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

Han Heming bought a lot of things. He bought 200 eggs alone, and 20 each of chickens, ducks and geese. The two children were overjoyed when they saw the chicks, ducks and geese.

He also bought five rolls of cloth in pink, purple, crimson, and green, which were obviously colors for little girls to wear, as well as stone blue and jade gray.

"Why did you buy so much fabric?"

Not much cloth is sold in the small town throughout the year, and Han Heming has taken up all the sales of the town for the year.

"The fabric won't break, so I'll keep it and make clothes with it."

Han Heming didn't think he bought too much fabric. Song Yanzhi was taking care of the children for him, and he couldn't let her not even have a few sets of clothes to wear.

He glanced at the clothes on Song Yanzhi and the children. They were all made by Song Yanzhi yesterday. The clothes made by Song Yanzhi had delicate stitches, which showed that she was very good at making clothes.

Since she could make it and there was a need, he would buy some cloth and let her make it for fun.

"This is going to cost a lot of money. We've spent a lot of money in the past two days, which is equivalent to what an average family would spend in half a year."

An ordinary family wouldn't use that much cloth in half a year.

"This is the money I earned from selling wild boar meat this morning. Keep it for yourself."

Generally, a live wild boar can be sold for thirty cents per catty in the town, but the price of the wild boar meat sold by Han Heming was reduced by half, and it could only be sold for fifteen cents per catty.

Han Heming caught 200 kilograms of wild boar meat and earned three taels of silver, which he gave all to Song Yanzhi.

"What are you giving me money for?"

"Sometimes when I'm not at home, you have money on hand, so it's convenient to buy whatever you want."

Song Yanzhi could see that Han Heming was extremely rich. It could be said that the way he spent money was comparable to that of the well-off families in the town.

Song Yanzhi didn't hesitate and took the silver directly. With Han Heming at home to look after her children, Song Yanzhi blanched all the pigs that Han Heming left at home and prepared to stew them.

Han Heming ate two meals prepared by Song Yanzhi and knew that Song Yanzhi was a good cook. When people in the village cooked pig offal, they usually cut it up and made soup.

He had never seen anyone put whole intestines and pig lungs into the pot. It was too crude. Even hunters like them didn't cook like this when they went into the mountains to cook.

"What is this doing?"

When he saw Song Yanzhi putting the pig offal into the big iron pot, he naturally went to light the fire for Song Yanzhi. It must be said that Han Heming was a hardworking man with a sharp eye.

"I'm afraid these offal will go bad if stored in the cellar, so I want to blanch them, make them into braised dishes, and then eat them later."

With Han Heming at home, Song Yanzhi was not worried at all that the pig offal would not be eaten up. She left sixty dumplings last night in case Han Heming couldn't finish them, so she made fried dumplings for the children this morning.

In the blink of an eye, Han Heming finished all sixty dumplings and asked her if she had any more. He looked as if he was still not satisfied, as if he hadn't eaten enough.

"These braised dishes are not tasty. I'll get you a cow someday. Braised beef is delicious."

There is a braised food shop in the town. Han Heming has been there several times. Once he ordered braised large intestine, which tasted fishy and smelly.

Song Yanzhi thought to herself, what I make must be delicious. If it’s not, I’ll be sorry for wasting half a jar of your carved wine.

"Beef would be the best, but you should try the braised offal I made first."

In this era, oxen were precious. They were used to plow the fields and could not be killed easily. Only oxen that died of old age could be killed, and even this required reporting to the government.

Beef is hard to buy on weekdays. If you want to eat beef, you have to wait until someone’s cow in the village dies before you can buy two pounds of beef.

There are wild cattle on Hongya Mountain. They look very different from domestic cattle. A wild cattle hand can be twice as big as that of a domestic cattle. When the crops are ripe, wild cattle often come in groups to destroy farmers' crops.

If you can catch a wild buffalo to eat, the government will not care, but if you report it to the government, you will be rewarded with two taels of silver.

But a wild buffalo could be sold for dozens of taels of silver, and no one wanted the two taels of silver from the government.

"By the way, do you know who in our village knows how to do carpentry?"

Song Yanzhi took the blanched pig offal out of the big iron pot and washed it several times with warm water to clean off the floating foam. This step is very critical.

The foam on the pig offal is the source of the fishy smell. If you want to remove the fishy smell from the pig offal, you have to wash it several times.

She was cleaning the pig offal and talking to Han Heming.

"What's wrong? What do you want to do?"

"We made a small bed. Our bed didn't have any rails. When the children fell asleep, I didn't dare to leave their side, and they would fall under the bed and get hurt.

If I had a bed with fences on all sides, I could do some odd jobs while the children were asleep, and when my third child was older, he could play in it.”

Heat the iron pan, add oil, and stir-fry spices such as peppercorns, cinnamon, and star anise. Song Yanzhi also added a spoonful of soybean paste made by Chen, added hot water, put the pig offal in, and slowly braised it.

"I can do it. You need to cook it for a while, right? I'll add a piece of coarse wood. Go and pick out some wood."

Song Yanzhi raised her eyebrows. This man was really versatile. He could hunt, earn money, and do carpentry work.

She nodded, and Han Heming walked out.

It takes two hours to braise the food, but Song Yanzhi is not in a hurry. There is some coarse firewood in the pot, which can last for a while. She then walks out of the kitchen.

She washed her hands with soap nuts until there was no pig smell at all, moved the dining table under the shade of a tree, and took the cloth that Han Heming had bought to look at.

"Stepmother, are you going to make clothes again?"

Since yesterday, when Han Dawa saw Song Yanzhi drive away his hind milk, he has worshipped Song Yanzhi to the extreme and called her "stepmother" all the time.

"Yes, we all have new clothes. Let's make one for your dad too. Which color do you think looks good, Big Boy?"

"Daddy doesn't have clothes in this color."

Big Boy pointed at the azure color.

"Then let's make Daddy clothes of this color. I'll go take your dad's measurements."

Yesterday, in order to make clothes for the children, Song Yanzhi made a ruler with hemp rope and measured Han Heming, which came in handy.

"Go call your father over here so I can take his measurements."

Han Heming was selecting wood in the right room. They had lived at the foot of the mountain for many years, and Han Heming often went up the mountain to hunt. When he saw wood he liked, he would cut it and carry it back. His house was filled with wood.

Da Wa wanted to watch Song Yanzhi sew clothes, so he stood next to her and called his father loudly.

“Daddy…Daddy…”

"what happened?"

Han Heming walked out of the right room to see his son.

"Your stepmother wants to make clothes for you. Come here quickly."

stepmother?

This guy compromised so quickly?

He took a quick glance and saw Song Yanzhi drawing something with charcoal ash on the square table. This woman was very different from the sister Yanzhi in his memory.

He knew that his own son, Da Wa, was a child with a strong sense of self-determination and a stubborn personality. In the past two days, this woman was able to tame his son. This was not something that Yanzhi, the cowardly sister who was beaten and scolded by Song's father all day long, could do.

He had doubts in his mind, but he didn't ask, so he went to Song Yanzhi and Da Wa.