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

"When you return, please call a meeting of the villagers. Ask the young men in the village who would like to come and train with me. If they are willing, I will provide them with three meals a day, with meat and vegetables every meal, and they can also get a stable salary of one tael of silver every month.

If they have relatives' children who they think are suitable, they can send them here. This is also a way for everyone to protect themselves."

Han Heming had already figured it out in his mind. It was only a matter of time before the team was expanded. The folks in Hongya Village knew each other well, so if they started training here, even if they encountered a disaster in the future, they could stick together and have more chances of survival.

"Okay, I'll do it right away, don't worry." The old village chief was an impatient person, and he did things in a hurry and decisively. Before he finished speaking, he had already strode out of the door.

After a while, the village was filled with the sound of the village chief's rapid and crisp gong beating, "Dangdangdang". The sound of the gong echoed in the valley, startling a flock of flying birds.

The villagers were busy at home, some were weaving straw sandals, some were repairing farm tools. When they heard the gong, they stopped their work, greeted each other, and hurried towards the open space in the center of the village from all directions.

The old village chief stood on the big rock polished by time, with his hands on his hips, and cleared his throat which was a little hoarse from hurrying.

He shouted, "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me!"

He waited until the noise of the crowd died down before he continued speaking.

"Those people Han Heming brought back were indeed training private soldiers. I'm sure everyone has guessed this.

But Heming told me something from his heart today. There is a fierce war going on outside now. He trained these people purely to prepare for war and build a protective wall for our village.

If anyone doesn't believe it, they can go outside the mountain to check. Our Qinghe County has long been heavily guarded by other generals. Why?

It's because the outside world is in such chaos that it's unbearable to watch! It's just that in these mountains, news spreads slowly and hasn't reached everyone yet."

The old village chief paused, his eyes like a searchlight, slowly sweeping across the crowd, and he raised his voice and said, "Heming also made a promise that if the young men in the village are willing to follow the training, he will provide three meals a day, each meal will ensure that everyone has a full meal, and he will also give them one or two taels of silver every month.

If relatives' children want to come, that's fine. Everyone, calm down and think carefully about this. This is a matter of great importance to yourselves and your families.

Also, let me be clear, Heming did this all for our village. If any of you dare to spread rumors outside, don't blame me, the old village chief, for being ruthless and showing no mercy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd instantly boiled like boiling water.

Now everyone is not concerned about whether Han Heming trains soldiers or not, but what they heard from the old village chief is that going to Han Hemin for training will not only provide three meals a day, but also give one or two taels of silver every month, which is a great thing.

"Is there really such a good thing?" A young man's eyes widened, his voice rising a few notches with excitement. "Farming at home doesn't save much money all year round. If I could earn some money and have food provided, it would be better than anything!"

"Is it okay? Is there any danger?" A woman tugged at her man's clothes, her eyes full of worry. "It's so chaotic in this war, don't risk your life."

"One tael of silver a month is not a small amount!" Someone smacked his lips, full of envy. "I can't earn that much in a month even if I work hard carrying heavy bags in town."

Everyone was talking at once, each with their own thoughts. Some were so excited they were already mentally planning to be the first to sign up, while others frowned, hesitant, wavering between the risks and the opportunities.

At this time, Qiangzi strode out from the crowd. He was tall and strong, like a small mountain, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

"Village Chief, I'm willing! Anyway, I don't have much better options staying at home. I go hunting in the mountains every day, and I have to fight wild beasts from time to time. If it weren't for Brother Han Heming's intervention last time, I would have been torn to pieces by the wolf cubs. Now that Brother Han Heming wants to recruit people, I will definitely be the first to support him!"

With Qiangzi taking the lead, Shuanzi, who once went fishing in the river and collecting bird eggs in the mountains with Han Heming, also stepped forward and said confidently, "I'm going too! Brother Han is always reliable, and we can't go wrong by following him!"

With these two people taking the lead, many young and middle-aged people in the village became active.

It is not spring planting season yet, and everyone is idle at home all day. Going to the town to do odd jobs is not only tiring, but the wages are pitifully low. You can't earn a tael of silver even if you work hard for a month, not to mention that you can get three meals a day, and it is close to home. Where can you find such a cost-effective job?

Everyone was very excited, except for one person who had a gloomy face and stood there silently. That person was Han Laosan. He thought that if he could catch Han Heming's handle this time, Han Heming would be skinned alive even if he didn't die.

Unexpectedly, the old village chief not only let it go, but also helped him recruit soldiers in the village. The old village chief was probably confused because of his old age. He rolled his eyes and left the crowd.

The old village chief stood in front of the crowd, his eyes slowly sweeping over everyone present, then he raised his hand and waved it gently a few times, then began to speak.

"Fellow villagers, if anyone among you is willing to participate in this, please go to Han Heming to register.

If you really don't want to, then don't force yourself. Go home and think it over carefully.

After all, this is no small matter; it concerns the future and destiny of every household, so everyone must treat it with caution and not be careless!"

As the old village chief finished speaking, the people who had gathered together began to slowly disperse.

Some people were whispering to each other; some people lowered their heads in thought, as if they were still weighing the pros and cons.

But the old village chief did not stop at all. He turned around and walked quickly towards Han Heming's house. After a while, he arrived at the gate of Han Heming's house.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, the old village chief shouted at the top of his voice: "Heming, I'm back! I've explained everything that happened in the village just now to everyone!"

As he spoke, he walked into the house in two steps. Without even taking a break to drink some water, he couldn't wait to tell Han Heming the details of what he had learned in the village from beginning to end.

Han Heming was filled with gratitude, his eyes slightly moist. He held the old village chief's hand tightly and said, "Grandpa Jiu, thank you for your hard work. Thanks to your help, this matter has a good start."

After that, as the days passed, the news spread by word of mouth in the village. Villagers joined the training team one after another with hope and anxiety. Han Heming's team grew stronger and stronger like the wheat seedlings growing wildly in the spring fields.