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

After lunch, Han Heming coaxed the three children to sleep, and Song Yanzhi took out the scraps of cloth she had bought today.

She wanted to sort and organize the cloths of the same color so that she could use them directly when she needed them. This would be her career from now on, so she had to take it seriously.

Han Heming coaxed the three children to sleep and walked out of the room.

"Why did you buy so many scraps of cloth?"

Han Heming had seen Song Yanzhi making bags with scraps of cloth. He originally wanted to tell Song Yanzhi that he wanted to make bags with a whole piece of cloth and he could afford it. Later, when he saw that the bags made by Song Yanzhi were beautiful, he didn't say anything.

Seeing that Song Yanzhi bought so many scraps of cloth again, he thought Song Yanzhi wanted to save money, so he asked.

"I took the patchwork bags to the cloth shop in town to sell them. This will be my career from now on."

Han Heming was surprised when he heard this.

"Why are you thinking of selling the bag? But don't you have any money on you?"

Last time he gave Song Yanzhi three taels of silver, but he didn't see Song Yanzhi go to the town. Today she was the only one going to the town.

"Yes, but I will leave here eventually. I just need to save some money so that it will be useful in the future."

Since Song Yanzhi came to the Han family, she has never mentioned leaving. She was happy for the eldest and second child to call her stepmother. He didn't expect that he had always planned to leave and was making preparations for it.

He was a little depressed, with an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.

"this is for you."

He took out twenty-five taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to Song Yanzhi. This was the money he earned from selling bison meat today. Beef was rare and expensive, so the price of the bison meat he sold was even higher.

"Making bags is too hard and strains your eyes. You'd better not sell them."

Song Yanzhi had been busy all the time, and when he saw this, he looked up and saw that Han Heming seemed a little unhappy.

"Do you think I used your money to buy rags? Or are you worried that I'm neglecting the children because of making bags?

If you think I have spent your money, I will return it to you, tenfold, no, a hundredfold. As for the children, I promise to take good care of them.

Today was an accident. I didn't take good care of them. I promise it won't happen again."

Song Yanzhi didn't understand what made Han Heming unhappy. She was straightforward and didn't like to beat around the bush. Living under the same roof, if there was a problem, she should actively solve it.

"No, I know you take good care of the children, but I think you're working too hard. You don't have to work so hard. If you want to leave in the future, I will give you some money."

He had only been in the mountains for three days when he returned home to see that the crib he had made for his third child was covered with brand new bedding, and there was a circle of soft cotton padding around the crib.

Not only that, she also used fine cotton cloth suitable for babies. She took care of the children more carefully than anyone else. He really couldn't say that Song Yanzhi didn't take good care of the children. If he did say that, it would be too unscrupulous.

"I don't think it's hard. This will be my career from now on."

Song Yanzhi smiled sweetly, and her smile made Han Heming feel bitter, but he couldn't say it.

August is the busy farming season. The crops in the fields are ripe. The yellow corn, corn, peanuts, and white sesame and cotton in the fields are ripe. The farmers who have been living a tight life and starving for several months finally have food to eat.

Han Heming's family also has two acres of land. His family has little land, and these two acres are all planted with sweet potatoes. After lunch yesterday, Han Heming and Song Yanzhi discussed that he would dig up the sweet potatoes in the afternoon and store them in the cellar.

The place Song Yanzhi came to is called Hongyue Country. The climate here is somewhat similar to the three northeastern provinces today. At the end of September, the weather will get cold.

From July to August, Han Heming went into the mountains several times and hunted a lot of game to sell. In August, after he finished digging up the sweet potatoes in his two acres of land, he went back into the mountains to prepare meat for the winter.

His family had little land and little food, so they needed to store more meat to survive the winter. Song Yanzhi had actually always wanted to go into the mountains to pick some chestnuts and mushrooms, but Sanwa was too young, only two months old, and it was really not easy to carry him into the mountains.

Song Yanzhi thought that if Han Heming were to dig the sweet potatoes in the two acres of land alone, it would probably take several days for him to finish digging them. It would be better for her to take the children with her.

"I'll go too. Two of us can dig faster. The eldest and second kids can also help pick the sweet potatoes and put them in sacks. Then we can just get a bamboo basket and put the mountain socks in it."

He discussed it with Han Heming.

"No, digging sweet potatoes is hard work. You and the children can just stay home."

Han Heming didn't want Song Yanzhi to help her take care of the children, and he also wanted him to work and suffer in the fields.

"How hard can digging sweet potatoes be? That's how it's determined."

After making an agreement with Han Heming, he and Han Hemin took the children and tools and went to the sweet potato field after dinner.

Han Heming's two acres of land were given to his grandparents by Han Duotian when he drove him out. After his grandparents were old and unable to work, Han Heming has been taking care of these two acres of land.

Because it was the land allocated to him by Han Duotian, their land was adjacent to the land of the Han family's old house.

When Han Heming and Song Yanzhi brought the children to the sweet potato field, the scene in front of them made them frown. There were not even many sweet potato roots in the field, let alone sweet potatoes and sweet potato vines.

who is it?

Who stole his sweet potatoes?

Han Heming was furious. If anyone wanted to eat sweet potatoes, they could just dig two nests and take them home to roast. But he didn't say anything and just dug up all the sweet potatoes on his two acres of land. What did he mean by that?

There has never been such a bold thief in Hongya Village who could steal all the crops from two acres of land.

"Sister Yanzhi, take the children back first. I'll go talk to the village chief."

There are no sweet potatoes left in the sweet potato field, so there is no need for Song Yanzhi and the children to help dig sweet potatoes here.

Song Yanzhi nodded and went home with the child.

After returning home, Song Yanzhi was not idle. She took a hoe and took the children to the backyard to turn the soil. She had planted some cabbage, radish, garlic sprouts and carrots a few days ago.

She felt that the vegetable seeds were a little insufficient, so she planned to plant some more green vegetables today, and wait until the weather gets cold to make beef and mutton hot pot.

Han Heming asked along the way and arrived at the village chief's land. Everyone was busy there, and even the village chief had to work in the fields.

The village chief of Hongya Village is sixty-three years old this year. Normally, an old man of his age has grown up with his children and grandchildren, so he doesn't need to work in the fields. However, the old man is a hardworking man and can't stay idle at home.

While his descendants were picking corn in the fields, he sat by the ground and peeled off the husks of the corn, revealing the golden corn kernels.

Corn with the husk removed is easier to dry, and when you take it home, it is lighter without the husk.

"Master Jiu, are you busy?"

Han Heming walked up to the busy old village chief and greeted him.