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

Han Ming and his wife followed Han Duotian and saw Han Duotian enter the old house. After a while, voices were heard from inside the room.

"Old lady, it's done."

Han Duotian's voice was filled with excitement.

"Really?"

Li Yuzhi's excited voice was also heard.

Han Ming and Su looked at each other. The village chief drove Li Yuzhi out of Hongya Village, but the second uncle was so bold that he dared to hide Li Yuzhi in the old house secretly.

"Indeed, I saw with my own eyes last night that both houses were on fire, and this morning the villagers said that the two houses were reduced to ruins."

Han Duotian's excited voice grew louder and louder, but it made the two people outside the house feel depressed, their faces filled with resentment.

It turned out that Han Heming's house and his teacher's house were both burned down by Han Duotian. Why did he hate him so much? Han Heming was his beloved son.

"That's great, old man. Once that man gives me the remaining money, our family will move to the town."

Li Yuzhi's face was full of smug smiles. She wanted to ask Han Heming's family for five hundred taels of silver. Han Heming and Song had someone arrest her and her son and beat them with a stick. Now these five hundred taels of silver were taking the lives of their entire family. It was really satisfying.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

Hearing news that was more explosive than the last, Su couldn't help but grab Han Ming's clothes tightly.

"You notify the village chief and come arrest them. I'll be guarding them here."

They were all from the same village, and their homes were not far from each other. When Han Duotian and Li Yuzhi were still dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Period, the village chief, whose face became increasingly worse as he listened outside the door, made a slight gesture to his son, and the people in the Han family's old house were kicked out.

"You...why are you here?"

Han Duotian's face turned pale when he saw the person coming in.

"Seventh Brother, you are so bold! You actually dared to go against the decision of the elders and secretly keep this vicious woman in the village."

The village chief's shout frightened Han Duotian so much that his legs went weak.

"Uncle Jiu, she is my wife. I can't just ignore her. If I throw her out of the village, her family will only have her nephew left. It will be impossible for him to take care of her. She will die."

Han Duotian pleaded for Li Yuzhi, wanting to establish himself as a deeply affectionate person.

A husband and wife are bound by a hundred days of grace. He just couldn't bear to see the person he had spent half his life with wandering around outside.

Even if he was wrong, it was because he was too soft-hearted and kind.

Being kind and gentle is a wonderful quality, and everyone should praise it.

"Bullshit, you kept this woman because you conspired with me to burn down Han Heming and his teacher's house."

Su yelled hysterically. She couldn't even bear that Yanzhi's family died due to natural disasters or man-made calamities, let alone that their family was murdered.

She must tear off Han Duotian's hypocritical face and avenge Yanzhi's family.

"I didn't, what are you talking about?"

Han Duotian suddenly glared at Su with red eyes. This woman actually dared to ruin his good thing. When he found an opportunity, he would definitely teach this little bitch a lesson.

"It's you. Han Ming and I heard everything outside. You also said that there was someone behind the scenes who gave you money. Grandpa Village Chief, if you don't believe it, just send someone to take over this house. You will definitely receive the money."

Arson is a serious crime and can be dealt with directly by the ancestral hall without having to report to the authorities.

The old village chief stomped the cane in his hand and signaled someone to collect it. Sure enough, the money was collected and placed in a box next to Li Yuzhi. Inside the box was exactly one hundred and ninety taels of silver.

Originally there were twenty taels of silver, but Li Yuzhi gave ten taels to her third son and asked him to go to school to pay his tuition.

"Old Qi, what else do you have to say?"

The village chief looked at Han Duotian who was kneeling on the ground in fear, his eyes full of disappointment. He always thought that Lao Qi was a soft-eared person and would listen to his new wife. When Han Heming was young, he drove Han Heming out of the house.

Now it seems that Lao Qi is a cold-blooded, cruel and ruthless person. People like him can easily abandon people and things that are not good to them.

"Uncle Jiu, I, I was wrong. Please forgive me, spare my life."

Han Duotian knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old village chief. This time, he was really scared.

"Come here, beat these two vicious men to death with clubs and throw them into the mountains to feed the wolves."

After the village chief finished speaking, he closed his eyes for a second, as if he couldn't bear to see the decision he had made, and then turned and left.

Song Yanzhi slept for a while and suddenly woke up from her dream. There was no sun or moon in the cellar, and she didn't know how much time had passed.

She was just about to get up and go to the cellar entrance to see if there was any light coming in when she heard Han Heming's weak voice: "Water...water..."

His voice was very soft, but it could be heard clearly in the silent cellar.

Song Yanzhi picked up a water bag, walked to Han Heming, and found that Han Heming's face was flushed.

She secretly said in her heart that this was not good. Han Heming looked like he might have a fever.

She put her hand on Han Heming's forehead, and sure enough, Han Heming's head was terribly hot.

She fed Han Heming some water and took out some wine hidden in the cellar, wiping Han Heming's whole body to cool him down.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Heming's fever finally subsided. Song Yanzhi wiped the sweat from her head and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't have a fever, he would probably be fine.

She was not a doctor in her previous life, so she could only use some simple common sense to relieve Han Heming's physical symptoms.

If Han Heming's fever did not subside, she would have no choice but to go to town and ask a doctor to prescribe medicine for Han Heming.

Fortunately, the temperature dropped. She got up and walked towards the cellar door, seeing the strong sunlight shining in from the cellar door.

The sun is so bright, it must be noon.

After confirming the time, Song Yanzhi returned to the cave. She looked at the children, who were still asleep. She was about to sit down and rest for a while when she heard Han Heming's weak voice again.

“Cold…cold…”

She hurried over to see, and saw Han Heming curled up, shivering, and actually having the hiccups.

She covered Han Heming with several quilts on the bed, but it seemed to be of no use. Han Heming's lips were frozen purple.

She hardened her heart and lay down beside Han Heming. Han Heming felt the warmth and hugged her in his arms.

Perhaps thanks to Song Yanzhi's body temperature, the temperature of the quilt also rose. Han Heming finally stopped shivering. He hugged Song Yanzhi and fell asleep peacefully.

Song Yanzhi felt uncomfortable. Han Heming was covered in wounds, but he held her in his arms. She was afraid of touching the wounds on Han Heming's body, so she didn't dare to move.

When she felt her body was about to stiffen into a corpse, a childish voice rang out.

"Mother, why are you sleeping in Father's bed?"