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

Song Yanzhi and Su had settled the matter. When they came out of Su's house, the sun had already set, and the warm sunlight covered the village with a layer of golden gauze.

The breeze was blowing gently, carrying the scent of freshly turned soil in the fields and the fragrance of unknown small flowers. Song Yanzhi felt particularly happy, her steps were so light that she seemed to be flying. She was thinking about the follow-up arrangements and unknowingly walked to the village entrance.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of her and blocked her way.

Song Yanzhi was startled and looked up quickly, only to see a middle-aged man standing in front of her. He was of strong build and wore a washed-out coarse cloth shirt. His trouser legs were rolled up high, revealing the firm muscles on his calves. His skin had been stained bronze by years of sun and rain. He had a simple and honest smile on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed his simplicity.

Song Yanzhi quickly searched her memory, and after a while, she vaguely remembered that the man's surname was Yang, and he had several brothers in his family, and he was the eldest.

She unconsciously took a small step back, her hands quietly clenched the corners of her clothes, and a hint of vigilance appeared in her eyes: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?" There was a hint of defense in her voice.

The Yang family man noticed Song Yanzhi's distance and became increasingly uneasy. He rubbed the corner of his clothes with his rough hands and stammered, "Madam Han, you're finally back! I... I've been waiting for you here for a long time. I just wanted to ask... I wanted to ask when you would come to our house to get some food?"

"Take food? What food?" Song Yanzhi frowned slightly, and a look of confusion instantly flooded her face. She really couldn't remember such a thing.

When the Yang family man saw her reaction like this, his heart skipped a beat, fearing that his wife would think he was trying to blackmail her, so he hurriedly explained, speaking as fast as beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

"Madam, please don't be anxious. Let me explain slowly. A few years ago, your master bought 18 acres of fertile land in our village. At that time, it was agreed that the land would be rented to our family for cultivation, and the harvest would be divided proportionally.

Since then, you two have not lived in the village, and we have no way to contact you.

But we farmers are the most trustworthy. We didn't dare touch a single grain of the food we were supposed to give you. We hid it all carefully in the cellar.

Year after year, there is quite a lot of food stored in the cellar."

He raised his head, his eyes sincere yet cautious. "I noticed that Master and Madam have been home for quite a while now, but they haven't come to ask about the food. When I saw you enter the village just now, my heart was in my throat. I hurried to the village entrance to wait for you, wanting to ask about the situation."

After he reminded her, it was as if a string in Song Yanzhi's mind was gently plucked, and some vague memories gradually became clear.

Han Heming did buy land in Hongya Village, and he was planning it enthusiastically at the time. He planned to use part of the land to grow vegetables for daily consumption and rent out the other part.

Han Heming seemed to have casually mentioned the matter of tenants to her, but at that time she was busy with various trivial matters and did not take it to heart at all, let alone remember which family the land was rented to.

Unexpectedly, it was the honest eldest brother of the Yang family in front of me.

Song Yanzhi felt a surge of warmth in her heart, her tense nerves completely relaxed, and a gentle and kind smile blossomed on her face. "So it's Brother Yang! Look at my memory! I'm really sorry for bothering you. How about this, I'll send someone to your house to get the grain tomorrow. We can't let this grain stay in the cellar any longer."

When the Yang family man heard this, his furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and he grinned naively, revealing a row of big white teeth that were a little yellowed by smoke.

"Alright, ma'am! I'll go back and sort out the food, and make sure your people can take it away safely."

After saying that, he nodded heavily at Song Yanzhi, turned around and walked away with big strides.

He walked briskly and hummed a tuneless little tune along the way, full of the relief of having accomplished a big thing.

Looking at the receding figure of the Yang family man, Song Yanzhi stood there, feeling full of emotion.

In this world, people's hearts are complex and changeable. It is rare to find people like the Yang family who keep their promises and value their integrity.

After returning home, Song Yanzhi walked straight to the room where Han Heming usually held meetings. Before entering the door, she shouted, "Heming, guess what good thing just happened to me?" After entering the house, she told him everything about the Yang family in detail.

After hearing this, Han Heming's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but slap his thigh in admiration: "The Yang family is truly down-to-earth and honest people! These days, people are fickle, and it's hard to find people who keep their promises. We can't treat them unfairly."

Song Yanzhi nodded in agreement, "Of course. I see that Boss Yang is not young anymore, I wonder if he's married yet?"

How is his wife's ability to manage the housework and cook? Now that we have so many new recruits in the family, there are more and more things to do, such as eating, drinking, defecating, and washing. The Yang family is so practical. If we let them come to work as helpers, it will not only help our family but also provide them with some extra income. What do you think?"

As she spoke, she walked to the window and tapped lightly on the frame with her fingers. The scene of the Yang family busy at work appeared in her mind.

In her opinion, the Yang family was a tenant household with many brothers. Relying on just a few acres of thin land, their life must be very tight. Being able to come to the Han family to find a job could improve their lives to some extent.

Han Heming stood up, paced around the room with his hands behind his back, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "That's a good idea. However, we have to be thorough and ask the Yang family's opinion first. If you force something, it won't be sweet. Don't make them feel embarrassed and uncomfortable."

Song Yanzhi turned around and looked at Han Heming with a smile. "That's for sure. I'll go back and ask after we get the food. The Yang family is so honest. You should give them more opportunities in the future. If there's suitable work, help them out a little so that their lives can get better and better. Don't treat those who are kind to us unfairly."

"Of course. We should repay a drop of kindness with a spring of water. We can't disappoint good people." Han Heming responded.

The next day, before daybreak, Han Heming picked a few strong and honest young men, hitched a few carts, and went to Yang's house to transport food.

Along the way, the wheels creaked and the young men chatted and laughed, their topics all revolving around the Yang family's trustworthiness. At noon, the cart, loaded with grain, slowly pulled into the Han family compound. After the grain was successfully brought back, Song Yanzhi packed up a few bags of snacks and headed towards the Yang family's house.

The eldest son of the Yang family was repairing farm tools in the yard. When he saw Song Yanzhi coming, he hurriedly dropped his work, wiped his hands on his clothes, and trotted over to greet her: "Madam, why are you here? Come in and sit down!"

He let Song Yanzhi into the house, and then hurriedly went to serve tea, muttering, "Look at me, there's nothing good to offer you."