Shun fed the four little cubs next to each other. After the three little black cubs were full, they curled up together and went to sleep. Only the little pure white cub was still awake.

With a pair of bright eyes open, it crawls around in the nest alone. When it encounters an obstacle on the edge of the nest, it will curiously stretch out its fluffy little paws to touch it a few times. The clothes will not affect anything.

Very curious.

Yang Ruoqing found it interesting, so she squatted aside and watched with interest. She didn't want to disturb it, so she deliberately held her breath.

After Xiao Chunbai played alone for a while, he began to move closer to his three sleeping brothers and sisters next to him.

Little Chunbai's figure is twice as big as these three little black cubs. In addition, she has eaten and drank enough at Yang Ruoqing's place these past few days, and her belly is round.

As soon as this pressure was applied to the three little ones, two of the three little ones immediately fluttered their eyelashes and hummed in their noses, as if they were about to wake up.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing quickly moved the little pure white away from the three little black cubs.

Just a moment after moving away, the little pure white went to the little black cubs again. He couldn't sleep, he was very energetic, and he wanted to harass them again!

"Since you like playing around so much, let me play with you for a while." Yang Ruoqing chuckled, picked up Little Chunbai, held her in her arms and sat down at the table to play with it.

…

After the letter to Mu Zichuan was sent, Ms. Zichuan counted the days on her fingers every day.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know what kind of excuses Zichuan Niang was using in the Liu family these days, but every time when she went to visit Zichuan Niang, Zichuan Niang would ask about it.

.

"Is there any news about Zichuan? When will he come back?"

On this day, Yang Ruoqing came to visit Zichuan Niang again. Zichuan Niang took Yang Ruoqing's hand and asked again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Not yet, probably soon."

Zichuan Niang said again: "Counting the days, it has been five or six days since I sent this letter. If he receives the letter, he should be back."

"Besides, tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, the ninth day of September. No matter how busy he is, he should come back."

…

The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival.

According to the customs in Mianniu Mountain, during the Double Ninth Festival, people have to climb high, remember their ancestors, plant dogwood trees, drink chrysanthemum wine, and eat chrysanthemum cakes.

People in ancient times respected tradition, especially during festivals like this. From the government to shops and small workshops, everyone had to rest and celebrate the festival.

Owners like Yang Ruoqing who are more considerate of their employees will not only give them holidays, but also give them rewards.

The guys all got the reward and went home happily to celebrate the festival. Yang Ruoqing, the boss, naturally put on an apron at home, washed her hands, made chrysanthemum cakes, and mixed chrysanthemum wine for the family to celebrate the festival.

At night, the family gathered around the table eating chrysanthemum cakes and drinking chrysanthemum wine. It was so lively.

"Mom, I miss my dad!"

Luo Baobao, who had eaten and drank enough, leaned in Yang Ruoqing's arms and said softly.

Yang Ruoqing's hand holding the chrysanthemum cake paused slightly, and she turned her head to look at the girl beside her, who was pouting and looking a little lonely, with a trace of longing flashing in her eyes.

My daughter misses her father, so why shouldn’t she, a mother, miss her?

It's just that a daughter can speak out openly in front of the whole family, but she, a mother, is embarrassed to say it in front of her face.

"Mom, today is the Double Ninth Festival. Mom made us delicious chrysanthemum cakes and a big table of dishes. My father is alone in the military camp. I wonder if he can eat chrysanthemum cakes and drink chrysanthemum wine.

Oh?" Luo Baobao asked again.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stroked her little head, and said with a smile: "The conditions are definitely not as good as at home. If nothing else, at least the family cannot be reunited together."

"However, your father is not the only one. All the soldiers in the army are also far away from their hometown and relatives."

"Your father is a general, and he is loved by the soldiers. If we all celebrate the festival together, we should be able to drink, eat meat, and eat cakes. It will be very lively."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Luo Baobao's little face showed joy.

Tuoba Xian also missed her son very much, but she still followed Yang Ruoqing's words and said, "Your mother is right. Your father is a general. There are many people around him, so he won't be lonely."

"On the other hand, your brother Chen'er is alone in the capital and doesn't know how to spend a holiday like today."

When Chen'er was mentioned, everyone at the table missed her.

Blacksmith Luo put down his wine cup and said, "It's not good that my grandson is too promising. He only comes back for a month every year during the Chinese New Year. I'm not close enough to him at all."

Wang Cuilian also said: "Yes, I dreamed of Chen'er last night. Qing'er, has Chen'er returned from writing letters recently? Is he doing well in the capital?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly: "I write back every month. This child is sensible and knows how to sympathize with us as elders. He writes back every month to report that he is safe."

"Sometimes, we will write a few strokes in the letter about small daily things, or some learning situations in the academy, so that we can know."

Tuoba Xian said: "Good men are everywhere, Chen'er will be the pride and support of all of us in the future!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly: "Everyone hopes that their children will become successful. I just hope that he will grow up safely and smoothly."

It was night, when Yang Ruoqing was leaning on the bed, stitching her thoughts into the shoes and socks in her hands.

Thousands of miles away in Tianhai County, Luo Fengtang retreated early from the banquet hosted by the soldiers.

Of course, the military regulations are strict and no drinking is allowed in normal times. However, during holidays, banquets are still held to allow the officers and men to relax, drink in large bowls, and eat large pieces of meat.

Relaxation is also the way to control the army.

As the commander-in-chief of an army, Luo Fengtang was naturally the protagonist of the banquet tonight.

The soldiers supported him and toasted one after another, but he only drank a few cups of wine before finding an excuse to excuse himself. Then he went back to his dormitory alone, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, and looked out at the thick night.

And the crescent moon in the sky is focused.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival. People in my hometown will go to climb mountains, plant dogwood trees everywhere, eat chrysanthemum cakes, and drink chrysanthemum wine.

This reminded him of the chrysanthemum wine brewed by his wife. It was fresh and fragrant, soft and long, with endless aftertaste!

I wonder what the family is doing at this moment tonight? They should be drinking chrysanthemum wine, eating chrysanthemum cakes, and enjoying the family life, right?

He misses them here, and they should also miss him back home.

Especially Qing'er, she must hide everything in her heart, never show anything in front of her elders, and always reports good things but not bad things.

Thank you for your hard work Qinger!

"General, I would like to see you at last!"

Vice General Zhou's voice came from outside the house.

"Come in!"
Chapter completed!