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

The shopkeeper had a very dark face. His restaurant was one of the best in Qinghe County. He said it was a small business, but that was just self-deprecation. Was Young Master Zhang stupid? He really treated him like a beggar.

This bag of silver is not even enough to compensate for one wall of their Jixiang Building.

"Master Zhang, are you sending away beggars?"

The shopkeeper weighed the silver in his hand and said unhappily.

"Hey, it's good enough that I gave you some money, but you still think it's not enough. Do you believe I will beat you up too?"

Zhang Yaozu now thought he had a lot of people with him and was very arrogant.

"Then Master Zhang must think it over carefully."

The reason why their Jixianglou was able to become successful in Qinghe County is that not just anyone can come and step on its heels.

"Manager Xu, Manager Xu, don't be angry. I just spoke without thinking. Don't worry, if I break something of yours tonight, just make a list and send it to my house later. I will definitely compensate you for the price. No, I will double it."

"Let's go out and fight, so we don't have to bother the shopkeeper."

Han Heming was really impatient with Zhang Yaozu and the shopkeeper's nagging. He wanted the fight to end sooner so that he could go to bed with his child earlier.

Today, several of his children were frightened, but they really needed him as their father by their side.

"I'm here to fight you, and you're not afraid?"

Young Master Zhang widened his eyes. Why did he feel that this person was even more arrogant than him? This made him very angry.

"What grandfather is afraid of his grandson? Let's go."

After Han Heming finished speaking, he walked outside, and Ma Hongbing also followed Han Heming outside.

Zhang Yaozu had not yet reacted to what Han Heming meant. Suddenly, he remembered what he had said when he knelt in front of Han Heming. He was immediately filled with anger and followed Han Heming out.

The place Han Heming walked on was not the main street facing Jixiang Building, but the back alley of Jixiang Building.

In the evening, no one was walking in the back alley. This was not the main street and the lights on the main street were not on. There was only the lights in the rooms of Jixiang Building, reflecting through the windows.

"Tell me, how do you want to fight?"

Han Heming put his hands behind his back. He hated trouble. If Zhang Yaozu had been causing trouble for him in Qinghe County these days, he wouldn't mind sending him to see his ancestors tonight.

"Of course it's a group fight. Grandpa has a lot of people on his side."

many?

It’s not that much.

Han Heming counted them carefully and found that there were only about twenty people, just ordinary servants and guards, who posed no threat to him at all.

In his eyes, these people were not as ferocious as a tiger.

"bring it on."

Zhang Yaozu picked up the folding fan in his hand and pointed lightly in the direction of Han Heming. The guards behind him rushed towards Han Heming as if they had received an order.

"one two three."

In less than three minutes, more than twenty people were lying on the ground.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I was wrong."

It has to be said that Zhang Yaozu is an expert at identifying dangers. When he saw his men lying on the ground, he knelt on the ground without any hesitation.

Han Heming put his foot directly on De's shoulder, pinched his chin and made him look at him.

"Haven't you learned enough of your lesson? You're still looking for trouble with me?"

His voice was extremely cold. He had wanted to attack this kid when he was beating Ajiu, but this kid knelt down too quickly, leaving him no time to do anything. This kid didn't know how to cherish and even came to seek revenge on him. He really deserved a beating.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please forgive me."

Zhang Yaozu was so scared that his nose and tears were running. When he was beaten just now, the person in front of him didn't attack him. How did he know that this person was so terrifying?

If he had known this earlier, he would never have bothered him again. Not only would he not bother them, but he would have avoided them whenever he saw them.

"You have a short memory. I have to make sure you remember it better."

Han Heming believed that he had already given this kid a chance, but this kid insisted on bumping into him. This time, he would not be polite.

"Grandpa, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. From now on, I will avoid you when I see you and will never bother you again."

Before Han Heming could do anything to Zhang Yaozu, a strange smell suddenly came. It turned out that Zhang Yaozu had wet his pants out of fright.

Han Heming sighed in his heart. How could this second-generation rich kid be so timid and dare to provoke others?

"That won't do. You're making me unhappy and upset."

As he spoke, he lifted Zhang Yaozu's neck and threw him against the wall. Before Zhang Yaozu landed, he kicked him again.

No one knew how many punches and kicks Zhang Yaozu received, but in the end, Zhang Yaozu gained two pounds, and only then did Han Heming let go of his hand.

He clapped his hands and said casually: "Stay away from me next time you see me, or I will beat you up every time I see you."

Zhang Yaozu closed his eyes that could not be opened.

Who understands?

So handsome.

This is the feeling I want.

When Han Heming and Ma Hongbing came back, Song Yanzhi had already coaxed the children to sleep.

She let the children sleep sideways on the bed, then went to Ajiu and Dawa's room and brought their quilts back to this room, and she herself made a bed on the floor.

She was afraid that the children would be frightened today, so she didn't dare ask them to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Seeing Han Heming return safely, Song Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it's solved?"

She looked at Han Heming.

"He's been intimidated. He shouldn't cause us any trouble for the time being."

Song Yanzhi nodded. She didn't ask how Han Heming was frightened. She knew that Han Heming had his own methods.

"Go to bed early. At night, children, sleep in this room with me. I will take care of them."

"How can we sleep with so many children?"

Han Heming was surprised.

"I let them sleep sideways while I slept on the floor."

Song Yanzhi pointed at the bedding that had been spread out on the ground.

"I'll sleep here, you sleep in my room and get some rest."

"Row."

Song Yanzhi didn't insist. As a man, he should be responsible, so let him take it.

In the middle of the night, Ajiu woke up and looked at the candle in the room that had not been extinguished. He touched Tuantuan on the side and saw the man sleeping on the ground. He felt at ease and fell asleep again.

The next day, Song Yanzhi and Han Heming got up early in the morning. After what happened yesterday, they didn't want to stay in the county town with the children, so they asked Ma Hongbing to help them look after the children while they went out to look after Mingwa.

Han Heming didn't know how many Ming tile factories there were in Qinghe County, so the two of them walked towards the counter, ready to ask the shopkeeper about the Ming tile factories.

The shopkeeper of Jixianglou is surnamed Xu, also known as Shopkeeper Xu. Shopkeeper Xu is currently sitting at the counter, counting the money on an abacus.

Only when Han Heming and Song Yanzhi approached did the shopkeeper look up.

"It's you."

The shopkeeper looked at Han Heming and laughed.

After Han Heming and the young master of the Zhang family left Jixiang Tower yesterday, Manager Xu found a suitable room to watch the show.

When he saw the usually domineering Zhang Yaozu being kicked around like a ball by Han Heming, he just felt relieved.

"The shopkeeper has a good memory. I didn't expect that he could still remember me."

Han Heming didn't know that the shopkeeper was watching him teach Zhang Yaozu a lesson upstairs. He just thought that he had just exchanged two glances with the shopkeeper.

"I'm in this business, and I remember you two. What do you want from me?"