Qilian Mountains, a breeding farm.
Lu Fangfang has been busy with quail matters these past few days.
In order to enable them to lay more eggs and complete the military region's mission as soon as possible, she, along with Sister-in-law Lan Ying and Sister Shu Fen, really treated the quails like children, even bringing over the bean curd scraps from the regiment.
Fortunately, their hard work paid off. The quails' egg production has increased compared to a few days ago, and the daily egg production is about to break the 40-pound mark.
The weather was nice outside at noon that day.
After several busy days, Lu Fangfang sat in the yard of the breeding farm, stroking the small flowers and basking in the sun, planning to take a good rest for a day.
"Sister, Comrade Hao Dazhuang from the troupe sent you a package, saying it was sent by the provincial publishing house."
Xiuxiu walked quickly in from outside, carrying a brown paper package.
"A package? Can you open it for me and see what's inside?"
"Sister, letters, they're all inside, so many letters, at least twenty or more."
Xiuxiu tore open the package and looked at the letters inside, somewhat shocked. It was the first time she had ever seen so many letters.
"Faith? What faith?"
Lu Fangfang was also a little surprised; she thought the publisher had sent her a comic book.
She took a stack of letters from Xiuxiu, glanced at them, and noticed that the envelopes were covered in children's handwriting.
Curious, she opened the letter and began to read it slowly.
This letter was written by a child named Hongbing. His handwriting was a bit crooked, and he even used pinyin in some places. The letter was full of questions about snow leopards.
It's clear that this little boy named Hongbing really loves snow leopards.
Lu Fangfang was very happy to realize that the child had written the letter after reading her comic book.
Her illustrated picture books seem to be quite popular with children.
"Little Flower, call out."
"Meow~"
Xiao Hua squinted and looked up at her with a puzzled expression.
Lu Fangfang smiled and rubbed its fluffy head.
She got up and went to the storeroom to get a pen and paper, and then began writing a reply to the child.
This little girl named Hongbing wanted to know what a snow leopard sounded like, so she wrote that it sounded similar to a kitten's meow, only a bit rougher.
Fearing the children wouldn't believe her, she also told them about Xiaohua.
After a while, she found a blank piece of paper and started drawing the little flower again.
"Little Flower, raise your paw."
"Meow~"
Little Flower shook its head and raised its paw.
Lu Fangfang smeared some black ink on its paws, then took its paws and pressed them onto the paper with the small flower portrait.
To avoid wasting any, she took a few blank sheets of paper and printed them several times.
"Meow~"
Little Flower looked down, observing curiously.
“Little Flower, there’s a kid in the provincial capital named Hongbing who really likes you. Let’s leave a paw print for him.”
"Xiuxiu, wash Xiaohua's paws."
Lu Fangfang smiled and rubbed it again.
Seeing a whisker fall from Xiaohua's cheek, she carefully removed it and tucked it into the paper.
She folded the letter and Xiaohua's portrait, put them together with Hongbing's letter, and planned to mail them out tomorrow.
She opened another letter, leaned back, and slowly began to read it in the sunlight.
"Sister, what do these letters say?"
Xiuxiu rubbed Xiaohua's paws with great curiosity.
"They were all written by children. My comic book started selling, and after they read it, they wrote to me asking about the animals in it."
Lu Fangfang put down the letter and opened a new one.
Most of these letters were asking how the Pallas's cat family was doing, while others were asking about a specific animal.
Unsurprisingly, the most popular animal among children is the Pallas's cat.
The most frequently asked question was about the Tibetan fox, only slightly less than the Pallas's cat. If the Pallas's cat weren't the main character in the comic book, the Tibetan fox would definitely be ranked first.
It seems that no matter the era, the Tibetan fox's square face can always arouse people's curiosity.
As for the snow leopard, it can only be ranked third.
The little wild donkey is also liked by some people, but compared to the "Three Silly Fools of the Plateau," it is less popular.
"Little yellow dog, come here."
"Awoo~"
The little Tibetan fox dug a frozen fish out of the snowdrift in the corner, then bit it and ran back.
When the fish was placed in the sunlight, it immediately ran to Lu Fangfang.
"Little yellow dog, you're really popular!"
Lu Fangfang rubbed the little Tibetan fox's head, and then started applying ink to its paws.
She found a few blank sheets of paper and began to print the little guy's paw prints.
The little wild donkey is also indispensable.
After calling the little wild donkey, she suddenly faced another dilemma.
The little wild donkey's hooves were too long and too ordinary; the prints weren't as good as the ones of the little flower and the little Tibetan fox.
"Oh...ah..."
The little wild donkey peered closer, still somewhat puzzled.
Hmm...
"Xiuxiu, when you and Daya were building a snowman last time, did you still have any of the Spring Festival couplets left over from the ones you used to put blush on the snowman?"
Yes, it's in a drawer inside the house.
Lu Fangfang waved her hand, signaling Xiuxiu to quickly take it out.
"Hey stubborn little donkey, come here, let me put some lipstick on your lips."
"Oh...ah..."
Looking at Lu Fangfang's mischievous grin, the little wild donkey suddenly had a bad feeling.
After a while, Lu Fangfang took the large red paper and nodded in satisfaction.
"Haha, sis, why did you paint the donkey's lips like that?"
Xiuxiu stood to the side, overjoyed.
Beside them, Little Flower and Little Tibetan Fox grinned as they looked at the little wild donkey.
"Oh...ah..."
The little wild donkey snorted, looking somewhat puzzled by everyone's reactions.
As if realizing something, it turned around and wanted to go to the water basin to see its own appearance.
"Ahem, you stubborn little donkey, let's ignore them, you look great now."
Lu Fangfang quickly grabbed the donkey's ears.
Xiuxiu handed over a few sheets of white paper, which she quickly pressed onto the donkey's lips.
After printing five or six sheets of white paper, the red mark on the little wild donkey's lips faded.
She splashed some water on the donkey and wiped it vigorously before finally calming the suspicious little donkey down.
Holding the white paper with the donkey's muzzle print, she smiled and sat back down.
The questions the children asked in their letters were mostly childish, but their feelings were genuine.
It's clear they really love the story of the Pallas's cat.
Lu Fangfang plans to answer the children's questions, then draw a portrait with the children's marks, and send it back to them as a gift.
To be honest, she was quite happy to receive so many letters.
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