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

"If you dry this before eating, it won't be poisonous. You go pick some chestnuts. I'll pick some mushrooms first, dry them, and store them for winter."

"Don't pick these mushrooms randomly, many of them are poisonous."

Han Heming was worried, so he asked Song Yanzhi to pick poisonous mushrooms, which poisoned the whole family.

"I know that the mushrooms I picked are all familiar, edible, and won't cause any problems for people."

There were mushrooms all over the mountain but no one was picking them, so Song Yanzhi quickly filled a bamboo basket with them. She poured the whole basket of mushrooms into a burlap bag and didn't stop until the whole bag was filled.

Han Heming also picked up more than a sack of chestnuts. Song Yanzhi walked towards the chestnut tree, and suddenly there was a burst of joy in her eyes.

"Han Heming, come here. Do you think you can dig this thing out?"

Song Yanzhi pointed to a piece of lush green leaves, which were yam leaves.

"What do you want this mochi for? You can't eat this. It will numb your mouth. Wherever it touches, it will itch badly."

One year there was a famine and the villagers ran to this mountain. Someone discovered the mochi. At that time, people were so hungry that they didn't care whether the mochi was edible or not.

The person would stuff the food with mud and dirt into his mouth, and after eating it his mouth would become swollen like a pig's mouth. From then on, people would not want to eat this stuff even if they were hungry.

"This is edible and delicious. Can you help me dig it out?"

Han Heming looked at Song Yanzhi in confusion. Where did this woman come from? How could this woman say that things that he thought were inedible were edible?

"you sure?"

Song Yanzhi also looked at him with her innocent big eyes and nodded vigorously.

"I am sure."

Yam is really delicious. In her previous life, she loved eating yam, corn and pork ribs soup, but she has never seen yam since she came to this world.

She had once intentionally or unintentionally asked Su about yam, but Su said she had never even heard of it.

"Okay, I'll dig it for you."

Han Heming took out a small iron hoe from somewhere and helped Song Yanzhi dig.

With Han Heming's help, Song Yanzhi was not in a hurry. She walked around the yam field, wanting to see how big the mountain was. Then, her eyes lit up again.

Next to the yam bushes grow lush wild onions that are as high as the knees. In the ancient mountains and forests, food was really a treasure. As long as you were diligent, you would not starve to death even if the roots dried up.

This mountain was covered with dead branches and leaves. After years of sedimentation, it had long since turned into fertile black soil. The black soil had loose geology, and the yams were buried deep, so it was not difficult to dig them out. Soon Han Heming dug out several yams.

This yam has been growing for many years, and it is long and thick. One yam can be eaten for several meals. When Song Yanzhi picked a basket of yam, she was very happy to see that the yam grew so well.

"Han Heming, don't go hunting these days. Let's get some chestnuts and yam mushrooms back. They'll last us a long time to eat during the winter."

What Song Yanzhi wanted to say was that hunting was full of variables and could be very dangerous, but doing this would reduce the risk factor a lot.

When Han Heming saw Song Yanzhi's curved eyebrows, a smile also appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"it is good"

There is plenty of bacon at home, so he can get through the winter well even if he doesn't move. Song Yanzhi likes these things, and she can also change the taste of the children's food, so why not?

By the time they returned home, they had picked up two sacks of chestnuts, dug up two sacks of yams, a bag of mushrooms and a basket of wild onions.

Han Heming carried yams and chestnuts on his shoulders, and put wild onions and mushrooms in a basket on his back.

Song Yanzhi put Sanwa in the backpack, and took the eldest and second kids with her, and the family went down the mountain. Their family lived at the foot of the mountain, and no one in the village saw them bringing so many things down from the mountain.

When she got home, Song Yanzhi wanted to taste the yam in this world, so she told Han Heming.

"Go kill a chicken and stew it with yam for the children later, how about that? Big Boy, do you want some?"

"Stepmother, Daddy said yam makes your mouth numb."

Erwa frowned and said with a worried look on his face, "Daddy really spoils my stepmother too much. He knows that yam is hard to digest, but he still helped her dig two sacks of it."

"The yam I made doesn't numb your mouth. Do you believe me, Erwa?"

Song Yanzhi looked very confident. In fact, stewed pork ribs with yam was the most delicious. But last time her family killed a wild boar, they left two ribs. She made sweet and sour pork ribs for the children in the morning and ate them all.

Erwa frowned and looked at Song Yanzhi. The food cooked by his stepmother was very delicious, so he decided to trust her for the time being.

He nodded reluctantly.

"Second child, you take care of your younger brother, and first child, you go milk the goat for your younger brother, okay?"

It was already dark when they went down the mountain. Song Yanzhi wanted to go into the mountain to dig yam tomorrow morning. She planned to stock up more, so she couldn't wait to make yam stewed chicken, hoping to use it to conquer these men, big and small.

"it is good"

Everyone in the family took up a position and did their job. Song Yanzhi also went to the kitchen.

She planned to cook some millet porridge in the evening. She first added water to the pot, put the washed millet into the pot, and filled the stove with firewood.

She took out a basin, scooped out a ladle of cornmeal, and kneaded it into dough. When stewing the chicken later, she would put some corn cakes on it and eat it. If she couldn't finish it, she could take it to the mountain tomorrow.

She took another bamboo basket and poured some of the wild mushrooms she had picked today into it. She planned to pick the mushrooms and then braise another one in oil to eat later.

These men must be satisfied tonight so that they can continue to work for her tomorrow.

She sat by the stove and added firewood while picking wild mushrooms. When she finished picking the mushrooms and the porridge in the pot boiled, she opened the lid of the pot and prepared to wash the mushrooms. Then Da Wa and Han Heming walked into the kitchen.

"Stepmother, the goat's milk has been collected. What else can I do?"

Da Wa is a foodie. Knowing that Song Yanzhi wants to make delicious food, he works very hard.

"There's nothing for you to do now. Go take care of your brothers. Let your father take care of the rest."

"Okay, then I'll go see my brother."

The eldest son ran out after he finished speaking. His stepmother had just brought out some cakes for them to fill their stomachs, but he hadn't eaten any of them because he was busy squeezing goat milk. He wondered if the second son would eat them.

"Chop the chicken into pieces first. I'll heat up the goat milk. You can feed Sanwa first."

Song Yanzhi took out a small clay pot and boiled goat milk for Sanwa on the small stove.

After the goat milk was put into the pot, she took out a yam and peeled it. After the yam skin was peeled, the goat milk was boiled.

Han Heming walked out of the kitchen with goat milk, and Song Yanzhi went into the pan to fry chicken. Soon the yam and chicken stewed were ready. She called Han Heming to get the bowl and chopsticks, and quickly put the picked wild mushrooms into the pot.

When Song Yanzhi brought the braised mushrooms to the main room, the three men of the Han family all looked at her.

"Why? Don't you dare eat?"

Song Yanzhi smiled, put the wild mushrooms on the table, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of yam and a chopstick of wild mushrooms, and slowly tasted them.