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

Song Yanzhi had not slept very well to begin with, and when she heard that they had encountered bandits, her eyes widened.

Without saying a word, she quietly lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw that their carriage was surrounded by a group of men in black.

She quietly and tightly grasped the crossbow on the carriage. When Han Heming was fighting with others, she shot an arrow from the curtain from time to time.

The crossbow was made for her by Han Heming for self-defense. It only had five arrow feathers in it. Once these five arrow feathers were collected, there were no more arrows left. Therefore, he always shot at the bandit leaders.

The strong wind and snow hindered her aim. She shot five arrows in a row, but only two hit the bandit leader, and neither of them injured the vital parts.

"Yanzhi, you take Ma Cai and the children and go first. I'll cover your retreat."

Han Heming flew over and swung the whip, and after a group of men in black fell down, he gave up the position of coachman. Song Yanzhi ran to the coachman's position without hesitation and drove the carriage forward.

At this critical moment of life and death, of course we dare not delay even a moment.

The man in black who was chasing the carriage was stopped by Han Heming. His wife and children had already escaped from the encirclement, so he could fight these people with confidence.

"Mom, what about Dad?"

Da Wa sat at the door of the carriage, tears in his eyes.

The children in the carriage woke up and leaned over the curtains to look back.

"Your father is a skilled martial artist. As long as we're not a burden, everything will be fine."

Song Yanzhi quickly straightened the carriage and comforted the children behind her.

"Mom, I'm going to help Dad."

Ajiu's hands were tightly gripping the shaft of the cart, and his handsome and cute face was full of worry.

Among all his brothers, he is the oldest and has decent martial arts skills. If he doesn't go to help his father, will he never come back today?

"No, your martial arts skills are no match for those people. Let's go home first."

Are the people who came to hunt down Ajiu and Tuantuan this time, or have they provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked again?

There is no way to know now, I can only take the children home first.

This incident made Song Yanzhi feel a sense of crisis. Their group of people, including women, children and young children, all relied on Han Heming for protection. This cannot be allowed in the future. Their family needs to hire guards.

There are many people in the family and they need money to cover expenses. It is not possible to rely entirely on Han Hemin. She has to do business to make money. Only by making a lot of money can she protect the children.

Children of merchants cannot take the imperial examinations, so if she wants to make money, she has to do it secretly.

"Mummy, please look after the children."

Jumping off the carriage, Song Yanzhi ran quickly into the house. There were still many arrow feathers in her house. She picked up a bundle of arrow feathers, ran out of the house again, unloaded the horse from the carriage, rode on the horse, and ran back the same way.

She has no martial arts skills, so she can't beat people, but she can still shoot arrows from behind. I hope Han Heming can hold on until she leaves.

The wind and snow hit her face, causing her biting pain and cold, but Song Yanzhi couldn't feel it at the moment. All she had in her mind was, Han Heming, hold on.

The cowhide whip in Han Heming's hand had already been dyed crimson with blood. He swung the whip again and again, hitting the man in black who was rushing towards him.

But every time he swung the whip, he would get more wounds on his body. Those men in black were very skilled in martial arts, and he could not defeat them with his two fists. But he could not fall down. If he fell down, what would happen to his wife and children?

But when a knife was chopped towards his chest, his legs were still tired and he knelt on the ground, just as several big knives were chopped towards him.

"Han Heming, hold your breath."

Song Yanzhi sprinkled a handful of medicinal powder in the direction of Han Heming. The group of men in black had no time to react. They felt dizzy and their bodies went limp, and they fell to the ground.

Song Yanzhi rode her horse quickly and when she looked back, Han Heming was already on her horse.

I didn't expect this medicine to be so effective.

Song Yanzhi touched the medicine bottle on her waist. When Ji Huwei's senior brother came to her house and drugged Han Heming, she took a fancy to the medicine in her hand. When she went out just now, she took some with her. The power of the medicine was much greater than she imagined.

"Han Heming, how are you?"

She had just seen that Han Heming had a lot of wounds on his body. If she went into the city to find a doctor, the city gate would have been closed. She could only go home first to see if she could ask Doctor Liu in the village to take a look.

"I'm fine."

Han Heming's voice was a little weak. If Song Yanzhi looked back, she would definitely see that Han Heming's face was pale and his lips were bloodless, which was a symptom of excessive blood loss.

"Hold on, I'll find a doctor for you."

Song Yanzhi didn't look back, but just by listening to Han Heming's voice, she realized that something was wrong. She squeezed the horse's belly and slapped it hard, making the horse speed up.

Doctor Liu drank some wine at dinner and was sleeping soundly in bed, dreaming sweet dreams. There was a loud knock on the door of his house. He frowned impatiently and turned over.

The weather is so cold, who would come to see him for a consultation? It's really annoying.

But the door kept making noises, which prevented him from sleeping. He staggered to his feet to open the door, and saw two bloody men standing in front of him.

"Doctor Liu, please help me take a look at my injuries."

Han Heming had already fainted and was being supported by Song Yanzhi, standing at the door of Doctor Liu. Song Yanzhi's body was already stained with blood from Han Heming.

Doctor Liu, who was originally a little drunk, was suddenly sobered up by the shock.

"This...this...why is there so much bleeding? I can't cure it."

Doctor Liu was about to close the door as he spoke. The man had lost so much blood and had fainted. This was a hot potato and he didn't want to take it.

"How much money do you want before you are willing to help with the diagnosis?"

Song Yanzhi had been in Lizao Village for several months and had gotten to know the villagers quite well. This Doctor Liu's medical skills were unknown, but he was extremely greedy for money. She didn't believe that he would be willing to take over as long as she paid him enough money.

"No matter how much silver you offer, Master Han has lost too much blood and won't live for more than a few days."

"Two hundred taels."

Song Yanzhi spoke.

"Medicines are paid separately. Help me in."

When Doctor Liu heard Song Yanzhi tell him the amount of silver he had earned, he was delighted. Two hundred taels. He had been practicing medicine in Lizao Village for ten years and still couldn't earn two hundred taels.

With these two hundred taels of silver, he could stop seeing patients for five years.

Song Yanzhi looked at Han Heming wrapped in white cloth like a mummy, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Doctor Liu's technique was really crude.

"I hope my husband is alright."

The person was wrapped up like this. If she still couldn't save him, Song Yanzhi felt that she would get angry.

"Don't worry, he will definitely wake up within three days. It's difficult for him to move now, so he can stay at my house. You can go back and redeem him in three days with the money."

As long as the person he wants to save, even if he has gone to hell, he can bring him back.