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

"Growing vegetables requires light. Without light, vegetables won't grow. If you open too many windows in a room, the room won't be warm. If you open too few, no light will get in, and the vegetables won't grow.

Didn't you see I always put the vegetables by the door? It's so they can see the light when we open and close the door.

We can grow some for our own consumption, but I'm afraid we won't be able to sell it."

The houses in ancient times were not as bright and clean as modern houses. Every house had large windows, and the rooms were bright.

In order to keep the room warm in winter, the windows of the rooms here are all small windows made of wood on the earthen wall. In winter, in order to keep the house warm, the windows are tightly closed. There is no light in the room and it is pitch black.

Song Yanzhi put a lot of thought into making the vegetables grow in such an environment.

"As long as there is light and it can keep warm, is that enough?"

Han Heming looked at Song Yanzhi with hope. He thought it would be a very difficult thing.

"It's difficult to solve the problem of letting light in and keeping warmth. If you can solve this problem, then building a greenhouse to grow vegetables will be no problem."

Song Yanzhi said affirmatively.

"This is easy to solve. Just use Ming tiles to build the house. Although the cost is higher, it's not a big deal."

"Mingwa? What is that?"

Did Song Yanzhi find something called "Mingwa" in her memory and her original body's memory?

"It's a kind of white tile made of clam shells. When you put it on a room, it keeps the room warm and lets in light, making the room bright."

Is there such a good thing?

Song Yanzhi felt that this Mingwa was in her blind spot.

"Then why is it useless for your house? And I haven't seen anyone in the village using Ming tiles."

If she doesn't know about such a good thing, the original owner should know about it.

"Ming tiles are more expensive than ordinary tiles, and most people can't afford them. We're in business, so as long as we can make money, there's no harm in using them."

So that's how it is. If that's true, this business can really be done. In the autumn, Han Heming bought twenty acres of land which is still empty.

There are three acres of land right near their home. If a greenhouse can be built there, she will no longer have to worry about growing vegetables in winter.

"It's too cold to build a greenhouse now. Next year, when the thaw comes, take me to see this Mingwa."

"it is good."

At the dinner table, Ajiu ate the dumplings in the bowl anxiously.

"Ajiu, don't you like chicken? The chicken my mother cooks is delicious."

Da Wa liked the chestnut roast chicken made by Song Yanzhi. He ate piece after piece, but he saw that the new child in the house didn't pick up any food to eat.

"Ajiu is older than you, so you should call him brother. He will be embarrassed to pick up food, so you pick it up for him."

"It's okay, Big Baby can call me whatever he wants."

Ajiu knew that he and his brother would have no home in the future and would have to live under someone else's roof.

When he was in school, he heard his teacher say that farmers' families were mostly poor and they treasured every bite of meat and every grain of rice.

The meal tonight was very sumptuous. Perhaps it was bought with the money that his uncle and aunt had spent a whole year on. Looking at the looks of the eldest and second sons, he knew he was right.

He should eat less so that the people in the family who only eat meat a few times a year can eat more.

"Ajiu, this chicken leg is for you. Let me tell you, the chicken my mom cooks is delicious. I guarantee that after you eat it once, you'll want to eat it again."

Tonight, there were two more children, so Song Yanzhi stewed two chickens. The two chickens had four large chicken legs, and each of the four children ate one, without any bias.

"How is it?"

After Ajiu and Tuantuan escaped from the palace, the two children went hungry in order to escape.

Song Yanzhi’s cooking was delicious. Jiu, who originally wanted to eat less, was tempted by Da Wa’s big chicken drumstick.

"Xiang, Auntie...her cooking is so delicious."

Ajiu wanted to say that his aunt's cooking was really delicious, but then he remembered that Song Yanzhi asked him to call her mother. He already had a biological mother, and he really couldn't call Song Yanzhi, a woman he had just met, so he just gave a vague compliment.

Song Yanzhi didn't care and picked up a piece of chicken for each of the children.

"If you like it, eat more. I stewed two chickens tonight, so you must eat them all. I'll give you braised duck tomorrow."

"Aunt, you don't have to do this. My brother and I can eat whatever you eat on a daily basis."

Uncle Han's family doesn't seem to be very rich, so they should just live frugally.

"Ajiu, this is our daily raw food. Don't worry about eating it. The last thing we lack in our family is meat.

Do you see that snow pile outside? There are dozens of chickens, ducks, and geese in there. If we don’t eat them all during the winter, the meat will go bad when the snow melts next year.”

Ajiu looked at Song Yanzhi, wanting to know from her whether what Da Wa said was true.

"Big Boy is right. Your father is a hunter. The last thing our family lacks is meat."

After hearing what Song Yanzhi said, Ajiu, who had been eating slowly just now, ate significantly faster and took the initiative to pick up the food with his chopsticks.

Seeing that their new older brother and younger brother ate quickly and happily, the eldest and second child were not willing to be outdone. The four children quickly cleared all the food on the table.

Han Heming looked at the empty table with children and signaled to Song Yanzhi with his eyes.

"How come the food goes down so quickly with two more kids?"

Song Yanzhi didn't answer him, but just smiled at Da Wa.

"Are you full? If not, should I make some more?"

Song Yanzhi asked Da Wa a question with an ambiguous tone.

"I'm full, I'm full, Mom, my stomach is so full."

The four children slumped in their chairs, each rubbing their stomachs.

Han Heming now understood what was going on. One pig was picking and choosing the food to eat, two pigs were fighting over the food, and three pigs were competing to eat.

They have four greedy little kids at home now, won’t they be competing with each other for food?

"Silly fellow, go lie down on the kang and help digest your food."

When it was time to go to bed at night, the four children were still too full to sleep, so Han Heming rubbed the stomach of each of them.

"Are you still eating like this tomorrow?"

Ajiu and Tuantuan had only been in their house for one day. Han Heming didn't want to scold the children for eating, but when Han Heming saw the four children lying on the bed, rubbing their stomachs and crying that they were full, he felt angry and amused.

"I won't eat like this tomorrow, Daddy, rub it, rub it again."

Da Wa took his father's hand and placed it on his belly.

That round little belly looked like a ripe watermelon. Han Heming really wanted to knock it to see if it was ripe.

He held one child in each hand and kept busy until late at night, when all four children finally fell asleep.

Snowflakes were falling outside the house, with no sign of stopping. Father and Mother Song were sitting on the kang.

"His father, what should we do if Yanzhi doesn't want to come back? Our Tianbao is now the third place in the imperial examination. The princess of Prince Fu's family has taken a fancy to him and wants to recruit him as a county lord.

We can’t let Rouge bring disgrace to our Tianbao.”