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

Han Heming walked into the yard from outside the door. He pretended to glance casually at Song Yanzhi who was standing beside him and smiled at Song's father.

"Uncle Song, I have something to talk to you about. Can we talk inside?"

Song's father didn't know why Han Heming wanted to see him. Han Heming's home was at the foot of the mountain, far away from the village, and he didn't usually interact with the people in the village.

But he did not refuse and welcomed Han Heming into the house.

The two sat down, and Song's father looked at Han Heming.

"I wonder what important matter my dear nephew has with me?"

When Song's father was young, he attended a private school for a few years. When speaking to outsiders, he liked to be pedantic.

"I heard that Uncle Song wants to marry Sister Song to Mr. Zhou?"

Han Heming glanced again at Song Yanzhi who was sitting aside without saying a word.

"Yes"

Song's father was a little embarrassed. Han Heming was marrying off his daughter, but it was more like selling her. In this world, except for the wealthy families, no farmer would ask for twenty taels of silver for a daughter's marriage.

"I heard Mr. Zhou is willing to offer twenty taels of silver to marry my sister. I wonder if Uncle Song will marry his daughter to me if I offer twenty-five taels of silver?"

Song Yanzhi, who had been listening quietly to the conversation between the two, suddenly raised her head. Han Heming, this man, why would he help her?

No, that's not right. It's not about helping her, but helping the original owner.

What was the relationship between Han Heming and the original owner? She tried hard to search for the memories left by the original owner, but could not find any useful information.

"Why does nephew Han want to marry my daughter?"

Song's father was also shocked. For a peasant family like them, the price for betrothing a girl was only three or five taels of silver, but Han Heming was willing to pay twenty-five taels of silver, which was even more generous than Mr. Zhou.

"I'm sure Uncle Song has heard about this too. My wife passed away ten days ago. We have three children at home, so we're in urgent need of a housewife to take care of the household."

Han Heming's wife, Zhou, died of heavy bleeding while giving birth to Han Heming's third son ten days ago. When the villagers heard about it, they all sighed and felt sorry.

Song's father had naturally heard about this. He looked at the young man sitting next to him. He was young, strong and handsome. It would be much better for his daughter to marry him than to marry Zhou, a wealthy man.

He wanted to sell his daughter anyway, so it didn't matter who he sold her to. Han Heming was willing to pay five taels of silver more than Mr. Zhou. With this extra money, his son would have more money to go to Beijing.

Father Song immediately smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

"As long as my nephew can come up with twenty-five taels of silver, I will naturally be willing to do it."

"Mr. Zhou only offered 20 taels of silver, so why did Han Heming offer 25 taels?"

Song Yanzhi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. She really hated Song's father and was unwilling to let Song Cong take advantage of her at all.

"You silly girl, you haven't even gotten married yet, but you're already turning your elbows outward. My nephew Han is willing to spend so much money, it means he thinks highly of you."

Song's father glared at Song Yanzhi angrily. This daughter was an ungrateful person. Raising her to this age was a waste of food.

Song Yanzhi didn't care about her furious father, she said to Han Heming.

"Han Heming, do you have any silver? Give him twenty taels, and I'll go with you today."

Although Song Yanzhi didn't know why Han Heming helped her original body, she now just wanted to escape from the Song family, as long as Han Heming could help her get the household registration documents from Song's father.

She would be willing to work like a slave for Han Heming.

"you dare?"

Seeing his daughter being so disobedient, Song's father raised his hand to hit Song Yanzhi, but was stopped by Han Heming.

"Uncle Song, don't be angry. Let's talk it over."

When Han Heming heard Song Yanzhi ask him to take out only twenty taels of silver, a smile flashed in his eyes.

The little girl dared to resist, which means she has grown up.

"I don't dare? Do you believe that I will die in front of you and you won't even get the twenty taels of silver?"

Song's father was stopped by Han Heming, and Song Yanzhi shouted even louder. After hearing what Song Yanzhi said and seeing the wound on her forehead, Song's father was really afraid that Song Yanzhi would bang her head against the wall again.

"Then it's twenty taels of silver. But I have to tell you, even if Han Heming gives me twenty taels of silver, I won't give you a single cent as dowry."

He originally thought that if Han Heming was willing to give him an extra five taels of silver, he would take out two hundred coins to buy a dowry for this girl. This girl was so outgoing that he would not give her even a single thing as compensation.

"I don't want anything. Just give me my household registration. If you sell me today, I will have nothing to do with the Song family anymore."

"Okay, okay... I, Song Dashan, have truly raised a good daughter. To be your stepmother to three children, I want to see how happy your life will be."

Song Yanzhi looked at the man walking in front of her. Just as she was about to call him and ask why Han Heming was helping her, she saw Han Heming turned around.

"I give this to you as a token of my gratitude for saving my life."

Han Heming handed her the household registration documents.

A life-saving grace?

Could it be that the original owner had once saved Han Heming?

When did this happen? Why was there no memory of this happening in the original owner's memory?

"Thank you, but I won't be your wife. I will return the twenty taels of silver to you."

With the household registration document in hand, Song Yanzhi felt relieved. With this thing, she could leave or stay as she pleased, and the man in front of her could not hold her back.

Han Heming looked at the little girl in front of him, and couldn't help but smile at the joy in her eyes. He didn't even think of making her his wife.

In his heart, the little girl who saved his life by giving him a bun when he was almost starving to death has always been his sister and a source of warmth for him on that cold night.

"I should have sent Sister Yanzhi away, but I still have something to ask of you. I hope Sister Yanzhi will agree to it."

Han Heming said this and bowed to Song Yanzhi, which was a pleading attitude.

Thinking of this man who had just helped her escape from the Song family, Song Yanzhi was not a truly heartless person. She thought she might as well listen. As long as it was not too excessive, she could agree.

"Brother Han, please speak."

"Sister Yanzhi knows my family's situation. I have three children who need care. I have to go hunting in the mountains, and once I'm there, there will be no one to take care of them. Could you please help me look after the children for a while? I'll send you away once I find someone reliable."

Han Heming bowed again after he finished speaking. Song Yanzhi thought that she was unfamiliar with the place and it would be a good idea for her to live in Han Heming's house first, helping him take care of the children while getting familiar with the environment.

"Then you must keep your word. Once you find the person, send me away."

Hongya Village is a good place with the sea in front and the mountains behind. Han Heming is a hunter, so his family left the village and built a house at the foot of Hongya Mountain.

Song Yanzhi followed Han Heming and walked towards Han Heming's home. Before they reached Han Heming's house, they heard the heart-wrenching cries of children, occasionally mixed with the men's abuse.

I heard that Han Heming only has a few children. Oh no, something bad has happened.