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

The man has been busy outside all day. Even though they are not a real couple, he is busy outside and has to prepare his own food when he gets home.

"Then go wash up first. There's hot water on the small stove in the main room. I'll go to the main stove and bring over the buns and dumpling soup."

When winter came and it was time to heat the kang, Song Yanzhi no longer cooked in the kitchen, but in the boiler behind the main room.

Behind the main room, there are two large stoves connected to the kangs in the east and west rooms. As long as you cook, the house will be warm.

In the main room, Song Yanzhi placed a small stove to make tea and heat goat milk for Sanwa, which was very convenient.

Han Heming washed his hands and face under the eaves before entering the house. Song Yanzhi had already set the table in the house.

She made steamed pork and dried bean buns, and the dumpling soup with cabbage, eggs, dried shrimps and bean curd was very delicious. She also served it with a portion of pickled cucumber strips and pickled chilies.

Han Heming finished a big bun in three or four bites, and only then did he feel better in his stomach.

"Are the children asleep?"

He had been back for so long, but he hadn't heard any sound from the children.

"All asleep."

Han Heming nodded and ate in silence.

He ate five big buns in a row before he felt full.

"I was in the mountains today and almost couldn't come back."

He picked up a bun, took a bite, and then slowly spoke.

"what happened?"

When Han Heming came back just now, his face looked unhappy. Song Yanzhi guessed that something must have happened, but Han Heming was unwilling to say it at that time, so she did not continue to ask.

"Han Lao Er almost pushed me off a cliff today."

When Han Heming arrived at the foot of East Mountain, the village chief's son had already brought people and was waiting for him at the foot of East Mountain, including Han Laoer.

The last time, all the villagers went into the mountains to hunt. Han Duotian thought that his family was a family of scholars, so he did not allow Han Laoer to go with them to hunt.

Later, the villagers hunted a wild boar and each family received a few pounds of wild boar meat, except his family.

I eat wild vegetable porridge every day and it makes me look unrecognizable.

This time, the village chief said he wanted to go into the mountains to hunt. He didn't even mention that his family was a scholar. Even the most principled scholar would be afraid of starving to death, so he immediately asked Han Laoer to follow him.

Han Laoer hated Han Heming. Han Heming was good at hunting and had a good life all day long, but he didn't care about his parents and was not close to his younger brother. It was better to have no brother like him.

At that time, Han Heming led everyone to find a herd of bison. He was exploring the way ahead and when they reached the edge of a cliff, Han Laoer became murderous and reached out to Han Heming's back and pushed him down the mountain.

Fortunately, Han Heming reacted quickly. At the moment he was about to fall, he grabbed a tree on the cliff and was fortunately rescued by the villagers.

Han Laoer was immediately escorted back to the village by the village chief's son and two young men from the village.

"How could they do this to you?"

Song Yanzhi, an outsider, was so angry that she clenched her fists. There really are people in this world who are as cruel to their relatives as jackals.

"We can't let him go. Report him to the police and have him thrown in jail."

Song Yanzhi's cheeks turned red with anger.

Han Heming's originally depressed mood suddenly relaxed at this moment. Why should he be sad and upset about the methods used by people he didn't care about?

"It's impossible to go to jail. The village chief won't allow such a reputation to spread among the villagers. But he will definitely give me an explanation."

"How will he explain to you? Give Han Lao Er twenty lashes? We can't rely entirely on the village chief."

The village chief is Han Heming’s ninth grandfather, isn’t he Han Laoer’s?

Han Heming and Han Laoer are both members of the Han family. Even if the village chief thinks that Han Laoer is a bad guy, he will only give him a few beatings and scold him.

After a few months, Han Laoer will be full of energy again and will definitely hate Han Heming even more.

"I know what's going on, don't worry."

Han Heming was heartbroken that Han Laoer treated him like this, but he had never been a kind person. Even if others wanted to kill him, he still cared about others.

This is a matter between the Han brothers, and Song Yanzhi is not Han Heming's real wife, so it is not easy to say much.

"Then you eat. I'm going to sleep. Put the dishes in the wooden basin after you finish eating. I'll wash them when I wake up tomorrow morning."

The snow fell heavier at night. When Song Yanzhi opened the door, the outside was covered in silver. The snow was already up to people's calves. Han Heming was shoveling snow in the yard.

"Woke up?"

Han Heming heard the door open and looked up. There were already quite a few snowflakes on his eyebrows.

"It's still snowing, what are you shoveling?"

Song Yanzhi looked up at the sky. Snowflakes were falling like white velvet flowers, with no sign of stopping.

A thin layer of snow soon appeared on the place where Han Heming had just shoveled the snow.

"I'll shovel some clean snow and freeze the beef."

They caught thirteen big bison yesterday, and the village chief wanted to give half of them to everyone. He knew that if he really took half of the bison, it would probably arouse dissatisfaction among the villagers of Hongya Village.

"Grandpa Jiu, I didn't do much. We all caught the buffalo together, so I can just divide the meat like everyone else."

He spoke reasonably, making the villagers nod in satisfaction. Everyone had contributed, but they would not agree if only half of the bison was given to Han Heming.

"That won't do. You were the one who led us to the stronghold of the bison herd. It didn't take us any effort to find the stronghold and kill so many bison.

Your contribution is greater than anyone else's. Without you, it would be a feat for a group of young men like this to be able to bring back a buffalo."

The person who was speaking was the village chief's son. He had gone hunting today and had followed Han Heming up the mountain.

When they caught bison, they relied entirely on Han Heming's command. Everyone knew that bison were not easy to catch. If they caught one bison, other bison would attack in groups.

Without Han Heming, even if they saw a herd of bison, they would have no choice but to let them go.

"That's right, that's right. Brother Han contributed the most, so he should get more bison."

The person who spoke was a young man who went up the mountain today. If it weren't for Brother Han, he would have been trampled under the hooves of the wild buffalo.

Everyone who went up the mountain together wanted Han Heming to get more bison, but no matter what they said, Han Heming refused.

In the end, it was the village chief who made the final decision to give the two largest bison to Han Heming's family and asked the young men in the village to return them to Han Heming.

Han Heming knew that he could no longer refuse this time. He thanked the village chief and villagers, and took the young men to carry the two bison back.

"Have you dealt with all the bison?"

She thought that after a tiring day yesterday, Han Heming would deal with two more bison today.

"Everything is ready. I've put the offal and some beef in the kitchen. How do you want to eat it?"

He remembered Song Yanzhi saying that animal offal is the easiest to spoil and should be eaten first.

"Okay, I'll go take a look."