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

The arrival of Ya Niang made Song Yanzhi feel much more relaxed. She was really diligent. Before Song Yanzhi and Han Heming got up, Ya Niang had already cleaned the courtyard and prepared breakfast.

Seeing that the host family had not yet woken up, she washed the clothes that the children had taken off the day before.

When Song Yanzhi got up, she felt the feeling of clean windows and tables for the first time in the festival era.

The blue bricks in the yard were washed clean by Ya Niang, leaving no spot on them. The clothesline in the yard was full of clothes that the children had worn the day before.

The porridge in the kitchen was bubbling and emitting hot smoke, and the walls, doors and windows had been wiped several times by the mute woman.

Song Yanzhi thought that she was not a sloppy person, and she took good care of the children at home. Compared with Ya Niang, she was really far behind.

"Mummy, you are so hardworking. You cleaned the yard so clean early in the morning, and did the laundry and cooking. You don't have to get up so early in the future. I will do these chores with you when I get up."

Ya Niang just smiled kindly, and it was unclear whether she took Song Yanzhi's words to heart.

In Lizao Village, the most talked-about thing recently is that the house of Landlord Wang, who lives a mile behind their village, has been taken over by someone else.

"Landlord Wang is very lucky and philanthropic. His son became the top scholar in the imperial examination, and the whole family moved to the capital."

"Hey, I heard that his house and land were sold. I wonder if this new family is as kind as the landlord Wang's family."

"How many families like Landlord Wang can there be? Forget it."

Early in the morning, under the old locust tree in the village, three or five women were holding bowls of porridge, eating and dozing off.

"Hello, sisters-in-law and aunts, may I know how to get to the village chief's house?"

Han Heming held up the gift and asked the women who were talking.

The women were talking animatedly, and when they heard someone asking a question, they all looked over, and one of them smiled brightly.

"Where is the village chief's house? It's the third one from the right."

The place where the women were standing was not far from the village chief's house, and they enthusiastically showed Han Heming the way.

As soon as Han Heming left, these women started to hate him again.

"This young man is so handsome. When did the village chief have such a relative?"

"Who knows? I'll ask Aunt Guihua later."

When Song Yanzhi saw Han Heming leave, she put her hands behind her back and went to the open space in the backyard. It was a hot summer day, and the empty ground was exposed to the sun, leaving fine and dense cracks.

As far as she knew, the wife of the landlord Wang used this vacant land as a vegetable garden to grow vegetables.

Song Yanzhi also wanted to use the land to grow vegetables. After a year in Hongya Village, he had become an expert in growing vegetables and was able to grow all kinds of vegetables.

The weather was cool in the early morning. Song Yanzhi took a shovel and started digging the ground.

This season, if you want to plant tomatoes and peppers, it is a bit late. You can plant some late beans, green vegetables, leeks, etc., which is still okay.

They are 30 kilometers away from Lin'an City, so it is not convenient to buy vegetables.

There is a market five miles away, but it only opens every two days, so it is inconvenient to get food there on weekdays.

Fortunately, there is a mountain at home, and there must be a lot of wild vegetables, wild mushrooms and bamboo shoots on the mountain.

She was not familiar with the area and did not know what was in the mountains, so she did not dare to go there easily. When Han Heming was free, she planned to ask Han Heming to go to the mountains together to take a look. If they could pick wild mushrooms, she would pick some, dry them, and eat them slowly.

Song Yanzhi thought about it and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and Ajiu's panicked voice came in.

"Mother, mother, some yamen runners came to our house and want to take the mute girl away."

Ya Niang is very hardworking and cooks delicious meals. She has only been at home for one day, but the children already like her very much.

"Why? Did they tell me?"

Ajiu walked to Song Yanzhi, panting. He took a few deep breaths before answering Song Yanzhi.

"Those people said that the mute woman's husband died yesterday, and the mute woman despises people."

"Come on, let me go take a look."

When Song Yanzhi heard this, she picked up the iron hook and walked towards the front yard.

Since Ya Niang came to their house, she is a member of their family. How could they let the yamen runners take her away easily unless they can produce evidence?

In the front yard, a man in black clothes swept his eyes like knives over the few idiots who were protecting the mute girl.

After taking a look, a barely perceptible smile flashed across his lips. He had seen these children before.

Ten days ago, in Limao Hutong in the east of the city, these children were eating mutton soup at Xu Ji.

At that time, he felt that someone was looking at him. When he looked in the direction of the sight, he saw these children and the child who had just run away.

By the way, they should have an older brother, who was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old back then. No, maybe it should be said that he was a girl, who led this group of idiots.

"Mom, hurry, hurry."

Ajiu ran in front, and Song Yanzhi followed behind him, walking quickly.

Oh, here it comes.

Yang Ge's smile deepened a little.

As soon as Song Yanzhi walked into the front yard, she felt as if she was being stared at by a wolf. She looked up and saw Judge Yang with eyes as sharp as blades.

He was dressed in black and stood at the gate of the courtyard, with a dozen yamen runners behind him.

"I wonder what brings you here today, sir?"

Song Yanzhi asked respectfully.

"We are here to arrest the suspect, Jiang Yanniang, and take her to the government office for questioning."

Yang Ge did not speak. The one who spoke was a handsome yamen runner on his right. Song Yanzhi remembered that this man had followed Judge Yang to the mutton soup restaurant that day. It seemed that he was Judge Yang's favorite subordinate.

"I don't know what's going on. My servant, the mute girl, has become a despised person."

Song Yanzhi had just learned from Ajiu why these people came to capture Ya Niang, she just pretended not to know.

"Yesterday, her husband, Wu Liu, was hacked to death at home. We suspect she was the one who killed him."

"Where do you get that? My servant was sold to my house by his ex-husband ten days ago. What does his death have to do with my servant?"

"She was sold to your family ten days ago, but someone saw her return to the village the day before yesterday, and someone saw her leave yesterday. The time she left was the same time her husband died."

“You mean, my servant, a weak woman, not only killed her husband, but also calmly changed her clothes and left the village after her husband’s death?

Just because someone saw her, does that mean she killed him? As far as I know, my servants were at home for a funeral during those days. Her parents' and her husband's families live in the same village, so her appearance in the village is perfectly normal.

Did anyone see her go to her ex-husband's house? Or do the officials have other evidence?"

Song Yanzhi refused to give in. These yamen runners wanted to arrest people just based on the evidence of their presence in the village. Everyone in the village where the mute girl lived was a suspect.

If these yamen runners could produce evidence, she would not protect the mute girl at all. If they just wanted to find a scapegoat who could not speak to improve their performance, that was absolutely impossible.