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

"We can go hunting with the big guys, but I think it's going to snow a lot."

Han Heming had been hunting for years and had already learned to read the weather. He went into the mountains by himself, and when it snowed, he was confident he could come out. If he brought others with him, he was afraid some of them would act on their own and end up in dangerous places, which would be bad.

"When do you think the snow will start to fall heavily? I think it will be night time soon. How about I go and gather some people now? You can go up the mountain and hunt as much prey as you can.

If the villagers don't have food to eat, many of them will starve to death this winter."

Han Heming thought for a moment.

"Okay, then Grandpa Jiu, you go get someone. I'll pack up and we'll meet at the foot of East Mountain."

Since the villagers wanted to hunt, they naturally couldn't take them aimlessly looking for prey. They walked into the mountains from the east foot of the mountain for about two hours and came to a plain where wild buffaloes often appeared.

If they are lucky, they might be able to catch a few cows. If a family can get half a cow, it will allow everyone to survive for a few more days.

The village chief came to ask Han Heming to lead people into the mountains. Song Yanzhi didn't know what to say. With the young men in the village following them, Song Yanzhi felt much more relieved and didn't stop them.

The snow was falling heavier. Song Yanzhi sent Han Heming out of the house. Seeing Han Heming's back getting farther and farther away, he slowly closed the gate.

When I got home, my three children were playing on the kang. The third child was already three months old. He could roll over at three o'clock, sit up at six o'clock, and crawl at seven o'clock. A three-month-old child is not as obedient as a two-month-old child, and needs someone to watch over him at all times.

"Big Boy, Second Boy, you two take care of your brother while I go cover the sheep pen with some grass, okay?"

Their family originally bought a goat and brought a small goat cake to survive the snow. Later, as Sanwa grew up, the goat's milk was no longer enough for him to eat.

Han Heming bought two more ewes, which brought four lambs. He also caught three sheep, one male and two females, from the mountains. There were eleven sheep in his family, big and small.

Han Heming built a sheep pen specifically for them. Song Yanzhi was afraid that if the snow fell heavily and the temperature dropped further, the sheep would freeze to death.

In the autumn, he cut a lot of thatch and picked up a lot of rice straw, intending to cover the livestock pens at home with thatch and rice straw to keep them away from the cold.

"Stepmother, didn't Daddy say that we should kill all the sheep so we can have lamb chops hotpot?"

"Han Dawa, you and Erwa picked vegetable leaves to feed those sheep. Are you willing to kill and eat them all?"

"I'm willing to give it up. Aren't those sheep for us to eat when they grow up?"

When it comes to food, the eldest boy won't give in at all.

"Okay, then let's wait until your father comes back. If you don't want to see your brother?"

"Can I have some candy?"

"Go get it, one for you and your brother."

Song Yanzhi was busy all day. By four o'clock in the afternoon, the snowflakes in the sky had turned into heavy snow. As it was getting dark and Han Heming still hadn't returned, she couldn't help but worry.

"Big Boy, Second Boy, can you stay home with your brother? I'm going to the village to ask if the hunters have returned."

The three children are still young, and she is a little worried about leaving them alone at home.

Song Yanzhi was worried, but the eldest and second children were not afraid. The two children were greedily looking at the snacks on the table and did not even look at Song Yanzhi.

"Stepmother, you go."

Erwa picked up the beef jerky that Song Yanzhi made for them and started eating it, without forgetting to say something to Song Yanzhi.

"Okay, I'll go then. Big kid and Little kid, I'll lock the door from the outside. If you want to pee, pee in the potty."

"it is good"

It was already dark. Song Yanzhi picked up the lantern and walked towards the village, one step deep and one step shallow. The house she was going to was Han Ming's.

"Sister-in-law, are you home?"

Snowflakes fell on Song Yanzhi's head and face. The snowflakes on her face quickly melted into water when they encountered her body temperature. Song Yanzhi didn't dare to wipe them off, and her gloves and sleeves were covered with snowflakes.

If you wipe your face, the snowflakes will only rub against your face and turn into more and more snow water.

"Who?"

Su's little daughter was crying and she didn't hear clearly who it was.

"Sister-in-law, it's me, Yanzhi. I want to ask you if the hunters have returned yet?"

Su handed her little daughter to her son and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

"Come in and warm up."

Su opened the courtyard gate and wanted to welcome Song Yanzhi into the house. It was cold and her family had already lit the kang. She saw that Song Yanzhi's hair and face were covered with snow, so she wanted to let Song Yanzhi come into the house to warm up.

"Sister-in-law, I won't go in. The three children are still at home. I came here to ask if Brother Han Ming has returned home."

When Han Heming left, he told her that he would only go into the mountains for one day and come back at night. The snow was getting heavier and the sky was very dark. She was afraid that people who went up the mountain would be in danger.

"He hasn't come back yet. Are you worried about Heming? Don't worry, there are plenty of them."

"Okay, then sister-in-law, please go in. It's cold outside. I'll be home soon."

Song Yanzhi returned home carrying the lantern again.

She washed and dressed the three children, coaxed them to sleep, lit the oil lamp, and sat in the main room waiting for Han Heming to come home.

At about seven o'clock, there was a knock on the courtyard gate. Song Yanzhi hurriedly put on a thick cotton coat, picked up a lantern, and walked outside.

He saw Han Heming and several young men from the village standing at the gate of his house, carrying two cows.

A few young men placed the bison under the thatched shed in Han Heming's yard.

When Song Yanzhi saw Han Heming and a group of people coming back, her worries finally subsided. She smiled and said to the young men.

"You're finally back. You must be freezing. Come inside and have a cup of hot tea."

"Sister-in-law, no, our family is waiting for us to go back for dinner."

The person who spoke was Shuanzi. Ever since he was surrounded by a group of wild boars last time and Han Heming brought him out of the group, he has been following Han Heming's orders.

"That's fine. It's cold today, so I won't say anything. You all should go back early and come to my house for beef hotpot tomorrow at noon."

"Hey, sister-in-law, brother Han, let's go back."

After the young men left, Song Yanzhi looked at Han Heming.

"Everyone is alright, nothing happened."

The village chief asked Han Heming to take the young and middle-aged men in the village to hunt in the mountains. If anything happened, it would be Han Heming's responsibility.

"It's still safe."

Thinking about what happened on the mountain today, his face became a little embarrassed. His closest relative didn't want him to live. Did he hate him so much?

"What's wrong? Why do you look unhappy?"

"Let's talk later. Is there anything to eat at home?"

He hadn't had a single drop of water or food since he entered the mountains, and now he was cold, thirsty and hungry.

"Yes, I made dumplings and dumpling soup tonight. They're still hot in the pot. Come inside first. I'll get you some hot water to wash up before you eat."

Han Heming was covered in mud and couldn't eat without washing.

"You go inside first. It's cold outside. I can do it myself."