"Sister Shufen, I brought you a scarf. I bought it specially at the Beijing Department Store."
Lu Fangfang took a fashionable scarf out of her bag and handed it to Sister Shufen.
During her time in Beijing, Shufen took care of everything at home, which made her feel quite embarrassed, so she specially picked out a gift for her.
"I also brought some Yili bread and pastries. Take them back for Tiedan and Daya to try. Yili is a time-honored brand in Beijing, and they're quite delicious."
"Sister, I can't take it, I can't take it..."
Wang Shufen hurriedly waved her hand.
This scarf looks expensive, so she felt embarrassed to accept it.
"Sister Shufen, please take this. It's all from my heart."
Lu Fangfang forcefully pushed the photos into Shufen's hands, then took out a bunch of photos and looked at them with Shufen.
She had a great time in Beijing, shopping and taking lots of photos; she even got a small pile of printed pictures.
While tending the fire, she recounted her amusing experiences in the capital.
On the other side of the house, the little wild donkey was already lying on the ground.
Egg and Green hugged the little Tibetan fox and started playing house together.
Wang Shufen stayed for a while longer before going to work at the breeding farm.
Lu Fangfang tidied up the house and then fed the two children.
She left Dandan and Qingqing at home to play with the little ones, then picked up a few boxes of snacks and prepared to go to the farm.
She was quite worried about the farm after being away for almost a month.
Once outside the house, there weren't many idle people in the residential compound.
Since the third breeding farm was built last year, most of the unemployed women in the family compound have become feeders at the farm.
Of course, she doesn't hire just anyone. She wouldn't dare hire someone as lazy, greedy, and petty as Yang Yufeng, even if she was short of people.
Upon arriving at the farm, she gathered everyone together and held a meeting while eating snacks and drinking tea.
The farm now has six breeding sheds and more than ten breeders, making it quite lively.
"Girl, the more than two thousand female quails in shed number one are laying fewer and fewer eggs. It's not worth keeping them any longer. It's time to cull them."
Wang Shufen, sipping her tea, spoke first.
"Xiao Lu, more than ten quails have died in our shed recently. We don't know why. Why don't you go and take a look later?"
“Our shed is doing fine. The weather has been warm lately, and the egg production has increased. It’s just that we don’t have enough feed.”
"Our shed is the same; we don't have much bone meal left..."
Lu Fangfang took out her notebook and wrote them down one by one.
She specifically circled the shed where the dead quails were; this was no small matter, and she would have to ask Comrade Sun from the troupe to come and take a look later.
Those who raise livestock are most afraid of getting sick.
Her sisters-in-law talked for a while, and she wrote down all the questions.
After the meeting, she didn't delay and went directly to the regiment to invite Comrade Sun.
Upon arriving at the breeding shed, Comrade Sun looked around for a while and shook his head, saying, "They shouldn't have died of illness; the quails in this shed are all quite healthy."
"Look, these cages are too crowded, that's probably why."
Lu Fangfang breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt somewhat helpless.
It seems we'll have to build another quail farm soon; we're raising more and more quails.
After seeing Comrade Sun off, she inspected each of the sheds again.
Seeing that there was nothing seriously wrong, she finally felt relieved.
...
In the afternoon, Lu Fangfang went home early.
She killed a snow chicken and stewed it with cordyceps.
Having just returned from Beijing, the two children were exhausted and were now sleeping on the wooden bed, holding the little Tibetan fox.
She took a small blanket and covered the two children with it, smiling.
Back at the stove, she opened a letter and began to read it slowly.
This was sent to me by the provincial publishing house a few days ago; it's still about drawing comic books.
This time, the publisher asked her to draw a children's book with a revolutionary theme. The content was already provided; they just wanted her to draw it out and simply be an illustrator for once.
She had spent most of her savings on this trip to the capital and was short of money, so she planned to write a reply later and take over the drawing task.
"Glug, glug..."
The snow chicken soup in the pot boiled, releasing a rich and delicious aroma.
She looked up and saw the little wild donkey also get up and come closer to the stove.
She rolled her eyes, hugged the donkey's head to her chest, and continued reading the letter.
After a while, when it was completely dark, Zhuang Mingcheng returned from outside.
Lu Fangfang woke up the two children, served them some snow chicken soup, and prepared to eat dinner.
She didn't forget the little wild donkey and the little Tibetan fox either, serving them separate portions of snow chicken soup.
"Fangfang, I have to lead a team to the city tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll be back. You, Dandan, and Qingqing should stay home these days."
Zhuang Mingcheng looked serious.
Soldiers on the northeastern frontier have already clashed with the Soviet forces.
War may be just around the corner.
The military region issued an order for their regiment to immediately go to the city to garrison and provide support to North China, Northeast China, and Northwest China at any time.
The city's new 19th Army, after more than a year of formation, still lacked personnel, so their regiment had to step in immediately.
"Mingcheng, are all the people in your group going?"
Lu Fangfang knew that the Zhenbao Island self-defense counterattack would ultimately end with the defeat of the Soviet forces.
However, the Soviet Union continued to make small moves and stationed troops along the border, eventually reaching as many as a million.
Given the unique location of the Hexi Corridor, she figured the military region would definitely need to expand its forces.
"Only two recruit companies will remain in the regiment; the rest will have to go."
"Mingcheng, then eat more tonight."
Lu Fangfang got up and ladled out a bowl of thick chicken soup for herself, placing it in front of her husband.
Having just returned from the capital, she immediately got busy, and she was still worried about Zhuang Mingcheng's health.
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