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

After dinner, Song Yanzhi didn't care about the dishes or the children. She poured the hot water in the pot that had just been cooking into the washbasin, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.

In early August, the temperature here at night was more than ten degrees lower than during the day.

Song Yanzhi had already changed the bedding on the bed. She covered herself with the warm and soft quilt, moaned comfortably, and fell asleep on her side.

In the middle of the night, Song Yanzhi was sleeping in a daze, not knowing whether it was windy or not. She seemed to hear the window opening. Han Heming was at home, so she didn't think much about it. She turned over and fell asleep again.

Half asleep and half awake, she only felt someone pressing on her.

"Who?"

She shuddered awake, took out a small knife hidden under the quilt in the bed, and put it to the neck of the person who came.

If the person on top of her moves even a little more, she will ensure that he will never come back.

"it's me."

In the dark night, Han Heming's voice rang out.

"What are you here for?"

Song Yanzhi did not put away the knife in her hand, and asked in a cold voice, "This man wouldn't think that he took advantage of her last night and wants to take advantage of her again tonight, right?"

dream.

"Put the knife away first."

Han Heming had already felt a cold object against his neck. Judging from the various weapons he had played with over the years, it must be a knife.

"First, tell me, what are you doing in my room?"

Song Yanzhi's voice was cold in the dark night, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I just wanted to see if you've taken your medicine."

Han Heming's voice was a little hoarse, and somewhat alluring in the dark night.

Song Yanzhi blushed. This man really wanted to take advantage of her.

"go down"

She held the knife a little further away and growled at Han Heming.

"No less"

Han Heming took advantage of the opportunity when Song Yanzhi put the knife away and found Song Yanzhi's wrist. Song Yanzhi didn't know what he did, but she felt her hand go numb and the knife was no longer in her hand.

She immediately refused to take it anymore and used her hands and feet to punch and kick the man who was holding her hands.

"Han Heming, you bastard, get out of here now and don't try to bully me again."

"Be good, don't move. Let me take a look, okay? I drank too much last night and I'm afraid I've hurt you badly."

He held down Song Yanzhi's hands and feet. Song Yanzhi couldn't move at all. She could only curse with her mouth.

"Han Heming, you are a robber, a hooligan, and a scoundrel."

In short, she cursed at whatever words were unpleasant to her. She was really angry.

"Woo...Woo..."

As she was cursing, her mouth was blocked.

When Han Heming came to search Song Yanzhi's room tonight, he just wanted to take advantage of Song Yanzhi's sleep to see how badly she was injured. He was afraid that Song Yanzhi would be too shy to let him check when she was awake.

He was not a young man who had never slept with a woman. Song Yanzhi had been in pain all day today, and he knew that he might have hurt her last night. He had no intention of touching Song Yanzhi again tonight.

But the woman under him was like a little hot pepper, punching and kicking him. The moving of her little body made his lower abdomen feel hot. When he heard the little hot pepper scolding him, he blocked his lips without thinking.

The tips of their tongues intertwined, and the little girl under him, at first stiffly resisted, but slowly, with deep breathing, she responded to him.

"I hurt~"

While panting, the little girl's soft and gentle voice came, which softened Han Heming's heart.

"Let me take a look, please?"

His voice was so gentle that water could drip out of it.

"it is good"

Song Yanzhi buried her head in the quilt and felt a chill under her body. He was applying medicine to her.

Han Heming stayed at home for another three days and then went into the mountains. This time he went into the mountains to prepare for winter.

It can be cold here from the end of September to April of the following year, so he has to ensure that the family has meat during these months.

Han Heming went into the mountains to hunt and was busy with the family's livelihood. Song Yanzhi was also busy. She dried the vegetables in the vegetable garden as much as possible, pickled them as much as possible, and stored them in the cellar as much as possible.

At night, she opened the box and found ten silver notes worth one hundred taels, eight silver ingots worth ten taels, and some small change and copper coins.

This small box was given to her by Han Heming before he entered the mountain. It contained a total of 1,126 taels of silver and 7,824 copper coins.

When Song Yanzhi received the box and saw the silver inside, she was a little scared.

"How do you have so much silver?"

she blurted out.

Han Heming smiled.

"These are all the savings I've made over the years. Now that you're the mistress of our family, I'll let you manage this money."

"A hunter can save so much silver."

You know, Han Heming has already taken out one hundred taels of silver to buy twenty acres of land for his family, and she knew how extravagant Han Heming was during the days she came to the Han family.

"I saved this money from several big purchases a few years ago. Take this and buy whatever we need for the winter.

The food is heavy and it’s a waste of effort for you to carry it. Just wait until I come back and buy some.”

"I still have some silver here."

"You don't have enough silver, so keep it."

To survive the winter, we need to prepare many things, such as cotton cloth, and make clothes and shoes for children.

It would be even better if I could buy leather and make leather cotton-padded clothes for my family.

There were also quilts at home. She had seen homes with kangs and was afraid that in winter, it would be too cold and a thick quilt would not be enough.

It’s also important to prepare a lot of dried fruits, candies, and other snacks for children to eat during the winter.

Not to mention food and some miscellaneous small items, all of which need to be prepared.

To prepare New Year's goods, one has to go to the town. Since the last time she went to the town to watch the temple fair and encountered human traffickers, Song Yanzhi has not taken her children to the town again.

She herself had been to the town twice, both times to deliver patchwork bags to the owner of the cloth shop. The patchwork bags she made were very beautiful and became popular among the young girls and wives in Red Stone Town.

Many people who can do needlework saw the patchwork bags made by Song Yanzhi and wanted to imitate them, but they couldn't imitate them well.

The patchwork bag made by Song Yanzhi is stiff and stylish, with a sense of spirituality. At first glance, it looks very beautiful.

The patchwork bags they made themselves were soft and saggy, like two pieces of cloth put together.

Song Yanzhi had thought of this a long time ago. When she was making the bag, she used a special needlework and added an extra thread in the patchwork pattern. This hidden thread was hidden in the stitching. As long as the outer thread was removed, this hidden thread would also be removed.

She hadn't been to town for many days and had made a few bags that she needed to take to the cloth shop to sell.

In addition, she had to make cotton-padded clothes. There were five people in total, including her and the Han family father and son. Each set of cotton-padded clothes would take a long time to make. Not to mention that one set was not enough to wear. She needed to go to the town to make it.

"Big Boy, Second Boy, can I send you and your brother to Aunt Su's house to play for half a day tomorrow?"