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

"Brother, make one for me too."

Erwa asked for a schoolbag for himself, and he didn’t forget his older brother Dawa.

"Big Baby, do you want it?"

Da Wa was holding a big sandbag made for him by Song Yanzhi. Da Wa was frightened by the Chen family yesterday, and he sat at the door of the main hall in a somewhat depressed mood.

"Thank you, stepmother."

Seeing the children like this, Song Yanzhi felt distressed. She held the third child and walked over to sit next to the eldest child.

"Don't be afraid, your father won't give you brothers to anyone."

"Stepmother, why didn't they come to our house much when mother was alive? Now that mother is dead, they come to blame father. What right do they have to do that?"

Da Wa's eyes were a little cautious.

Song Yanzhi touched Da Wa's head, and her voice was so soft that it seemed like water could drip out.

"Chi'er, there are many people in this world who don't blame you because you've done something wrong, but because blaming you makes them look noble."

The eldest son was named Han Qiuchi. The year he was born, autumn was late in coming, so Chen named him Qiuchi.

"Stepmother, I understand."

"There's a temple fair in town the day after tomorrow. Can your stepmother take you and your brother to town to play?"

She thought that by the day after tomorrow, she would be able to make a few bags, which she could sell in town, or she could let the two frightened children relax.

"Daddy's not home."

Since Han Heming was not at home, there was no one to help them drive the carriage, and they could not go to town.

"Maybe your father will be back the day after tomorrow. Even if he doesn't, we can ask your Aunt Su to go to town with us and ask your eldest uncle to help drive the ox cart."

"it is good"

Thinking of the excitement at the temple fair, a smile appeared on Da Wa's face.

"Go play with your brother."

Speak of the devil, and here he comes. Just as Song Yanzhi mentioned Su to Da Wa, she heard Su's voice coming over.

"What bad things are you two saying about me?"

After Su came out of confinement, she often visited the Han family. The first time Su came to the Han family, she wanted to see if Song Yanzhi could abuse the children. After coming twice, she felt that she and Song Yanzhi got along quite well.

"Tell Da Wa that his Aunt Su is so skillful. The shoes she made for him are both beautiful and comfortable to wear."

The Su family has two children, in addition to the daughter she just gave birth to, there is also a son who is eight years old and is attending school.

In order to thank Su for taking care of the three children, Song Yanzhi made a set of clothes for each of Su's two children.

After Su finished her confinement, she made a pair of shoes for the eldest and second child, and the eldest child is wearing them today.

"Just your sweet mouth."

Su walked in from outside the yard, holding the child in one hand and carrying a small bamboo basket in the other.

Although it was already July, the weather was not hot before seven o'clock, so Song Yanzhi moved a chair and sat in the yard with Su.

"The ducks you raise at home are still young and haven't laid eggs yet. I brought you thirty salted duck eggs. Try them. If you like them, tell me and I'll bring you some more."

Song Yanzhi knew that this was Su's way of thanking her for the pig offal she had sent to their house last time.

She braised a lot of pig offal last time. Besides eating them themselves, she also sent a lot to the Su family.

"Thank you very much, sister-in-law. I also have something to give you. Do you like it?"

What Song Yanzhi gave to Su was the patchwork bag of a small house that she had put together yesterday.

"Did you make this? It's so beautiful."

Su's face was full of surprise.

"I did it, what do you think, sister-in-law?"

"Yanzhi, you have such a skillful hand. If you take this to the town to sell, I'm sure there will be a lot of people buying it."

After all, that woman doesn’t care about beauty. Even if it’s just a small bag, she wants it to be the most beautiful and best-looking.

"Really? Oh, there's a temple fair in town the day after tomorrow. Sister-in-law, are you going to the fair?"

"How can I not go? The temple fair is the busiest time in Hongshi Town. People from all over the town will go."

"Sister-in-law waited for me that day, but I don't know if my Heming would be able to come back that day. If not, I'm afraid he would bother Brother Ming to drive the ox cart."

"Why, your Heming went into the mountains again?"

"Yeah, I went there this morning."

Han Heming hadn't come back for two days, but Song Yanzhi wasn't too worried. He was a hunter, hunting in the mountains, and it was common for him to not come back for several days.

On the third day, the sky was gloomy when they woke up in the morning. Song Yanzhi made scallion pancakes made of cornmeal and white flour for the children, and a pot of kelp meatball soup.

This kelp was picked up by Han Heming on the day when he took the children to the beach to catch fish.

At that time, there were fish, shrimps and meat at home, but they couldn't eat the above, so Song Yanzhi washed the kelp, blanched it again, cut it into shreds, dried it and kept it at home.

When the children were called to get up for dinner, sporadic drizzle began to fall from the sky. By noon, the rain was getting heavier, and Song Yanzhi became a little worried about Han Heming.

"Stepmother, it's been raining for so long, why hasn't Dad come back yet?"

The eldest boy sat at the door sadly, watching the raindrops dancing in the water.

"Don't worry, your dad has been hunting for so long, he will find a place to shelter from the rain."

Song Yanzhi was comforting the child, but she was already extremely worried.

Although she and Han Heming are not real husband and wife, Han Heming saved her and she regards Han Heming as a friend.

Han Heming, who was carried by the mother and daughter, was now lying on the ground motionless. The rain had soaked his whole body. He stared at a lone bison without blinking.

That day, he told Song Yanzhi that he would catch a bison for her to eat. He had been waiting in the bison's territory for three days. Finally, today, due to heavy rain, the bison herd was dispersed, giving him an opportunity.

He raised his bow and arrow and shot at one of the bison's legs. When the bison felt pain, he gripped his hunting knife and stabbed the bison's neck.

The bison was large in size and had thick skin. Han Heming's attack was not fatal to it, but instead stimulated the bison's fighting spirit.

Its horns hit Han Heming. Han Heming reacted very quickly. The moment the bison hit him, he jumped onto its back.

The bison shook its head left and right, trying to throw him off. He pulled out his hunting knife and hit the bison's neck three times in a row before the bison fell to the ground.

At night, the rain got heavier and thunder started. Song Yanzhi asked the three children to sleep in their own room.

It was late at night and the child was asleep. Song Yanzhi lit the oil lamp and sat by the bed, still making patchwork bags.

But she was a little absent-minded and almost pricked her hand several times.

She couldn't continue sewing, but she didn't force herself. She put the needlework into the sewing basket, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, when she woke up, the rain had stopped.

She got out of bed and went to Han Heming's room first. She saw that the bedding in the room was still neatly arranged, as if no one had touched it. She knew that Han Heming had not come back yet.