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

"Uncle Jiu, how can that be considered digging up his sweet potatoes? That land is mine."

Han Duotian's old face turned red and he made a guilty excuse.

"You gave that land to your father a long time ago. After your parents died, the land was given to Heming. How did it become your family's land again?"

The old village chief has positive ideas and cannot keep up with Han Duotian's crooked way of thinking.

"Uncle Jiu, the land was allocated to my parents, but they are not here anymore. Doesn't that mean my parents are no longer around?

If parents don't pass their land to their son, they pass it to their grandson. This doesn't make sense.

I was able to let Han Heming farm for several years without asking him for rent because he is my son.

The two mu of sweet potatoes are just the rent he gave me for growing my land."

This trick was thought up by him and his wife after they had been thinking about it for a long time at home.

When Han Heming's wife was around, his wife could still go to Han Heming's house to get some things. But when this wife came, she was really uncooperative and they couldn't get anything from him.

Life was difficult at home, with the family barely able to eat enough, so of course he had to take the land back.

"Those two acres of land were left to Heming by your parents. You are really hurting their feelings by doing this.

Heming's family depends on these two acres of land for their livelihood. When he got married, you, as his father, hadn't even conceived a child. How could you bear to treat your child like this?

Isn't Heming your son?"

The old village chief was heartbroken. He really didn't expect that such a shameless person would come from their Han family. As the village chief, he was almost ashamed.

"Village chief, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. His family doesn't rely on these two acres of land to make a living. He probably hunts, and his family has meat for every meal. They live a better life than anyone else, and they don't need the harvest from these two acres of land."

Han Duotian glanced at Han Heming, his eyes full of pride, as if to say, you are still a little too young to fight with me.

The old village chief was furious with Han Duotian. He pointed at Han Duotian's nose and cursed, "How can you be so shameless? You can't even give your own sons and grandsons a chance to live. You are unworthy of being our ancestor. I will expel you from our clan for such a heartless and heartless person."

"Uncle Jiu, I respectfully call you Uncle Jiu, but this is just a family matter between me and my son. It doesn't warrant expulsion from the clan. I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't break the law. Even if you're the village chief, you can't expel me from the clan."

The old village chief was so angry at Han Duotian that his face turned red, and he pointed his finger at Han Duotian and trembled with anger.

"Okay, okay, Han Lao San, you stole other people's crops, which is just petty theft. We in the Han family don't have descendants like you."

"Why do you call me a thief? You dug sweet potatoes from my son's house, but not from anyone else's."

Han Duotian jumped up. Han Heming had not spoken a word since he came to the Han family's old house. When he heard Han Duotian say that he was his son, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Dad, you still consider me your son. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought I was a child you picked up from outside. You kicked me out of the house when I was four years old, and now you want to take away the two acres of land my grandparents left me.

I think our relationship as father and son has ended. Grandpa Jiu, I want to make an appointment with Han Duotian to sever our father-son relationship."

Han Heming's words shocked the two people present. The old village chief had just said that Han Duotian should be expelled from the clan, but that was just an angry remark. Han Heming's words did not seem to be said in anger.

"Heming, are you serious?"

"Yes, Grandpa Jiu, please make the decision for me."

Han Heming's expression was calm, without any trace of joking. He hated Han Duotian in his heart, but he kept silent because Han Duotian was his father.

He had endured many things that Han Duotian had done to him over the years, but finally today, he didn't want to endure it anymore.

"Han Heming, you little bastard, you heartless ungrateful bastard, I am your father, your biological father, and you actually want to sever the father-son relationship with me? I will beat you to death, you little bastard."

After he said that, he picked up a broom at the gate and was about to hit Han Heming with it.

Han Heming felt an itch in his hands, so he caught the broom that was thrown at him.

"Have you ever considered me your son? I think my second and third brothers are your sons."

"you you…"

Han Duotian was so angry that he couldn't speak. He wanted to refute Han Heming, but what Han Heming said was true.

"I didn't treat you like a son. How could you have lived to this age? I should have strangled you to death back then. It wouldn't be in vain for you to piss me off now."

He hesitated for a long time and finally said something that sounded harsh but was actually weak.

Han Heming did not argue with him. He bowed with both hands, bent over and saluted the old village chief.

"Grandpa Jiu, please make the decision for He Min."

When Han Heming came back, the moon was already high in the sky. Song Yanzhi had already coaxed the three children to sleep. She sat under a tree in the yard, quietly waiting for Han Heming to come back.

The moonlight was hazy and she was not doing any needlework. The stone table next to her was filled with snacks she had braised herself, as well as a few jars of pear blossom wine. Han Heming said that these jars of pear blossom wine were brewed by him personally.

The pear blossom wine was fragrant, he had just smelled it.

Under the moonlight, Han Heming walked back to the Han family courtyard. The courtyard was silent. He pushed open the door with a cold and terrifying expression.

"you are back?"

A gentle voice was heard in the middle of the night. After hearing the voice, Han Heming's cold face softened a little.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

He heard Song Yanzhi's voice coming from under the tree. He walked straight to the tree and saw a person sitting under the tree.

"I thought you didn't eat well tonight, so I made a few side dishes for you. Please have some."

The aroma of braised beef wafted from his nose, but Han Heming had no appetite.

"I'm not hungry. I had dinner tonight."

He had not finished eating yet. The village chief came when he was eating. He said a few words to him and then went to the Han family's old house. He did not return until this time.

"Would you like to have some with me? When I went to the cellar today, I found that the pear blossom wine you brewed was very fragrant. I'd like to have a couple of drinks. Do you mind?"

In the darkness of the night, Han Heming couldn't see Song Yanzhi's expression clearly. He paused and nodded slightly. Thinking that Song Yanzhi might not be able to see clearly in the dark, he replied, "Okay."

Song Yanzhi picked up the wine jar and filled a glass for Han Heming and herself.

"Come on, touch one."

The two of us took turns drinking a cup, and I don't know how much we drank from these side dishes.

Han Heming saw the woman lying on the table and couldn't help but laugh for a moment. How could this woman be so drunk? He was almost drunk by her.

He shook his dizzy head, stood up, walked to Song Yanzhi, and carried Song Yanzhi back to the house.

"Why are you here?"

Song Yanzhi pulled the quilt on herself and looked at the man lying next to her. She had to say that this man had a good figure, which made her almost drool. She forgot that this man had taken advantage of her last night.