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

The Han family's old house was very lively at this time.

"What? You said Han Heming married a new wife?"

Li Yuzhi slammed the chopsticks in her hand on the dining table, making a "dong" sound.

"Eat if you want to eat, talk if you want to talk, why are you throwing chopsticks?"

Han Duotian glanced at Li Yuzhi indifferently. Today, all the laborers in the village went to the mountains to catch wild boars. Han Duotian had studied for a few years and considered himself a gentleman.

Not only did he not go, he also didn't let his son go.

"Mom is telling the truth. He married Song Yanzhi from the Song family. I was visiting the village today, and Song Yanzhi's mother told me so herself."

In the past two days, rumors have been circulating in the village that the Song family is going to sell their little girl to the wealthy Zhou so that the Song family's son can go to Beijing to take the imperial examination.

Today she was in the village, sitting under the largest mulberry tree in the village. Also sitting under the tree were several daughters-in-law and aunts in the village.

Song's mother was carrying a basket of pig feed and was passing by. An aunt who had a feud with the Song family saw Song's mother and ridiculed her for selling her daughter.

Song's mother argued with the aunt, and when she got anxious she said that her daughter was already married to Han the Hunter.

Song's mother was reluctant to tell the villagers about her daughter's wedding and the fact that she didn't want to hold a wedding banquet.

"Old man, your eldest son doesn't support his parents, younger siblings, and instead supports other women, and you don't care about it, our family has no food to eat."

Logically speaking, there should be no shortage of food as the summer harvest had just ended. However, just as the harvest was about to begin, locusts invaded the fields and ate up most of the already limited food.

At that time, everyone rushed to harvest grain, but the grain they collected was not enough to pay the taxes. They had to use up the silver and grain from previous years to barely pay the taxes.

After the grain was delivered, many families had nothing to eat, and the Han family was no exception.

"Manage? How can we manage? Everyone in the village knows that we didn't raise him when he was little?"

"Why didn't you raise him? If you didn't raise him, how did he grow up?"

Li Yuzhi refused to admit that she had never raised Han Heming. Even if she hadn't, Han Duotian was still his father. Could she just watch his father starve to death?

"When Chen died, I told my mother to bring Han Heming's three children back home. With the children in hand, why would I be afraid that Han Heming would send his prey and food to our house?

But my mother just wouldn't listen. Now he's married Song Yanzhi and is taking care of his children. How can we possibly get the food he has? "

Han Laoer was so angry that he drank a mouthful of wild vegetable porridge and complained to Li Yuzhi.

"You still blame me, your mother? Did I refuse to hold the youngest cub? I couldn't even hold him, he was just born. If I raise him to death, that bear Han Heming would eat us all."

"How dare he? You're his mother, how dare he be rude to you? That little brat is hard to raise, and are the eldest and second kids even harder to raise?"

Han Laoer was so angry that his lungs ached when he thought of what Han Heming said to him today. What kind of big brother was Han Heming? His family had a lot of bacon hanging in the kitchen, but he was unwilling to share any with them. It was really hateful.

Thinking of the delicious bacon, he felt that the wild vegetable porridge in the bowl was like chewing bacon, which was difficult to swallow.

"Then I'll go get the eldest and second child to the old house later?"

Li Yuzhi looked at her son, she was also a little annoyed. If she had listened to her son and snatched Han Heming's child away when Chen died, his family would be well-off now.

"What are you going to do now? I heard that unfilial son went up the mountain to hunt wild boars."

When the village chief gathered the villagers, he also sent someone to his house to ask if he wanted to send anyone out. Hunting wild boars was a very dangerous thing, and he couldn't take the risk. He didn't want his son to go either, so no one from his family went to hunt wild boars.

"It's better if he's not at home. Song Yanzhi was raised by her mother to be the softest person possible. She wouldn't dare say anything if I brought the two children home."

Song Yanzhi took the children to have dinner, boiled some hot water, gave the three of them a bath, and then moved the summer beds in the main room to the yard.

While taking care of her three children, she also finished sewing the clothes that she had not finished in the afternoon. She was afraid of mosquitoes, so she burned a handful of mugwort in the yard.

Then she heard a knock on the door. She thought it was Han Heming coming back, so she asked Da Wa to open the door.

"Big boy, go see if your father is back."

The eldest boy climbed over the fence gate to take a look, then ran back in panic.

"Hide quickly, Erwa, go hide all the crispy candies and crispy fruits, the hind milk is coming."

Song Yanzhi looked at the two children who looked like they were facing a great enemy and felt a little puzzled. She grabbed the eldest child who was trying to run away.

"Your milk is here, what are you afraid of?"

"The hindmaid will ask for our food, bacon, and money. She'll want everything. You should hide quickly. This way, she'll think there's no one at home and she'll leave soon."

Han Heming's ex-daughter-in-law was the most gentle person. Every time Li Yuzhi came to their house, as long as Han Heming was not at home, Li Yuzhi would coax Chen to give her something.

As small as a needle and thread, as small as a coin, they are even more terrifying than locusts.

Han Heming had said many times that nothing should be given to the old house, but whenever Li Yuzhi came to cry and complain, Chen would soften her heart again.

The two children listened to their father. Every time Li Yuzhi came, they couldn't persuade their mother and could only hide the things.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. I won't let her take anything from our house."

Song Yanzhi stopped sewing clothes and got up to open the gate.

"Aunt Li, why are you here so late?"

Li Yuzhi didn't take Song Yanzhi seriously and looked arrogant.

"This is my son's home, can't I come?"

After she said that, she rushed into the yard without waiting for Song Yanzhi to make way for her.

Song Yanzhi stretched out her hand to stop him.

"If Auntie is looking for Heming, he has gone up the mountain and hasn't come back yet. You can wait until he comes back."

"Hey, Yanzhi, I only came because Heming wasn't home. You're such a young girl, how can you take care of a child? I'll take the eldest and second kids home to take care of them."

Li Yuzhi drove Han Heming out. At this time, everyone in the village knew about it. Song Yanzhi didn't believe that Li Yuzhi was here to help Han Heming take care of the child.

"No, the children have already eaten, bathed, and are ready for bed."

Song Yanzhi refused directly.

"That's my grandson, can't you let me take my grandson away?"

"Auntie wants to take the child to your house. Even if Heming comes back, he can come and take the child away. He gave the child to me, and I can't give the child to anyone else. What if you want to sell Heming's child? I won't be able to explain to him."

Li Yuzhi's breath was choked. Why did Song Yanzhi speak so viciously?

"I'm not going to talk to you, get out of my way."

Song Yanzhi was not tall in this life, only 1.63 meters. Li Yuzhi was a tall woman and had been doing farm work for a long time. She thought she was stronger than Song Yanzhi, a little girl, and she tried to push Song Yanzhi away.