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

After breakfast, Han Heming fed the children and asked the older children to take care of the third child. He killed ducks and geese himself. It was the New Year, so there had to be all kinds of meat dishes.

"Uncle Han, if we kill the geese and ducks, they won't lay eggs. Don't we still have plenty of meat at home?"

When Han Heming took the frozen meat out of the snow pile yesterday, Ajiu saw that there was still a lot of meat frozen in the snow pile.

"There's no duck or goose meat in there. It's Chinese New Year, so we need some meat of all kinds to celebrate."

Jiu had some doubts. Uncle Han's family was also a farming family, but they were different from the farming family of his master and his family. The farming family that his master described was hardworking and frugal, and even lived a hard life.

This is not the case with Uncle Han's family. Although Uncle Han and Aunt Han are both hardworking people, they are not frugal. Or maybe it's not that they are not frugal, but they are different from the farmers' family that the gentleman mentioned. There is meat for every meal in his family.

Aunt Song would also make various snacks for them from time to time. There were many snacks that he had never seen before and they were very delicious.

There was also the scented soap and facial oil used at home. He saw that the texture was even finer than the ones his mother bought from Baihualou.

Tuantuan pulled his brother over and talked to Ajiu.

"Brother, is Uncle Han's family very rich?"

Tuantuan had only been in the Han family for a dozen days, and his already round face had gained a lot more flesh.

"Why do you think so?"

Ajiu didn't know how his brother knew that.

"The food at his house is better than ours."

What his younger brother said made sense. Maybe Uncle Han was not an ordinary farmer. Jiu felt relieved after hearing what his younger brother said.

However, the goose stewed with sauerkraut that Da Wa was looking forward to was not served for lunch.

It was already mid-morning when Han Heming finished packing the ducks and geese. He looked at Song Yanzhi's still closed door and frowned.

Song Yanzhi was a very diligent person, hardly ever sleeping in, but she hadn't gotten up yet today. Was she feeling unwell? Or was she drinking too much yesterday and had a headache?

He thought about it and knocked on the closed door.

In the room, Song Yanzhi's face was red and painful, and her lips were chapped. She was very thirsty, but the weakness caused by the high fever made it difficult for her to get up.

"Who?"

Hearing the hoarse sound coming from the room, Han Heming's forehead wrinkled even more tightly. He was indeed sick.

"Han Heming, are you sick? Is it convenient for me to come in?"

After that night, Han Heming never entered Song Yanzhi's room without her consent. They became friends again, and no one mentioned what happened that night again.

"Come in, the door is not locked."

Song Yanzhi struggled and sat up from the bed.

When Han Heming opened the door, he saw Song Yanzhi sitting on the bed with a sick look on her face.

"But there was a wind yesterday and you caught a cold?"

He stood beside Song Yanzhi's bed and saw that her little face was flushed. He wanted to touch her forehead, but felt it was inappropriate.

"I think so. Could you please get me some water?"

Han Heming handed the water to Song Yanzhi. After Song Yanzhi drank half a glass of water, she felt her throat felt much better.

"I'll go to the village and ask Doctor She to come over and see you."

There was a lame doctor in Hongya Village. His surname was She. "Doctor" was a respectful title for him. In fact, he just knew a few words, had read a few medical books, and knew a little bit about the basics.

He can't cure serious illnesses, but he can treat common colds, injuries, and some minor ailments.

"No, I just drank some wine yesterday. When I sent my sister-in-law and cousin back home, I got a little windy. I'll be fine after drinking some hot water and getting some sleep."

Let’s not talk about how good Dr. She’s medical skills are, or whether he can cure her or him. Even in the middle of the year, Dr. She may not be willing to come.

"How can that be? Your face is burning red."

"It's okay. Pour me some water and put it next to me. I'll drink it, take a nap, and sweat it out. I'll be fine."

Even so, Han Heming was still worried, so he went to cook a bowl of ginger soup and brought it to Song Yanzhi.

When the children heard that Song Yanzhi was sick, they all gathered around her.

"Mom, are you okay? I'll ask Dad to get a doctor for you."

When his mother died, his father said that she died of illness. When he heard that Song Yanzhi was sick, he was so scared that tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm fine, I just caught a cold. Didn't you catch a cold a few days ago too? We both have the same problem."

One rainy day in autumn, the eldest child went outside to play, got caught in the rain, and coughed for several days.

"I'll go get some loquat paste for Mom."

When Da Wa had a cough, Song Yanzhi made him some loquat paste to drink. After drinking it for two days, Da Wa's cough was cured.

When the child heard Song Yanzhi say that her symptoms were the same as his, he thought that he would get better by taking the same medicine.

Before Song Yanzhi could stop him, Da Wa ran away.

"Auntie, would you like some water?"

Ajiu remembered that when he was sick before, his mother would ask him to drink more warm water. The child could only use his limited experience to care for Song Yanzhi.

"Okay, please, Jiu, pass me the water."

Song Yanzhi didn't want to refuse the children's kindness.

After talking with the children for a while, Han Heming sent them away, and Song Yanzhi fell asleep again.

When Song Yanzhi woke up again, an oil lamp was lit in the room and Han Heming was sitting in his room.

Seeing her wake up, Han Heming approached her.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Han Heming's face was full of worry. He touched Song Yanzhi's forehead while she was asleep, and it was frighteningly hot.

He didn't dare leave for fear that something might happen to Song Yanzhi.

"much better."

Only after she broke out in a sweat did she feel a little lighter.

"Would you like something to eat? I made some porridge and it's warming on the stove. Would you like some?"

He is not very good at cooking, and the only cooking skill he can show off is making porridge.

"I want to take a shower first."

She was sweating and felt sticky, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Okay, there's hot water in the pot. You lie down first. I'll take the bucket to your room and get the hot water ready. Then you can get up and wash."

Song Yanzhi loves cleanliness and takes a bath no matter how cold the weather is. Han Heming heated the room extra hot today and boiled two pots of hot water in case Song Yanzhi woke up and wanted to use it.

Han Heming brought a large wooden barrel and several barrels of hot water before letting Song Yanzhi get up.

"Now that you're done, don't stir the water. I'll clean up for you."

"it is good"

The room was warm. Song Yanzhi took a bath and felt much more relaxed.

"Where are the children?"

After Song Yanzhi finished taking a shower, she didn't hear any voices from the children. Han Heming came to help her clean up, and she asked about it.

"I'm playing in my room. Go to the main room and warm yourself by the fire. Dry your hair and be careful not to catch a cold again."

Han Heming was afraid to open the door to pour water, fearing that the cold wind outside would enter the room, so he asked Song Yanzhi to sit in the main room first before he opened the door to clean the room.