wouldn't have behaved themselves.
"Yes, the soldiers there have it so tough. Let alone being stationed there, I get out of breath after just a few steps. I even got sick after going there once."
"Comrade Lu, the environment on the plateau is very harsh and resources are scarce. If they could have an egg every day to supplement their nutrition, that would be an incredibly happy thing."
Lu Fangfang listened silently, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
Looking back at the quails in the cage, she made up her mind that she would definitely have the farm raise more quails.
In addition to what the soldiers in the regiment eat, the rest will be sent to the military region so that these eggs can support the soldiers on the frontier.
Wang Shufen, who was standing nearby, also felt a pang of sadness.
Both she and her sister are military dependents, so they can understand this feeling.
These soldiers on the frontier also have relatives; how worried they must be.
"Comrade Lu, could you tell me about quails? And how to raise them? This is the first time I've ever seen anyone raising quails."
Liu Wenhui opened the notebook and picked up her pen again.
She was shocked by the more than one hundred quail eggs on the egg collector.
They've only raised a row of quails, and the cages aren't even full yet, but they've already laid so many eggs in just one day.
If all the cages in the breeding shed were filled with quails, wouldn't they lay thousands of eggs a day?
Liu Wenhui felt that this stuff was also suitable for other military units to raise, and their propaganda department could promote it.
"We've only just started raising quails, but we've already accumulated some experience."
Lu Fangfang pulled Liu Wenhui along, showing her around as she began to explain.
In those days, every military unit would grow some grains and vegetables, and the logistics department would raise chickens, ducks, and pigs.
Some units even turned to land reclamation and production, becoming self-sufficient and handing over grain every year.
Liu Wenhui asked her about quail farming methods, and she understood and was happy to share.
"Comrade Wenhui, who is Comrade Liu Wentao from the Political Department to you? You two look somewhat alike."
"Oh, that's my brother, my own brother."
"Wenhui, Wentao, no wonder."
Lu Fangfang couldn't help but glance at Liu Wenhui again. The two siblings were truly remarkable to be able to serve in the military region together.
After introducing the breeding shed and the feeding cages, she pulled Liu Wenhui to the outer room.
She opened the drawer and took out the quail farming techniques she had written before.
"Comrade Liu, please take this. It's something I wrote down, based on my experience raising quails. See if it can help you."
Liu Wenhui's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take it.
She opened the notebook and, looking at the neat handwriting inside, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "This handwriting is really good."
"Comrade Lu, this is so detailed, it could be printed as a book. Thank you so much."
Lu Fangfang smiled and said, "As long as it's useful to you."
Liu Wenhui carefully put the notebook into her handbag.
She asked a few more questions and then had a better understanding of the situation.
Quail can indeed be raised, but it's best if it's raised by a regimental-level unit, and on a large scale.
"Comrade Lu, thank you so much for your help today. I will definitely send you a copy once my article is published."
"I will also recommend this aquaculture technique book. If it can be printed, the military region will send you royalties."
Liu Wenhui closed the notebook with satisfaction, then reached out her hand.
"Comrade Liu, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Comrade Lu, me too, wishing you a happy marriage once again!"
Lu Fangfang grasped her hand and shook it vigorously, her heart filled with anticipation.
She didn't expect to publish a book and get royalties; just having one article about her and Zhuang Mingcheng published would be enough for her. It would be the best wedding gift for her and Mingcheng.
No, the second best wedding gift.
She glanced down at the sash and medals on her chest, feeling quite pleased with herself.
She has finally left her mark on this era.
She, Lu Fangfang, is a recipient of the Third-Class Merit Citation and a model military wife!
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