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

"The child can be raised, but what do you want?

Hongya Village is where you grew up, and the people here know you very well. The sudden appearance of two children in your family will definitely require some explanation.

The older boy looks older than the eldest child, so he must have gone to school. There is no teacher in our Hongya Village, so we have to go to the neighboring village to study. It is even more difficult to hide the fact that we have two more children.

And your grandmother, there must be someone close to your uncle who heard something about what happened back then. If those people were to track you down, it would be troublesome."

"I've thought about all this. I'll just say they're my children. As for their identities, didn't Da Wa tell me? They're my concubines' children, so there's no need to hide their identities.

When my uncle found my mother, it was an unexpected meeting, so not many people knew about it. Don't worry, they always thought my mother was dead and they wouldn't find out about us."

"Han Heming, aren't you afraid that I will tell others about your affairs?"

Song Yanzhi didn't expect that Han Heming would tell her about the children so vividly.

"You wouldn't. You wouldn't bother using such means."

Song Yanzhi raised her eyebrows. She had only been with this man for a few months, but this man knew her so well.

"Where will the children sleep? There's no kang in the house."

There are only two kangs in the Han family, one in Han Heming's room and the other in Song Yanzhi's room. The kang in Song Yanzhi's room was newly built for her by Han Heming in autumn.

"Let the children squeeze onto my kang first. I'll make them a bed next spring."

"Okay, then go get the kids out."

Knowing the origins of the two children, Song Yanzhi had an idea in her mind.

"Big boy, second boy, bring your older brother and younger brother out. Your mother and I have something to say to you."

Han Heming stood in the main room and shouted. Several children were playing happily in the room. When Han Heming called Da Wa, Da Wa became unhappy.

"What are you doing, Dad?"

"Name your older and younger brothers."

The eldest and second child ran out first, followed by the two new children.

"I heard from your Uncle Han that you were born in February. How about calling you Chunsen? Your nickname is Ajiu."

Song Yanzhi pulled the older boy and spoke softly.

"Okay, thank you, aunt."

In the boy’s mind, it doesn’t matter what name the Han family gives him, he will remember his original name.

"You can't call me aunt. From now on, you have to call me mother and him father. You and your brother are our children. No matter who asks you, you must insist that they are our children."

Harumori nodded.

"My dear, you were born in winter, so how about calling yourself Xueting?"

Snow Pavilion, the snow has stopped, when the snow stops, spring is not far away.

"My nickname is Tuan Tuan."

The little guy is chubby and cute after eating so much.

"Okay, thank you, mother."

The four-year-old child with big round eyes looked at Song Yanzhi timidly, which made Song Yanzhi feel very soft-hearted. These two children also had a tragic fate. I hope they can live a peaceful life here.

"Big Boy, Second Boy, come here. From now on, Jiu and Tuan Tuan are our children. They are your brothers. You must be friendly and don't let anyone bully them, okay?"

Song Yanzhi took the eldest and second child over and told them that they were not living a peaceful life in this village, and she didn't know what kind of trouble the arrival of the two children would cause in Hongya Village.

Fortunately, it was winter, with strong winds and heavy snow, and no one from the village came to visit their home, so they didn't have to face the turmoil caused by the two children for the time being.

Han Heming returned from a long journey, and there was a new member in the family. Han Heming bought a lot of New Year's goods when he came back.

Song Yanzhi picked and chose, took out two pieces of lotus root and a pork chop, picked some pork, beef and chicken, and walked towards the kitchen.

"What delicious food do you want for dinner?"

When winter comes, most people in Hongya Village do not eat dinner at home. Song Yanzhi is a modern person and is used to eating dinner. She has several children at home, so they do not skip meals for three meals a day.

Han Heming saw Song Yanzhi holding the ingredients and sat down by the stove, ready to light the fire.

"Let's make dumplings. The two kids are from Beijing, and they should like noodles. Let's stew a chicken and make lotus root and pork rib soup."

For the sake of her children, Song Yanzhi prepared dumplings with three fillings: sauerkraut pork, celery beef, and leek and egg.

Every time she could eat celery and leeks, Song Yanzhi would sigh at her own cleverness.

When the weather got colder in autumn, Song Yanzhi was afraid that the children would get tired of eating only radishes and cabbages in winter, so she asked Han Heming to make a few wooden boxes for her.

She filled the wooden boxes with soil, put them in the house, and planted celery and leek roots in the boxes. She also sprinkled rapeseed in some of the boxes so that she could eat fresh vegetables.

"Go and cut some celery and leeks."

Song Yanzhi said to Han Heming who was sitting by the stove.

"Are your celery and leeks ready to eat?"

Han Heming was surprised. When Song Yanzhi asked him to make a wooden box for her, he understood what Song Yanzhi was going to do.

Later, when he saw Song Yanzhi adding soil and planting vegetables, he couldn't help but sigh at this woman's clever mind.

When he left, Song Yanzhi's potted vegetables had just been planted and had not been eaten yet.

"It's ready to eat. We've eaten it several times. Come on, I'll make you some leek and egg dumplings and celery and beef dumplings later."

Han Heming did not move.

"what happened?"

Song Yanzhi was kneading dough. After a while, she saw that Han Heming didn't move. She couldn't help but glance at Han Heming and saw that Han Heming was sitting by the stove in a daze.

"What do you think? If we grow vegetables in the winter and sell them to restaurants and wealthy families, wouldn't we make a lot of money?"

Every winter, when the snow is thick in the mountains, he usually does not go into the mountains to hunt. In the spring, when the fish lay eggs and hatch, he also does not go into the mountains. In this way, he is idle for more than half a year.

If he could grow large areas of these out-of-season vegetables, he would have something to do.

Now that he has five children to support at home, he has to find a way to earn more money.

"It's true that I can make money, but I'm afraid this is not going to be easy."

To grow off-season vegetables, you need to build a greenhouse. The greenhouse not only needs to be warm, but also have to be light-permeable, as plants need photosynthesis to grow.

In this era without plastic, if you want to grow vegetables, you can only build a greenhouse. Building a greenhouse is also a complicated matter. You have to consider insulation and light transmission, so you can only use glass.

She had never heard of glass in this era. The era she traveled to was an imaginary era, so whether there was glass or not was another matter.

Even if glass is available, it is not widely available to ordinary people, which shows how expensive it is.

"how do I say this?"