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

When the village chief heard this, he immediately put on an apologetic smile, his face wrinkled, and he kept saying, "Yes, yes, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back! Our Red Stone Town is still the same. I just hope that those of you who have left can come back often to visit."

Han Heming dismounted and strode up to the village chief. He patted him on the shoulder and said politely and sincerely, "Village chief, you can see that we are very tired after traveling all the way.

As you know, my house was burned down that year, and now that I'm back, I don't even have a place to stay. Can you help me find a place for us to stay?

I don't need a very nice place. We are a large group, so just give me a spacious space. Thank you for your trouble."

The village chief nodded hurriedly, his head nodding like pounding garlic: "Okay, okay, Brother Han, don't worry, I'll arrange it right away, leave it to me!"

Hongshi Town is located in a remote corner and has always been sparsely populated, so it is easy to find an open space.

Three miles away from the town, the threshing ground looked particularly empty and desolate in the cold winter. The cold wind whistled past, raising a little dust.

Normally, it is where the farmers in the town dry their grains after the autumn harvest. Now that the grains have been stored in the warehouse, only a bare piece of land remains, which is just right for Han Heming and his group to set up camp.

"Sister Cui, I'm really sorry for making you feel wronged." Song Yanzhi was full of guilt, frowned slightly, and said helplessly to Cui Jingshu.

"I originally thought I'd take you back to our hometown so you could live more comfortably, but who knew we didn't even have a house ready for you to live in? I'm forced to keep you stuck in this carriage. I feel really bad."

She twisted the handkerchief in her hand as she spoke.

"I had originally planned to send someone back as quickly as possible to build the house, but I was worried that the villagers wouldn't recognize the strangers and that it would cause panic among the villagers, which would be disastrous. That's why I didn't do that. I was inconsiderate."

Cui Jingshu hurriedly grabbed her hand, patted it gently, and said soothingly, "Sister, what are you talking about? How can we sisters say such inappropriate things? If it weren't for you and your brother-in-law looking after us all the way here, Fuling and I would have encountered some disasters. Now we are just resting in the carriage, which is much safer. Don't blame yourself."

Cui Jingshu was being reasonable, but Xu Nian was stamping his feet in anger in the carriage.

She had thought that following Song Yanzhi and Han Heming, a wealthy family, even if she had to endure the hardship of traveling in the cold winter, she would be able to enjoy a good life when she got there. However, she didn't expect that she would still have to be cramped in this small carriage.

"What kind of a place is this? It's in the middle of nowhere. There's not even a decent house!"

She gritted her teeth and cursed softly, "I'm living comfortably in Songshulin Village. I really don't understand why Song Yanzhi had to come back and cause trouble!"

As she was cursing, she heard a conversation outside. She quickly lifted the car curtain and stuck her head out.

I saw a graceful woman standing there, looking charming and beautiful, talking to the guard.

"I'm a friend of your wife. Please let her know. I'd like to meet her."

The woman's voice was sweet and melodious. The guard looked her up and down, thinking that this was the lady's hometown and it was normal for acquaintances to visit, so he replied, "Wait here for a moment. I'll go ask my lady."

Xu Nian's eyes darted around, and curiosity got the better of him as he took a closer look at the woman. She was wearing a plain cotton-padded jacket. Although it lacked any fancy decorations, it was well-cut, clean, and neat, exuding a sense of neatness.

Soon, the guard returned, leading the woman towards Song Yanzhi's carriage. Xu Nian snorted, lowered the curtain, and secretly complained, "I don't know where this vixen came from, choosing to come here at this time."

The woman came to the front of the carriage. When Song Yanzhi heard the voice, she was immediately overjoyed: "Boss? It's really you, why are you here?" The person who came was Lan Mingyue, the owner of the Hongshi Town Cloth Shop.

"Yanzhi, it really is you!" Lan Mingyue's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. A smile of surprise and joy instantly blossomed on her face, a smile like the most gorgeous flower in spring. However, at the same time, her eyes unconsciously turned slightly red.

"Six years ago, you suddenly stopped sending me those incredibly exquisite patchwork bags without any warning. I was so anxious, I was like an ant on a hot pan, restless.

So I started asking around for you from our regular customers who came to our store to buy fabrics.

However, the result was so heartbreaking - they said that your whole family... unfortunately died in that terrible sea of ​​fire.

When I heard the bad news, my heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.

During that time, I was so sad that I cried all day long. I just couldn't believe it was true!

At this moment, Song Yanzhi's eyes couldn't help but moisten, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. She held Lan Mingyue's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would disappear if she let go, and at the same time, the strength in her hand unconsciously increased a little.

"Madam, after all these years, how have you been? In fact, I often think of you in the dead of night.

Thinking of your care and concern for me, my heart is always filled with warmth and gratitude." Song Yanzhi said as she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her other hand.

Lan Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm fine. Although my business has its ups and downs, it's going smoothly. It's just that I can't let you go in my heart. I keep thinking about our past."

She paused and continued, "Just now in town, I heard that a large group of people had arrived. When I asked around, I found out it was you guys. I figured, regardless of whether it was true or not, I had to come over and take a look. I didn't expect it to be my old friend who had returned."

Song Yanzhi sighed deeply, that sigh seeming to carry endless emotions and stories. She said leisurely, "The twists and turns here really can't be explained in a few words. Even if I were given three days and three nights to tell the story, I'm afraid I still wouldn't be able to finish it!"

Her eyes were a little blurry, as if her thoughts had drifted back to the ups and downs she had experienced in the past.

Lan Mingyue on the side gently patted Song Yanzhi's hand and comforted her softly: "Let's not talk about the troubles in the past! Now that you can come back safely, this is more important than anything else!" Lan Mingyue's words were like the spring breeze, warm and gentle, which made Song Yanzhi feel a little relieved.

At this moment, the car curtain was gently lifted and Cui Jingshu poked his head out of the car.