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

After washing the dishes, Han Heming harnessed the ox cart. Da Wa wanted to climb onto the cart because he was afraid that Han Heming was going to town and didn't want to take him with him.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

Song Yanzhi first carried the second child onto the ox cart, but saw that the eldest child could not climb onto the cart for a long time.

"You are a bad woman. I don't want you to hug me."

"You little brat, why didn't you say this when you were eating just now?"

Han Heming was furious. This kid was really something. He started cursing when he lost his dishes.

Da Wa felt a little embarrassed by what his father said. Thinking of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes he had just eaten, he raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yanzhi. He was afraid that Song Yanzhi would be angry and not cook for him.

"Come hold me."

Song Yanzhi smiled slightly, looked at the arrogant child, and patted him on the butt.

"Let your skin be."

Then they carried him onto the ox cart.

"Bad woman."

The nearest town to Hongya Village is called Hongshi Town, which is about twenty-five or twenty-six miles away, and it takes half an hour by ox cart to get there.

Hongshi Town is not very lively. The only people who can come to Hongshi Town are villagers from nearby villages. In June, when the weather is the hottest, there is no farm work to do, so women go to the streets in groups of three or four to buy needles and money.

When the ox cart arrived at Hongshi Town, it was already mid-morning. Song Yanzhi estimated that it was around eight or nine o'clock. They had to rush back at noon. Song Yanzhi and Han Heming, with their two children, did not hang around.

Han Heming drove the ox cart to the cloth shop. Song Yanzhi selected three colors of cotton and linen cloth: moon white, navy blue, and sky blue. She asked for the price and bought six feet of each.

Six feet of cloth can be used to make a summer dress for Han Heming, and there will be some left over to make a small piece of clothing for Erwa.

In his previous life, Song Yanzhi was a famous fashion designer at home and abroad. When he saw that the clothes of the Han family father and son were patched up, he wanted to make a set of clothes for each of the three of them.

There were ready-made bed curtains in the cloth shop, but they were not cheap. Song Yanzhi was reluctant to spend that money, so she chose a piece of light green cotton and linen cloth and prepared to make the bed curtains herself.

The owner of the cloth shop was good at business. Seeing that Song Yanzhi bought a lot of cloth, she gave her a lot of cloth scraps. Song Yanzhi also bought some money for needles before leaving the cloth shop.

The grain and oil shop was not far from the cloth shop, just two shops away. Song Yanzhi did not take the ox cart, but held the hands of her two children and went into the grain and oil shop.

When buying cloth at the cloth shop, Song Yanzhi didn't feel sorry. She bought so much cloth and only spent eighty cents. But when she entered the grain and oil shop, Song Yanzhi's heart began to bleed.

"Boss, how much is this refined rice?"

The refined rice in ancient times is the rice we have today. The rice production in ancient times was not high, and ordinary people in that era could not afford refined rice.

"Forty-five coins a pound."

The owner of the grain and oil store had a big belly and a fat waist, and he had a kind smile on his face.

"Where's the fine noodles?"

"Fifty cents a pound."

In this era, people used stone mills to grind wheat into white flour, which was time-consuming, labor-intensive, and expensive.

"What about brown rice and whole grains?"

"Brown rice and dark noodles are cheap, eight cents for brown rice and ten cents for dark noodles."

The price difference is obvious from this comparison. One pound of fine noodles can buy five pounds of black noodles. Ordinary people can't afford to eat it, and Song Yanzhi can't afford it either.

"It's hot this time, and grain will get infested with insects if left out for too long. So buy ten kilograms of rice and ten kilograms of fine flour. You can buy more after you finish eating."

While Song Yanzhi was still hesitating about how much food to buy, Han Heming walked in from outside.

He often went to the town to sell his game, and buying and selling things was easy.

"Ten pounds? Is that too much?"

Ten pounds of refined rice and fine flour each cost nine hundred and fifty coins, almost one tael of silver. Song Yanzhi felt distressed because she knew that farmers could only earn one or two taels of silver a year.

"Or you can just buy two kilograms each and feed them to the two children."

"Don't worry, we can afford it."

Can you afford it? It's unclear how long these 20 kilograms of food will last. Song Yanzhi feels that with the amount of food the three men of the Song family eat in the morning, they might not be able to bring enough for a month.

In this month, he spent what others earned in a year. How could Han Heming, a hunter, make so much money? He must be bragging.

Han Heming remained unmoved. He took out a piece of silver and handed it to the boss. The boss weighed it on a small scale and gave Han Heming six hundred and seventy-three copper coins in change.

“Where can I buy ewes?”

This is the issue that Song Yanzhi cares about most. She promised Han Heming to take care of his three children, so she will do her best to take good care of the children. The first task is to solve the food problem of the three children, so that she will not be worried when Han Heming goes into the mountains.

"Old Man Li in Fengtang Village has a lot of white goats. Shall we go take a look?"

Fengtang Village and Hongya Village are two neighboring villages. They have to pass through Fengtang Village when they go back. Han Heming often drives a ox cart to the town to sell prey.

Sometimes villagers would take his ox cart into town. As long as the cart could accommodate them, Han Heming would not refuse. Therefore, he knew many people in Shili Baxiang and knew a lot about the situations of each family.

Old man Li's son was serving in the military a few years ago and had not been heard from for a long time. His wife left behind several children and ran away. Old man Li was old and could not do farm work, so he raised more than a dozen sheep and supported his children by selling the sheep.

"Brother Han, uncle won't sell the ewes unless he eats them. If we sell the ewes, these lambs won't survive."

Old man Li has three ewes that have given birth to lambs recently. The ewe that gave birth most recently gave birth to two lambs, and the lambs were only five days old.

If Han Heming bought the ewe, the two lambs would have to drink milk from another ewe. The other lambs were already grown up, and he was afraid that the milk would not be enough for the two lambs, so he refused to buy the ewe.

"Little lambs, want little lambs, buy little lambs"

The second child sat on the ox cart, pointing at the two lambs that were feeding. The eldest child also looked at them eagerly but said nothing.

"I can't buy them. Your mother has to take care of you and your three brothers. She's too busy to buy two more lambs."

This is why Han Heming stood here and bargained with Old Man Li, just wanting the ewe.

He and Song Yanzhi were not a real couple, so he couldn't tire the little girl out. Even if they were a real couple, his three children were not his biological children, so he didn't want to tire her out and drive her away.

Song Yanzhi is still young. If she wants to leave his house, she must be at least seventeen years old. He will let her leave only when she is able to get married.

"Just buy it. It's okay. Big and Little will help me take care of the lamb, right?"

"right"

Erwa's smile reached his ears and he answered crisply that he was still young and not as awkward towards Song Yanzhi as his brother was.

Although Big Boy snorted coldly and turned his face away, he also laughed.

Seeing that the two children were happy, Han Heming bought the ewe and the lamb together.

At this time, the weather had become very hot, and the sun was scorching, making people's faces hurt. Song Yanzhi took out the large piece of cloth she had just bought for making bed curtains, held it above her head with her hands, and shielded herself and her two children from the sun.

As Han Heming drove the ox cart into the village, he saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen approaching with an anxious look on his face.