"Sister Shufen, Mingcheng and I are going to the troupe. You can use the donkey cart to bring rapeseed home first."
"By the way, you have to keep a close eye on it; this greedy donkey is a master at stealing food."
"Oh...ah..."
Lu Fangfang wouldn't tolerate the stubborn little mule.
She grabbed the donkey by the ear and handed it to Wang Shufen.
"Girl, it's okay to eat a little, I don't mind."
"Sis, it didn't just eat a little bit, look at its belly!"
"It's alright, it's alright."
Wang Shufen stroked the little wild donkey, adoring it.
She didn't mind that the little wild donkey had stolen a bite.
Back in her hometown, donkeys were considered large livestock, and during the autumn harvest, they had to be cared for with eggs mixed with good feed.
Seeing this, Lu Fangfang shook her head helplessly.
Turning her head, she saw that the little Tibetan fox was playing with Daya and Tiedan, so she didn't need to worry.
She gave the stubborn little donkey another instruction, then pulled Zhuang Mingcheng and went to the regiment.
When the time came, the two waited a while longer before the phone rang.
Zhuang Mingcheng stood up and quickly picked up the phone receiver.
Lu Fangfang also went over and listened in.
Both father and son are introverted. During the phone call, they both held back their emotions, like two wooden figures having a conversation. After a while, they ran out of things to say.
"Fangfang, um, why don't you say a few words to Dad?"
Lu Fangfang smiled and glanced at Zhuang Mingcheng before taking the phone receiver.
"Dad, hello, this is Fangfang. How are you feeling?"
On the other end of the phone, a smile appeared on Zhuang's father's solemn face.
"Okay, I'm fine, Fangfang. Congratulations on receiving the Third-Class Merit Citation and the title of Model Military Wife. I'm so proud of you..."
Zhuang Mingcheng moved closer to his wife, feeling a pang of sadness as he listened.
Dad didn't say that to him just now.
The two chatted for a long time over the phone, like old friends despite their age difference.
After a while, Zhuang's father picked up the receiver and brought up the matter of pregnancy.
“Fangfang, you’re all alone over there, and Mingcheng is busy with work and can’t take care of you. Think about it, do you want to come to Beijing while your pregnancy is still in its early stages? Dad will buy you a sleeper ticket.”
"Your home in Beijing is close to the hospital, and there are people there to take care of you. The conditions are better than in Qilian..."
Zhuang Mingcheng leaned close to his wife and listened, then paused in surprise.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But after hearing what his father said, he silently closed his eyes again. The conditions in Beijing were indeed better than here.
Even for the sake of his wife and children, he couldn't refuse his father's kindness.
"Fangfang, don't worry. Dad still has some influence. If you want to stay in Beijing in the future, Dad will find you a job..."
Lu Fangfang listened into the receiver, then secretly glanced at her husband.
She noticed that Zhuang Mingcheng had no expression on his face, but his eyes were a little moist, so his heart was definitely not as calm as he appeared.
"Don't worry about Mingcheng. He's fine on his own. He went away for four or five years and didn't come home once."
Mr. Zhuang still harbored some resentment, saying, "Once the baby is born, he'll go to school here, and you'll work here too..."
"Dad! What are you saying?"
Zhuang Mingcheng grew impatient and interrupted the old man.
This is practically separating him from his wife and children, forcing them to live apart.
Just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, no, maybe he and his wife only see each other once a year. The old man really doesn't care about him at all.
Lu Fangfang suppressed a laugh, covered the receiver, and quickly said, "Dad, don't worry about me. I'm doing fine here. I'd actually feel out of place if I went to Beijing."
"Dad, after the baby is born, Mingcheng and I will go back to Beijing to see you."
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zhuang sounded slightly regretful.
"Fangfang, I respect your decision, but if you want to come over, just give me a call and I'll have someone pick you up."
“I’ve reserved a courtyard for you in this home in Beijing.”
...
Emerging from the call room, Zhuang Mingcheng walked back expressionlessly.
He received a phone call that nearly caused his wife and child to leave him.
And it was his own father who did it, who can he complain to?
Lu Fangfang followed behind her man with a smile on her face; she was in a pretty good mood at the moment.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, there is a letter for you."
Hao Dazhuang waved the envelope and ran over quickly.
"Comrade Dazhuang, thank you for your help."
Lu Fangfang took it and saw that it was sent by Comrade Wen Hui from the provincial capital.
Without rushing to open it, she put it in her pocket and then quickly chased after her husband.
"Mingcheng, slow down."
Zhuang Mingcheng slowed down.
Once outside, he grasped his wife's hand and said, "Fangfang, you've suffered so much here with me."
"What nonsense are you talking about? What am I suffering here? I've even gained weight."
Lu Fangfang rolled her eyes at him.
She wouldn't go to the capital right now; she'd only go after the storm had passed, and even then, she'd go with her husband.
"How about... how about you consider what Dad said?"
"You want me to live the life of a widow?"
Lu Fangfang pinched him indignantly, then walked away quickly.
Behind him, Zhuang Mingcheng scratched his head, then suddenly laughed and quickly caught up with his wife.
In the wasteland, Wang Shufen was using a donkey cart to transport rapeseed to the family compound.
The two went to the field, picked up sickles, and harvested all the remaining rapeseed.
In the afternoon, they transported the bundled rapeseed back to the family compound.
Now the wasteland is clean, with only a single green cabbage and radish remaining.
When the temperature drops below zero in a few days, these cabbages and radishes in the field will have to be transported home and stored.
"Xiao Hua, thank you for guarding this place. Go back now."
Lu Fangfang pulled on the tarpaulin and, together with her husband, covered the freshly harvested rapeseed.
There's fog in the morning, so you can't go without a cover.
"Meow~"
Little Flower stretched and then ran south.
Using the birch tree by the wall, it climbed up the courtyard wall and jumped onto the meadow outside.
The little Tibetan fox glanced at it, then lay down next to the tarpaulin again.
Seeing this, Lu Fangfang smiled and picked it up, "Alright, I've covered it with a tarpaulin, so you don't need to keep watch over it tonight."
"Fangfang, you should go back and rest. I'll cook dinner tonight."
"Just make something simple, don't make it too complicated."
Lu Fangfang yawned; she was indeed quite tired.
Holding the little Tibetan fox, she walked into the yard. Just as she was about to go inside, she heard the stubborn little donkey from the south side of the yard braying again.
"Oh...ah..."
After putting down the little Tibetan fox, she turned around, picked up a basin, mixed some delicious food, and placed it in front of the stubborn little donkey.
This little guy has been pulling the cart all day; it deserves a good reward.
She picked up the brush hanging on the wall and started brushing the fur on the little stubborn donkey's back.
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