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

Han Heming scratched his head a little embarrassedly, with a trace of embarrassment on his face: "Grandpa Jiu, to be honest, I brought back quite a few people this time. It's great that we can allocate a piece of land in the village for us to build houses.

I also didn't want to cause trouble for the village and have people talk about Grandpa Jiu, so I paid for it."

He spoke cautiously, hoping that the old village chief would agree, but also afraid that the request was too much.

"Okay! But how much land do you want to buy?"

The old village chief leaned forward slightly, his cloudy eyes showing concern and confusion. He raised his hand to stroke his sparse beard, his eyes fixed on Han Heming.

It was early in the morning and the chill had not yet dissipated from the house. The charcoal fire was crackling and the warm light was reflected on everyone's faces.

Han Heming hurriedly stood up and gestured respectfully and eagerly, "Grandpa Jiu, we're back in the village this time, with our families and brothers, there are more than 2,300 of us! I was thinking of buying all the vacant land around my old house. Do you think it's feasible?"

As he spoke, he drew his hands in the air, trying to outline the outline of the clearing.

"That piece of land is next to the mountain and is full of big rocks. I haven't seen any crops grown there since I was a child, but it's perfect for building a house."

"Why did you bring back so many people?"

The old village chief opened his eyes wide in shock, leaned back, his wrinkled face full of disbelief, and his mouth wide open.

"After all these years away, what great achievements have you made? You've even brought back such a large group of people."

Han Heming scratched his head, a simple smile appeared on his face, and there was a hint of embarrassment: "Grandpa Jiu, these are all brothers who have followed me through thick and thin over the years. We have been through thick and thin together and have become close friends.

When I returned to the village, they all looked at me eagerly, determined to follow me. How could I refuse? It wouldn't be a big deal to leave anyone behind, so I brought them all back."

"My Heming is promising!"

The old village chief slapped his thigh and a bright smile instantly broke out on his face. His eyes narrowed into slits and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes became deeper.

"Grandpa Jiu is really happy for you. This is great news! Okay, since you have so many brothers to resettle, I'll grant you that piece of land to build houses so that everyone can settle down."

The old village chief knew that the wasteland would be wasted if left alone, so it would be great if he could earn some income to support the village.

"Thank you so much, Grandpa Jiu!" Han Heming hurried forward and politely bowed deeply to the old village chief, bending his waist at a ninety-degree angle. As he stood up, his eyes were filled with gratitude. "If it weren't for your open-mindedness, Grandpa Jiu, I really wouldn't know how to accommodate so many people."

"I wonder when the land deed can be transferred? Grandpa Jiu, you know that I have too many brothers, and they are still freezing in the threshing ground in the town. I am so anxious and just looking forward to buying bricks to build a house." Han Heming rubbed his hands and paced back and forth, his tone full of anxiety.

"This is not difficult to do!" The old village chief turned his head and shouted towards the inner room, "Boss, come here." The voice echoed in the house, shaking the ice flowers on the window frames.

After a while, the village chief's son strode in. He was a burly man with a simple and honest face. He was delighted to see Han Heming: "Hey, Heming is back!" He patted Han Heming's shoulder in a familiar manner and said with a hearty laugh, "What's the matter? Dad called me?"

The old village chief pointed at Han Heming and said, "Take Heming to the village chief and get the land deed settled. He's very anxious."

"Alright!" The village chief's son agreed immediately and looked at Han Heming. "If you're in a hurry, let's go right away. We'll definitely get it done quickly."

"Then thank you for your help, uncle! Without further ado, let's head to town now.

Uncle, have you had breakfast this morning? If not, let's go find a restaurant and have a good meal when we get to town.

Let me tell you, there's a little shop over there that sells mutton soup noodles, and they're absolutely delicious. Let's each have two big bowls of steaming, fragrant mutton soup noodles, and warm ourselves up comfortably before we talk about anything else."

Han Heming made the invitation with a smile on his face, his bright big eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

Hearing this, the village head's wife hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "Oh, what are you going to eat in town? Look, your aunts at home have been busy in the kitchen for most of the day, and the meal will be ready soon.

Why don't you just eat at home? It won't be too late to go to town to do some business after you finish eating."

As she spoke, a warm and friendly smile appeared on her face, making people feel warm like a spring breeze.

"Grandma Jiu, I appreciate your kindness, but this matter really cannot be delayed. I will take my uncle to town to eat and will not linger here." Han Heming responded with a smile and started moving towards the door.

After talking to the village chief's wife, Han Heming said goodbye to the old village chief, and then walked out with the village chief's eldest son. Han Heming's sled was parked outside the house, and the two jumped on the sled parked at the door.

The sled's runners left two deep ruts in the snow, the bells rang crisply, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared in the vast snowfield and rushed towards the town.

A fire blazed brightly in the office of the village chief in Hongshi Town. Han Heming greeted him warmly as he entered, "Good morning, village chief!" The village chief, who was sipping tea to soothe his throat, immediately rose to greet him, "Oh, it's Heming! What brings you here?" After a few pleasantries and an explanation of his purpose, the village chief was forthright and handled the formalities with exceptional efficiency, quickly transferring the title deed.

Han Heming didn't stop for a moment and rushed to the brick factory. The owner of the brick factory was worried about the lack of business in winter, and when he saw Han Heming's intention, he smiled from ear to ear. Han Heming waved his hand and said, "Boss, I want all the bricks in your factory. Quickly arrange for people to transport them to Hongya Village."

After the deal was struck, truckloads of bricks began arriving. The village was bustling with activity. Han Heming's men were working with enthusiasm. Shirtless, they dug the foundations, their work steaming hot as each shovel stroke turned the frozen soil. The builders, skilled in their craft, sent bricks flying through their hands. Within days, one house after another rose from the ground. Finally, everyone worked together to build a high wall, enclosing the area. The guards' quarters began to take shape.

Elsewhere, construction was underway on the five-story courtyard planned by Song Yanzhi. Craftsmen worked diligently, each carrying out their duties according to her meticulously drawn blueprints. The study's window lattices were intricately carved, the kitchen's hearth was neatly built, the bedrooms warm and cozy, the living room spacious and bright—the entire courtyard was magnificent and neatly organized.