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

Song Yanzhi was a quick and efficient person who did things without delay. In just two days, she had prepared all the necessary items, including horses and supplies, for the journey. Once everything was ready, they set out on their journey again.

This time, after careful consideration, Song Yanzhi decided to bring Jinfeng with her, leaving only Bai Lang here to take charge of the important task of rebuilding the capital stronghold.

Jinfeng followed Song Yanzhi with an important task, which was to rebuild their business empire in another place with her own wisdom and ability, and lay a solid foundation for future development.

The journey from the capital to Hongya Village is quite long, passing through three cities and seven counties. In the icy and snowy conditions with difficult road conditions, it takes more than a month to reach the distant Hongya Village.

The three cities they had to pass through were Yicheng, Jiangzhou and Chencang.

The first city to be faced is Yicheng. Yicheng is close to the capital and is in a very critical geographical location. It is now under the jurisdiction of Liu Yuan.

On the day Song Yanzhi and the others set out, it was still dark and the whole world was still immersed in darkness and silence.

Their cavalry was quite large, with slaves, guards, and carriages. All in all, there were more than two hundred people, forming a rather spectacular and long team.

Normally, such a team would be extremely eye-catching if they were walking on the street on ordinary days, just like a gorgeous ship suddenly passing by on a calm lake, it would be hard not to attract the attention of others.

But at this time, there were displaced people everywhere with their families, and the official road was in chaos and noise. Their team seemed less conspicuous, just like a few fallen leaves among many, blending into the great tide of escape in this troubled time.

When the sky gradually brightened and their team walked onto the official road, they saw that the road was already crowded with people of all kinds.

Some of these people were wearing thin clothes and walked with difficulty in the snow with heavy steps, leaving their footprints deep, shallow, and crooked.

Some were sitting in simple horse-drawn or ox-drawn carts, which were piled with their few belongings. The whole family, young and old, were crowded together, and everyone's face was filled with fatigue and fear.

The official road, which was originally covered with white snow, had long been trampled into a messy and muddy road by the footsteps of people coming and going. The snow water mixed with the mud was dirty and heartbreaking to look at.

Song Yanzhi sat in the carriage and couldn't help but lift the curtain to look at the people walking outside. She saw that they looked exhausted, with panic and helplessness in their eyes, like birds that had lost their direction and didn't know where to fly.

Seeing this scene, Song Yanzhi couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in her heart. It felt like an invisible hand was tightly gripping her heart.

In times of war, the ones who suffer the most are always the innocent people.

In order to avoid the war, they had no choice but to move their families, sleeping in the open air, lacking food and clothing. Not only did they have to endure the torture of severe cold and hunger, but they also faced the danger of losing their lives at any time. Even so, they still could not find a stable home and could only drift like duckweed in this chaotic world.

Seeing this heart-wrenching scene, Song Yanzhi became more determined to change the world and let the people live a stable life.

That thought was like a burning flame, burning brighter and brighter in her heart, giving her the strength and courage to move forward.

Han Heming rode his horse to the side of the carriage. He saw the unconcealable worry on Song Yanzhi's face at a glance, and knew in his heart that she must be sad about the plight of these people.

He said softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sorry for these people?" His voice was soft, full of concern and tenderness, as if he was afraid of disturbing Song Yanzhi's heavy thoughts.

"It's hard for them." Song Yanzhi just said this lightly, but her words were full of deep helplessness and sympathy.

As they continued walking, they met more and more civilians. Many of them, seeing the serious-looking guards holding long swords in their cavalry, felt as if they had found a life-saving straw and followed the team.

Relocation in these troubled times is inherently difficult, especially in such a harsh, freezing environment. People were constantly freezing to death or starving to death on the roadside, unable to withstand the bitter cold and hunger. The scene was truly tragic. When people are starving, cold, and desperate, their humanity often disappears, leaving only the animal instincts. Killings and robberies are commonplace for a little food or clothing, and the cruelty is unbearable to watch.

Not to mention the bandits and robbers along the way, like wolves scenting blood, ready to strike at the first opportunity. Even some soldiers, in the chaos, lost their moral integrity and became bandits, committing murder, looting, and other atrocities. All kinds of terrible things could happen. This chaotic world is like a mirror, revealing human nature, exposing the good and evil, the beauty and ugliness in human nature without reservation.

Following behind this large convoy, those with ill intentions would hesitate to take action. After all, the convoy is guarded by guards, so it is not easy to succeed. Relatively speaking, it is also safer, so the people choose to follow.

Han Heming had initially felt a hint of reluctance when he heard Song Yanzhi's proposal. After all, he had never been one for grand ambitions. His greatest wish was simply to live a simple, peaceful, and stable life with a wife, children, and a warm bed.

However, when he inadvertently looked around, the scene before him made his heart tremble suddenly.

Those scenes seemed to have an invisible magic that deeply touched the softest part of his heart.

He whispered to Song Yanzhi, "Once we succeed, everything will be fine."

Although his voice was not loud, the determination and expectation contained in it reached Song Yanzhi's ears so clearly.

Song Yanzhi raised her eyes and looked at Han Heming. She said in an extremely firm voice, "Well, I believe you."

Those few simple words seemed to carry a tremendous force, as if she had completely given her heart to the person in front of her.

At this time, the team did not stop and continued to move forward slowly.

The horses' hooves beat the ground rhythmically, making a "da da da" sound. The sound was crisp and powerful, and it kept echoing on this quiet official road.