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

Song Yanzhi stood at the door of the main hall with a wooden stick in her hand. The people in the old Han family house were too noisy. Han Heming was their son and could not do anything. She didn't mind being labeled as a wicked woman.

"What are you doing standing here, you little bitch?"

Han Duotian was displeased when he saw Song Yanzhi blocking his way.

"You said you wanted your son to send me away?"

Song Yanzhi's face was covered with frost, which could not be melted even by the June sky.

"How dare you, a little bitch, ask for twenty taels of silver right out of your mouth? Go and ask around, who would ask for so much silver to marry a daughter-in-law?"

Han Duotian felt heartbroken when he thought of the woman in front of him who had cheated his son out of twenty taels of silver. That was twenty taels of silver, enough to buy food for their family to eat for three to four years.

"Let's not talk about how much money it costs to marry a daughter-in-law. No matter how much money your son spends to marry me, it's your son's wish. It's a matter of will. You and your son have already separated. It's none of your business."

Han Duotian was speechless after being retorted by Song Yanzhi. As a father, there was no need for him to interfere in what his son, who had separated from the family, wanted to do.

"I'm not going to talk to you. Get out of the way. I want to see my grandson."

Han Duotian couldn't argue with Song Yanzhi and didn't want to say anything more. As long as he could get into the house and take the child away, it would be fine.

"Dad, you should go back. My child has a father and a mother. There's no need to leave the child with his grandparents."

Han Duotian and Li Yuzhi came to the house several times, and Li Yuzhi's eyes rolled.

"Old man, let's go back. Our son won't let us take care of our grandson, so we should take a break."

Han Duotian always listened to Li Yuzhi the most. As soon as he walked out of the Han family yard, Han Duotian asked Li Yuzhi.

"Old lady, do you have any ideas? Why did you go back?"

"You haven't realized yet, that woman has bewitched your son. He won't drive that little bitch away. Why don't we..."

Li Yuzhi leaned over and whispered a few words into Han Duotian's ear.

"You are the one with the idea, old lady. Why should we be the bad guys? As long as that family can get rid of that little bitch, we can just sit back and reap the benefits."

For several days, life was peaceful.

Song Yanzhi had already made clothes for Han Heming, and also made a set of clothes for the child and herself. Two or three sets of clothes for each person were enough.

After she finished her work, she let the children play in the yard and sat under a tree, taking out the scraps of cloth given by the cloth shop owner to see what she could do with them. She would eventually leave the Han family, and she had to earn some money to support herself.

She was taking care of several children at home and couldn't go out, so she thought about making some handicrafts and taking them to a cloth shop for consignment. This place was so poor that there was not even an embroidery shop.

The cloth shop sells both cloth and embroidery. The main consumer group in the town is still the farmers from the surrounding villages. Farmers live in poverty and are reluctant to buy ready-made embroidery. Whatever they want, they buy the cloth themselves and make it at home.

The finished embroidery products were not easy to sell, so Song Yanzhi was thinking about what she should do to get a good price.

Purses and handkerchiefs are simple to embroider and many people have to embroider them, so they are generally not easy to sell.

Seeing so many scraps of cloth, she thought about it and decided to make bags, patchwork bags with cartoon houses, animals, and dolls on them. People in this era don't understand cartoons.

Even if others want to imitate her, it is difficult to do so, and scraps of cloth are more likely to be varied. She can ensure that every bag she makes is unique.

People in this era use a piece of cloth to wrap their things when they go out. Patchwork bags still have a future in this era.

She got down to work right away. She took out her paintbrush and drew a few pictures.

"Stepmother, what are we having for lunch?"

"Why are you hungry right after breakfast?"

There was pork at home, so Song Yanzhi cooked pork in different ways, including bone soup, braised pork, and stir-fried pork, for the children. After eating them for several days, Song Yanzhi thought the children must be tired of it.

"No, I'm just asking."

Da Wa wanted to say something, but was hesitant.

"Big boy, do you eat fish?"

"Eat. I want to eat sea bass stewed with tofu, but we don't have fish or tofu at home."

"Go find your father."

Song Yanzhi looked at Han Heming who was making a baby crib. In that era, without cutting machines or planers, it was really not easy to make a big item. It was just past seven in the morning, and Han Heming was already sweating profusely.

"We're by the sea. Can we buy some fish, shrimp, and clams for the children to change their taste? They'll get tired of eating meat every day, no matter how delicious it is."

Han Heming raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Then I'll go to the beach and see if I can catch any fish or shrimp."

They live by the sea and close to the mountains, so as long as people are not lazy, they don't have to worry about food and drink.

When Da Wa heard what his father said, he became happy and ran to his father.

"Daddy, I want to go too."

"I want to go too."

The eldest and second child said in unison.

The Han family lived far from the village. On weekdays, Song Yanzhi only let the two children play in the yard and did not let them go to the village.

The two children were young and she didn't even know that they were bullied by other children in the village.

"Then let's all go. You guys can go to the beach too. Do you want to go?"

After Han Heming finished talking to the children, he looked at Song Yanzhi. Ever since Song Yanzhi measured his size last time, the atmosphere between them had been a little awkward.

"I'm not going. The seaside is windy and Sanwa is too young to withstand the wind. You three go and I'll stay home to take care of Sanwa."

The wind was strong at the seaside. Sanwa was not even a month old and his body was still fragile. Song Yanzhi didn't dare to hold him and go out to feel the sea breeze.

If such a young child gets sick due to the sea breeze, he or she will suffer and may even die.

"Okay, then I'll take the eldest and second child with me."

Han Heming stood up, went to the well to wash his hands and face, then went into the house to change his dirty clothes before taking the children out of the yard.

As soon as the three men left, the yard suddenly became quiet without the noise of the eldest and second children. Song Yanzhi calmly started to make her dumplings.

To make a patchwork bag, you need to cut scraps of cloth into the shape you want. When the children are at home, Song Yanzhi is afraid that the two children will make trouble when she is cutting these small pieces of cloth.

Song Yanzhi had cut all the pieces of cloth needed for the bag and was about to sew the bag with her needle and needle when she heard a woman's voice.

"Is anyone home?"

Maybe the three of them didn't close the gate when they left. When Song Yanzhi heard the sound, she looked up and saw several people standing at the gate.

There were three men and four women, and the one knocking on the door was a pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen.

Song Yanzhi looked up and saw several people wearing silk clothes. They didn't look like farmers.

"You are?"

She stood up and walked towards the door.