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

"Your sister-in-law is pregnant. Look at your place, it's all gravel and the road is hard to walk on. That's why your sister-in-law asked me to pick you up. She bought a lot of delicious food for you and Erwa."

The eldest son was a little moved now. He missed his aunt. He hadn't seen his aunt for half a year since she got married.

His aunt came back when his mother passed away. At that time, he had lost his mother, and it was his aunt who had been taking care of him and Erwa.

But the hindma was the worst. He didn't believe anything she said, not even a single word.

"Hunnan, you go back first. When my dad comes back, I'll have him take us to see my aunt."

"Your aunt will be leaving soon. Who knows when your father will come back? If your aunt leaves, you may not see him for a long time."

How could Han Dawa be so cunning at such a young age? Li Yuzhi was a little anxious. She couldn't waste too much time here. If Han Heming and Song Yanzhi came back and looked for the child, it would be troublesome.

"Big boy, what do you see over there?"

Li Yuzhi suddenly pointed in a direction. Da Wa was just a child after all, so he subconsciously looked in the direction Li Yuzhi pointed.

Li Yuzhi covered her mouth and nose, threw the thing in her hand, and then several children fell to the ground.

Seeing several children lying on the ground, she smiled triumphantly. This was the drug used to drug the wild buffaloes that were destroying the crops in the village.

As long as the wind blows towards the cows and they smell it, a bison weighing thousands of pounds can fall to the ground in an instant, and it is easy to confuse a few children.

All the words she had just said to Da Wa were in vain.

"Why aren't you coming out yet? What are you waiting for?"

As soon as she finished speaking, three people came out from the bushes nearby. They were Han Laoer, Han Laoer's wife, and Han Laosan.

"Mom, why are there two more children here?"

Han Laoer frowned as he looked at the four children lying on the ground. His mother was the same. She knocked two more children unconscious and was not afraid that their families would come looking for her.

"I've seen these two children. They're not from our village at all. They're cutting grass for pigs with Han Dawa. Maybe they're relatives of theirs, staying at their house for a few days.

This is even better. If relatives ask Han Heming and Song Yanzhi for the child and they can't hand it over, we can see what they will do. With one more child, we can get more ransom."

His second child was a bit naive sometimes. He thought that she couldn't think of what he could think of? He really underestimated her.

"Heming, come here quickly."

After Han Duotian returned from the village, the villagers started talking even louder about him and Han Heming.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. They were talking about Han Heming and Han Duotian when they saw Han Heming walking towards them from afar.

The village chief's eldest son had gone into the mountains to hunt with Han Heming twice, and he admired Han Heming the most. When he saw Han Heming walking towards their group, he waved and greeted him from afar.

"Here we are, everyone is busy, what are you talking about?"

"What can I say? Let's talk about you, Brother Han. We just saw a convoy of people pulling bricks and tiles towards your house. Are you planning to build a house?"

Da Zhuang responded cheerfully, saying that most of the people in the village were very kind to Han Heming.

In the past, everyone was kind to him because they felt sorry for him. The villagers and fellow townspeople were all relatively simple and kind.

They are kind to Han Heming now because they hope that Han Heming can go up the mountain to take them hunting in winter. As long as Han Heming is there, they will not be afraid of having no meat to eat.

Therefore, meeting him is more friendly than meeting Han Duotian.

Han Heming did not hide anything, he told everyone with a smile.

"My family is building a house. Grandpa Jiu might come to your house to discuss something?"

After saying that, he looked at the village chief.

As soon as he said this, everyone understood that Han Heming was probably looking for the village chief just to build a house.

"Let's go home and talk. Everyone can chat here. Heming and I will leave first."

The village chief stood up and walked towards his home, motioning Han Heming to follow.

After walking for a distance, the village chief turned around and asked Han Heming.

"Is the foundation of the house insufficient?"

Among the young men in the village, the village chief likes Han Heming the most. This guy is capable, down-to-earth and talented. Even his own grandson, he feels, is not as good as Han Heming.

"Understandably, Uncle Jiu, my teacher, wants to settle down in our village. I'd like you to grant him a piece of land to build a house.

As for the teacher, I don’t want you to give him any good land, just the rocky land near my home will do.”

Han Heming took a few quick steps and supported the village chief.

"Your teacher? What does he do? Why haven't I heard that you have a teacher?"

The old village chief was suspicious. If a foreigner settled in the village, it would not be enough to just approve a piece of housing land. He would have to investigate the person's origin, report his household registration, and register with the government office.

"He's a teacher I met outside. He taught me how to read and write. A few days ago, he came to see me and saw the beautiful scenery here, so he wanted to settle down here."

It was naturally difficult for the teacher to tell Grandpa Jiu the truth about why he settled here, so he just told a half-truth.

"Teach you to read and write? Can he recognize words?"

When Han Heming was eight years old, his grandparents died one after another, and he left the village. No one knew where he went. They only vaguely heard that it was his mother's family who took him away.

A few years later, he brought his wife back and settled down in Hongya Village.

"The teacher was a Jinshi (a scholar-official) who served as an official for several years. When his parents passed away, he returned home to observe mourning and distanced himself from officialdom. He later opened a private school in his hometown and taught there.

Now that he is old, he wants to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to spend his remaining years."

The village chief was tempted. It would be a great honor for him to have a new scholar who had passed the imperial examination in the village.

He used to be a teacher. If he could stay, he would open a private school in Hongya Village to teach the children in the village to read and write. Who knows, there might be a few more scholars in Hongya Village.

"This is a good thing. Go back and tell your teacher that the people of Hongya Village welcome his arrival. If he wants to build a house on that piece of land, just tell me.

Also, if you settle down here, please give me your household registration and I'll have your seventh uncle take it to the government office to register it."

"Well, thank you, Grandpa Jiu. Please check the cost of the foundation. I'll go back and tell the teacher and send it to you later."

In Hongya Village, except for the villagers themselves, when someone separates and lives on their own, the village will provide everyone with a piece of residential land for free.

If people from other villages want to settle in Hongya Village, they have to pay money to buy a house there. The specific amount of money will be charged by the village chief based on the quality and size of the land, and the charging standards will vary accordingly.