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

Han Heming rode a horse and walked beside the carriage, in which sat the midwife he had hired from the neighboring village.

Song Yanzhi's original due date of the end of March was brought forward, and the midwife who was originally scheduled to come to her home in mid-March had to be invited to the house earlier.

Fortunately, the midwife they had originally arranged was Mrs. Qi from the neighboring village, not far from their home. When they went to invite her, Mrs. Qi happened to be at home.

They travelled forward in the rain. The carriage had difficulty moving and was not going fast. It took them half a quarter of an hour to cover only half the distance.

Han Heming was anxious and didn't know how Song Yanzhi, who was waiting to give birth at home, was doing.

"Master, what is that?"

Hu Zi, who was also riding a horse and leading the way in front, pointed at the dark moving object in front.

Han Heming squinted and looked at it.

"Huzi, go ahead and take a look at what that thing is. Come back and report immediately."

Hu Zi kicked the horse's belly and the horse galloped on the road. Soon he saw clearly what it was.

Refugees?

Hu Zi was shocked. Why were there so many refugees coming here? What did they want to do?

Thinking of what might happen, Hu Zi quickly turned his horse around.

"Master, the people ahead are refugees."

Han Heming and Uncle Quan, the coachman, were both shocked when they heard this. The day before yesterday, when they entered the city, they found that there were many more refugees in Lin'an City, and the county government had also set up a porridge stall. Why were there still refugees coming here?

Moreover, judging from the direction they were moving, it was Lizao Village. Could these people be heading for their home?

Their family is a well-known wealthy family in the area hundreds of miles around, so it is really possible based on their family.

“Can you see how many people there are?”

Han Heming asked in a deep voice. The rain was so heavy that all they could see in their direction was a black spot.

"The rain was so heavy that I didn't dare get too close. I could vaguely see that there were probably hundreds of people."

Hundreds of people? Seeing so many people entering the village, Han Heming immediately realized that they were heading for Lizao Village, heading for their home.

Yanzhi is still giving birth. If this group of refugees are allowed into the village, what will Yanzhi do if she cannot resist them?

No, we can’t let this group of people enter Beijing.

"Huzi, walk a little further ahead. There's a fork in the road. Carry the midwife on your back and take the small path back to the village. Uncle Quan and I will lead these people away."

"Yes, sir."

After Han Heming gave the order, Hu Zi lifted the curtain of the carriage without saying a word.

Mrs. Qi was sitting in the carriage. Because the rain was so heavy, she couldn't hear clearly what Han Heming and Hu Zi said.

She just leaned over the curtain and asked Uncle Quan why he stopped. Uncle Quan just said that the road was slippery because of the rain, so he asked Hu Zi to go ahead and explore the way.

When Hu Zi lifted the curtain, she asked hurriedly.

"What's wrong? The road ahead is blocked."

They live in a mountain village, and when it rains heavily, landslides often occur.

Hu Zi didn't dare tell Mrs. Qi that there were refugees ahead. If Mrs. Qi knew that there were so many refugees ahead, she would definitely be scared and would not dare to move forward.

His wife is still waiting for Mrs. Qi to deliver the baby. If Mrs. Qi is too scared to go to Lizao Village, what should his wife do?

He rolled his eyes and said to Mrs. Qi.

"There's a rock slide ahead, blocking the road. Boy, carry Banpo along the small path to Lizao Village. My wife can't wait any longer."

Mrs. Qi is a straightforward old woman.

"I'm in good health, there's no need for you to carry me. Let's go now."

Originally, he was reluctant to come to Lizao Village to deliver a baby on a rainy day, but he had also promised the Han family to deliver their wife's baby. Besides, the money given by the Han family was too much. Alas, money can really move people's hearts.

Mrs. Qi jumped off the carriage with the help of Hu Zi's shoulders. The two villages were adjacent to each other, and she was familiar with the path to Lizao Village. She didn't need Hu Zi to lead the way at all, and she walked ahead by herself.

Han Heming saw Hu Zi and Mrs. Qi leave, then he and Uncle Quan walked forward again. They wanted to lead the people away, and they had to make sure the refugees saw them.

They rode their horses and soon caught up with the group of refugees. The sound of their horses' hooves startled the refugees who were running. They stopped and looked at them warily with hostility in their eyes.

What made Han Heming feel strange was why these refugees were not dressed very poorly. At least the refugees he saw in Lin'an City were all ragged and skinny.

These people had normal complexions and walked at a steady pace. They didn't look like refugees at all, but rather like bandits.

I heard that there is a group of bandits thirty miles away, burning, killing and looting everywhere. Could it be this group of people?

Han Heming's heart was in turmoil, but the refugees did not give him much time to think.

Several of the refugees suddenly rushed up, waving sticks in their hands and hitting Han Heming and Uncle Quan.

Han Heming had no time to dodge. The horse was frightened and raised its front hooves and rushed into the crowd.

When the refugees saw Han Heming's horse rushing towards them, they also picked up their weapons and fought against him.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle.

Han Heming and Uncle Quan intended to lead the refugees away. They fought and retreated at the same time. If they continued at this rate, they would eventually reach the town, where there were soldiers guarding the city.

Soon, the leader of the refugees finally realized something was wrong and he yelled.

"Surround these two men."

Han Heming and Uncle Quan were sitting on their horses. When the refugees tried to surround them, they charged forward and dispersed them.

The two men followed the refugees like stray dogs, taking advantage of every opportunity and whipping them with a horsewhip.

Many refugees fell to the ground wailing and were trampled to death by the crowd.

This strategy was good, but there were too many refugees, about two or three hundred people, and the horses they rode were not war horses, so soon two of them fell down from exhaustion.

Han Heming and Uncle Quan had no choice but to draw their swords and fight the refugees face to face.

Both of them had great martial arts skills, so they didn't find it difficult to deal with these refugees.

They chopped again and again, and the blades were all bent. Finally, when the two were exhausted, Han Heming's arm was hit by a stick by the refugees, and Uncle Quan was hit several times on the back.

Just when the two could no longer hold on, they heard a familiar voice.

"stop."

Da Wa rushed in on horseback, charging into the crowd and dispersing the refugees again. Han Heming and Uncle Quan suddenly felt a lot less pressure.

The two of them picked up their knives and continued to fight.

After an unknown amount of time, the Han family's guards also rushed over.

The two sides officially engaged in a battle.

Ajiu sat in the hall, listening to news from all sides. Soon a guard who was patrolling the village also reported that they saw Hu Zi and Qi Po and Wen Po on the path.

When Han Heming drove away the refugees and returned to the Han family, Song Yanzhi had already given birth to two children.

She gave birth to twins, two daughters.