Lu Fangfang was taken aback. She covered herself with the quilt, turned around, and walked out.
In the courtyard, Zhuang Mingcheng saw his wife come out and waved to her.
"Fangfang, Dazhuang gave me a letter. It's addressed to you. The address is in the provincial capital."
Zhuang Mingcheng held the letter and touched it again, feeling that it was quite thick.
He had just returned from picking spruce towers with Xiaohua and the little Tibetan fox when he ran into Hao Dazhuang delivering a letter, so he simply gave it to his wife.
"The provincial capital? Was it Comrade Wenhui's article published?"
Lu Fangfang had no other friends in the provincial capital, except for Comrade Wen Hui, who could be considered half a friend.
Comrade Wenhui said before that if the article was published in the newspaper, she would send herself a copy, and it has finally arrived.
She was very happy and quickly walked over to take the envelope from her husband's hand.
Looking at the front of the envelope, she was right when she saw that it was from Liu Wenhui of the military region's propaganda department.
She looked at it carefully again, but wasn't in a hurry to unpack it; she planned to go back and check it again later.
"Mingcheng, how many spruce towers did you collect today?"
As she spoke, Lu Fangfang looked up at the courtyard.
The donkey cart was parked right at the door, and she was somewhat surprised to see the spruce tower on it.
My husband really picked up quite a lot today, almost half a cartload. There's even a rabbit on top, which Xiaohua must have caught.
Next to the Spruce Tower, there were some dead branches, piled up quite a bit.
With such a large cartload of firewood, she estimated it would last at least ten to fifteen days.
If we collect a few more cartloads, it will be enough for the whole winter.
She praised Zhuang Mingcheng, said goodbye to her sister-in-law Shufen, and left with the letter.
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