[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"His father, if Yanzhi insists on not marrying Mr. Zhou, what should we do?"

"What can I do? She has to marry whether she wants to or not."

Song's father's voice was filled with suppressed anger. He had worked hard to raise his daughter, and now he wanted her to help, but she dared to seek death and ruin his son's plan to go to Beijing for the imperial examination. He would beat her to death.

"His father, that's our daughter. Mr. Zhou is not a good man."

The faint sobbing sound of Song's mother came from the next room, and Song Yanzhi couldn't help but sigh softly.

Yesterday, the little girl named Song Yanzhi heard that her parents were going to sell her to Mr. Zhou. In a fit of rage, she hit her head and passed out. This otherworldly soul then took up residence there.

According to the memory given to her by her original body, the two people who were talking were the father and mother of this body.

The old couple had a son and a daughter. The daughter was the original owner of this body she traveled through. Her name was Song Yanzhi, and she was fifteen years old. She was a beautiful and graceful girl, and was the most beautiful girl in the village.

His son Song Tianbao, seventeen years old, is very intelligent and studious. He passed the examination for the title of scholar three years ago and is preparing to take the examination for the title of juren this year.

The old couple had worked hard to save money for three years, but it was still not enough for their son's journey to Beijing. This matter reached the ears of the wealthy Zhou family.

Mr. Zhou asked a matchmaker to tell the Song family that he was willing to pay twenty taels of silver to marry Song Yanzhi.

As long as the Song family agrees, he will come to marry Song Yanzhi in a sedan chair carried by eight people soon.

Mr. Zhou is a well-known local tycoon in the surrounding villages. He is rich and romantic. At the age of 58, he still loves a 15-year-old girl.

If it were just like this, the original owner might have nodded in agreement for the sake of his brother, but this Mr. Zhou had 32 wives before him, and they all died inexplicably.

There was a rumor in the village that Mr. Zhou was in poor health and loved to torment young girls, which was why his previous 32 wives all died young.

How could a girl who is not mentally ill be willing to marry an old man like this?

What should she do if she doesn't marry Mr. Zhou?

Are you going to escape?

Escape, where can she escape to?

She had just come through time and was unfamiliar with the place. Her household registration was in the hands of her parents, who would never give her the opportunity to sneak out.

If she didn't run away, she would have to find a way to come up with twenty taels of silver. But for a farmer who could only save one tael of silver a year, it would take her twenty years to earn enough.

The original body's brother will go to Beijing to take the imperial examination in three days. How can she earn these twenty taels of silver in three days?

Song Yanzhi tossed and turned all night, and when the cockcrowed, she got up with dark circles under her eyes.

When she stood up, Song's mother was already sweeping the floor in the yard. Seeing her stand up, Song's mother walked to her side cautiously. She felt guilty towards her daughter.

"Rouge, are you awake?"

Hearing her mother's question, Song Yanzhi nodded lightly. This family, which favored boys over girls, was going to sell their daughter in order to send their son to Beijing for the imperial examination. Song Yanzhi could not stand it.

"Yanzhi, let me tell you, your father and I don't want you to marry that wealthy Zhou family, but our family really has no other choice."

Hearing what Song's mother said, Song Yanzhi felt angry. She made the preference for boys over girls sound so helpless. She was really like a whore who wanted to be a saint.

"There's really no other way? Why is there no other way? If there's no money, why not just let Song Tianbao take the exam again in three years?"

Song Yanzhi believed that if she was given three years, she would be able to get not only twenty taels of silver, but even two hundred taels of silver for the Song family.

"Three years? How could you let your brother delay for three years? He studied so hard, how could you be so cruel, you damn girl?"

Song's mother had just felt a little guilty towards her daughter, but when she heard that her son had to wait another three years, she immediately screamed in a shrill voice.

She couldn't bear to let her son study hard for three more years, as he had to get up early and go to bed late.

"Mom, in your heart, my brother is your only child, and I am not your child?"

Song Yanzhi asked this question on behalf of her original self. The Song family forced their daughter to death for the sake of their son. It really is true that the son is a treasure and the daughter is weed.

In her memory, Song Tianbao never did any housework except studying. Every time he came home from school, meals were served in front of him.

On the other hand, Song Yanzhi cooked, washed clothes, chopped wood, and did all the work at home and outside. However, Song's father was unhappy with this and beat and scolded her, despising her for being a girl.

People say Song Tianbao has a hard life, but no one can imagine the hardships Song Yanzhi has endured. Song Yanzhi only feels heartbroken. She has only been here for one day and she feels the suffocation of this family. She feels a little sorry for the little girl in her original body. Perhaps death will be a relief for the little girl.

"Yanzhi, what's wrong with marrying Mr. Zhou? His family is rich. If you marry him, you won't have to worry about food and drink. You'll also have maids and servants to serve you. You'll be a respectable landlord's wife, how respectable."

Song's mother was choked by Song Yanzhi's question, and then changed the subject and talked about the benefits of marrying Mr. Zhou.

Song's mother is Song Yanzhi's biological mother. For the sake of her son, this mother wants to push her daughter into the fire pit and even tells her daughter that the fire pit is inlaid with gold and jade. How can she bear it?

Song Yanzhi originally had some respect for her because she was the original owner's mother. But when she heard that Song's mother was pua to her daughter like this, she was really furious.

She looked at Mother Song coldly and snorted.

"Okay? Mr. Zhou is over 50 years old, even older than Song Dashan. If you like him so much, you can marry him."

"You stinky girl, how dare you talk to your mother like that? I've raised you for nothing. I'll beat you to death."

Song's father got up and smoked a pipe in the house. When he heard Song Yanzhi being so rude to Song, he rushed out of the house with his pipe and was about to hit Song Yanzhi on the head with the pipe.

"Uncle Song, Aunt Song, are you home?"

A clear voice sounded outside the yard, and Song Yanzhi put away the fierceness in her eyes. When Song's father hit her just now, she had already made up her mind that the worst that could happen was that she and the Song family would be destroyed.

She is not her original self and will not submit to the Song family.

"Who?"

Song's father also stopped what he was doing. He was teaching his daughter, but he couldn't let outsiders laugh at him.

"Uncle, it's me, Heming."

The sound outside the yard sounded again, and Song Yanzhi searched for the name in her mind.

Han Heming is a hunter from Hongya Village. What is he doing in the Han family?

Mother Song tugged at the hem of her clothes, walked towards the gate with a faint smile on her face.

The courtyard gate opened, and a tall man in his twenties stood outside. Perhaps because he was a hunter and went up the mountain to hunt all year round, the man had a dark complexion and a strong build.

When Song's father saw Han Heming, he forced a smile on his face and hurried to greet him.

"Nephew Han, why are you here so early?"