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

When Song Yanzhi saw Han Heming coming over, she handed him what she had just drawn. Han Heming took it and looked at it. What Song Yanzhi drew looked like a bed, but not quite like a bed.

"what is this?"

Han Heming looked at Song Yanzhi in confusion.

"Bed, can you make it?"

The beds painted by Song Yanzhi are two modern baby spliced ​​beds with several elevated fences. When the child is young, they can be used as beds. When the child grows up, the elevated fences can be taken down and used as chairs, which is also a good choice. The spliced ​​beds are light and easy to move.

Han Heming glanced at Song Yanzhi in confusion before saying two words.

"Can do"

Song Yanzhi felt relieved. She had thought that this boy's carpentry skills were just average, but it seemed that he was quite good at it.

However, Song Yanzhi couldn't help but sigh when she looked at the tall man in front of her. She had to stand on tiptoe to reach his shoulders when she wanted to measure the man's size.

Song Yanzhi stood on tiptoe to measure Han Heming's shoulders and arms, but when it came to the waist, Song Yanzhi was in trouble. Han Heming was not only tall but also strong. He was either fat or strong, and his body was full of lean meat.

His waist was thicker than Song Yanzhi's two arms combined. When Song Yanzhi wanted to measure Han Heming's waist, she had to pounce on him.

She was embarrassed to let Han Heming measure himself, as that would seem too deliberate, so she blushed and put her arms around Han Heming's waist.

Han Heming, who had just stood upright, suddenly felt a burst of sweet fragrance, and his body stiffened and his ears turned red.

Song Yanzhi quickly measured the size, drew on the fabric, and began to cut the clothes. Han Hemin felt embarrassed to stay here, so he went back to the weaving room and busy himself with his work.

The pig's offal was braised in the morning, so there was no need to cook any special dishes at noon. Song Yanzhi just steamed two bowls of rice and cut a pot of braised food, and the few of them were eating.

Then she heard someone knocking on the courtyard door. Song Yanzhi sighed in her heart. Every day, is it impossible for people to have even one day of peace?

"You guys eat, I'll go open the door."

Han Heming picked up a few pieces of braised chicken and placed them in his large blue-rimmed porcelain bowl, then walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Why are you here?"

Han Heming was annoyed when he saw the man and woman standing outside the courtyard gate. As long as these two people came to his house, nothing good would happen.

"Why can't we come over? You're our son, your home, and we can't come over?"

Han Duotian pushed open the door and saw Han Heming eating two kinds of rice with meat and vegetables. His eyes lit up.

"Go and get your father a bowl of rice. I haven't eaten white rice for a long time. My son eats so well. I really don't care about your life or death!"

"No, I just cooked for four people at home."

He had wanted to eat at Han Heming's house for many days, but it was impossible. Han Duotian was about to lose his temper when Li Yuzhi pulled his clothes.

"Didn't you just have dinner at home? Heming, we're not here to quarrel. We have something to discuss with you. Let's go inside and talk."

No matter how much Han Heming hated Han Duotian and Li Yuzhi, they were still his father and stepmother. It was impossible for him to not let them in. But he also didn't want them to go into the house. He pointed to the bench under the shade of the tree and told them to sit there and talk about anything.

Seeing Song Yanzhi in the room, Li Yuzhi didn't want to go in. Yesterday, Song Yanzhi tried to chop her with a knife, and she was still frightened.

"Heming, I heard that you spent twenty taels of silver to buy Song Yanzhi back?"

As soon as she sat down, Li Yuzhi started talking.

"Yes, what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean you you you? That's your mother. You're so old but still don't know the etiquette."

Han Heming refused to give Han Duotian food, which made Han Duotian very unhappy. What's the use of having this kid when he can't even have a bowl of rice in his house?

"Don't talk." Li Yuzhi patted Han Duotian. Han Duotian was like the primary school student being disciplined by the teacher. He sat obediently and didn't dare to say anything.

Han Heming felt very angry when he saw this. He must have been kicked out in the same way back then.

"Heming, your father and I are here for no other reason than to tell you to send Song Yanzhi back. Let's go back to the village. Which family needs twenty taels of silver to marry off their daughter?

You go up the mountain hunting all day long, which is so hard and dangerous. How many prey do you have to sell to get twenty taels of silver?

If you're worried that if you send Song Yanzhi back, there'll be no one to take care of the children, then send the eldest and second children to the old house and your second brother and sister-in-law and I will take care of them for you."

Li Yuzhi's face was full of sincerity and she looked like she was doing it for the best of her, which made Han Heming so disgusted that he felt the braised meat in the bowl no longer had any flavor.

"You and him were able to kick me out back then, and now you're saying you'll help me raise my children? This spring, there were locusts in your fields, so you didn't get much food, did you? How could you possibly raise two more children?"

"Han Heming, your mother and your sister-in-law help you take care of the child, but you still want the child to eat our family's food. Do you still have any heart?

In my opinion, since the children are at our home, you should give us 200 kilograms of refined rice and flour every month. 100 kilograms per child, this is not too much food, right?

If you can afford to buy a woman with twenty taels of silver, you must be able to support your son, right?"

Han Duotian had not originally planned to ask Han Heming to prepare fine rice and noodles, but he was really greedy when he saw the white rice in Han Heming's bowl. There was not much food left at home, and he was really dying of eating wild vegetable porridge all day long.

Han Heming was so angry at Han Duotian's shameless look that he almost laughed.

"Dad is really calculating. What if I say no?"

Han Heming glared at him with a fierce look. They had begged for food and money from his house before, and this time they wanted to touch his two children. He had been giving in to the people in the old house for many years, and he really spoiled them.

"Where can we get fine rice and flour? Your father is joking. Don't worry, Heming. Your sister-in-law and I will take care of your children. If you are willing to give us some food, we will keep it. If you really don't want to give us any, what else can your sister-in-law and I do if we don't take care of your children?

We are a family, and supporting each other is the most important thing. Your father is just impatient, so don't argue with him. Mom, I know you are filial. "

Li Yuzhi spoke sweet words one after another, but Han Heming had already seen through the true nature of this woman when he was only four years old.

"I won't bother you anymore. You and Dad are already old. You should enjoy your retirement. I will take good care of my child."

"Han Heming, your mother tried to persuade you but you didn't agree. How can we, as your parents, harm you? Just as your mother said, we will take the child back."

Han Duotian was about to get up and go to the main room to pick up the child. He was in the right. Even if Han Heming went to the village chief to seek justice, it would be right for him to take care of the child for Han Heming.

He was very confident and saw a man standing at the door before he even reached the main room.