When she heard that she was to draw a children's book, Wang Shufen was so surprised that her mouth dropped open.
"Girl, you're really cultured; you can even draw comic books."
"Sister Shufen, Sister-in-law Lanying, you must keep this a secret from me. You can't tell anyone."
Lu Fangfang didn't want the whole family in the compound to know about it, so her family had to keep a low profile.
"Xiao Lu, don't worry, I won't say anything if it's not someone from the farm."
Wang Shufen nodded vigorously as well.
It was getting late, so the group went outside to collect the grass seeds and prepared to go home.
Lu Fangfang stood at the entrance of the breeding farm and called her little ones back from the pasture.
She pulled the stubborn little donkey over and couldn't help but slap its mouth again.
"Oh...ah..."
"Behave yourself, don't push your luck."
Lu Fangfang scolded it, then placed a stack of drawing paper on its back.
With their hands supporting them, the man and the donkey returned to the family compound.
Carrying a basket of clean clothes, she went to the troupe's bathhouse for a shower and a thorough hair wash.
When she returned, she started cooking dinner again.
After a while, it got dark, and Zhuang Mingcheng returned with his lunchbox.
At the dinner table, he brought up Lu Xiuxiu's matter again.
"Fangfang, why don't you let your sister come instead? We can pay her a monthly salary so she doesn't work for free. Our food rations for the two of us are enough to feed one more person."
“Otherwise, I’m worried about leaving you alone while I’m busy at the troupe.”
Lu Fangfang glanced at him, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.
It's a good thing to come to Qilian. Otherwise, we wouldn't know how big the outside world is. Xiuxiu is only fourteen years old. It would be meaningless for her to live her whole life in Yangjiazhai Commune.
After finishing her meal, Lu Fangfang sat down at her desk and began writing a reply to her family back home.
She first refused Zhang Honghua's request to come here, and then started talking about her younger sister.
If Xiuxiu really wants to come, she agrees, but she should be careful on the way.
Zhuang Mingcheng sat next to his wife, watching her write stroke by stroke.
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