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

Han Heming nodded.

"I heard about it. Tell me what happened in detail."

Song Yanzhi told Han Heming what had happened. She said, "Tomorrow, go to Jiangjia Village and find out the cause of Wu Liu's death."

As long as it wasn't done by the mute girl, they would definitely protect the person.

"it is good."

The silver carp for lunch was prepared by Song Yanzhi. Although Ya Niang’s cooking was good, it was far inferior to Song Yanzhi’s. And fish, if not cooked well, would taste very fishy.

The most important thing is that the dishes in Jiangnan are light and sweet. The children are all from the north, and when they eat the braised silver carp made by Song Yanzhi, they immediately feel the fragrance on their lips and teeth.

After lunch, Han Heming and Song Yanzhi went up the mountain while leaving the children in the care of the mute mother.

When they arrived, the helpers had not arrived yet. The two of them went up the mountain and went to the bamboo forest first. Although it was not spring, there were still many new bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest.

Summer bamboo shoots have a very bitter taste, so generally fewer people go digging them in this season. Song Yanzhi knows how to deal with the bitterness of summer bamboo shoots, so she brought Han Heming to dig them.

The two men had only dug about ten bamboo shoots when they heard voices of people talking and laughing at the foot of the mountain. Thinking that it might be the helpers coming, Han Heming went out.

Although Song Yanzhi knew how to process summer bamboo shoots, she didn't dig a lot. Autumn was coming soon, and it was time to eat autumn bamboo shoots, so there was no need to dig too many summer bamboo shoots. She and Han Heming together only dug a back of bamboo shoots.

There were wild vegetables, and the two of them picked a lot of them.

"Han Heming, what are you looking at?"

Two people were walking and digging wild vegetables. Song Yanzhi pointed to the front. Han Heming looked up and saw nests of pheasant eggs. They had arrived at the pheasant's nest.

Han Heming took two steps forward and indeed heard a small sound in front of him.

Song Yanzhi felt that she didn't even see how Han Heming made his move. Han Heming already had a fat golden pheasant in each of his hands.

"Han Heming, you are so amazing."

Song Yanzhi looked at him with admiration. To be honest, this was the first time Song Yanzhi saw Han Heming hunting. The last time Han Heming caught a pheasant, it was at night and Song Yanzhi couldn't see it clearly.

Han Heming's handsome face turned red all of a sudden. He wanted to scratch his head, but he had the chicken in his hand, so he could only smile shyly.

"That's nothing special. It's just catching two pheasants."

"Of course this is amazing. If you ask me to catch a pheasant, I can't even catch the feathers. Now that I have a chicken, I'll see if there are any wild mushrooms. Let's make a wild mushroom stew with pheasant.

Hey, I don't know if there are any chestnut trees on these hills. It's a pity that we lost all the chestnuts and digging we did last year... Han Heming, I found something good."

Song Yanzhi was talking and her mood became a little depressed. Han Heming wanted to comfort her when he heard the little girl startled again.

"what happened?"

Han Heming walked to Song Yanzhi carrying a pheasant.

"Han Heming dug this."

In front of Song Yanzhi, there was a large patch of taro seedlings. If they were all dug out, they would probably get a lot of taro. Taro chicken would be the most delicious.

"Okay, I'll go borrow a hook from the helper."

With the experience of the yam last time, Han Heming didn't even ask Song Yanzhi this time. This thing is edible, so he obediently went to borrow the iron hook.

When Han Heming dug out the first nest of taro from underground, Song Yanzhi was so excited. In her previous life, her favorite thing to drink was taro-flavored milk tea. Looking at the big taro on the ground, which weighed four or five pounds, if there were taro, how could milk tea be far behind?

The two men dug up two large bags of taro. It was not until dark that they came down the mountain, drove the carriage, and returned home.

When they returned home, Ya Niang had already prepared dinner, which was roast chicken with taro. Naturally, they couldn't eat it, so Song Yanzhi and Han Heming decided to have it the next night.

The next day, Han Heming had breakfast early in the morning and went to Jiangjia Village. Song Yanzhi and Ya Niang took the children to the market.

The house was tidied up, and Song Yanzhi wanted to go to the market to buy some piglets and lambs. When they grew up, they would be great to sell or eat at home.

If there are autumn chicks, you can also buy some chicks to raise, and also buy some vegetable seeds and plant vegetables all over the backyard.

When Han Heming left, he first sent Song Yanzhi and the others to the market before leaving.

They don’t have to worry about not having a car to ride when they go back. Every time there is a market, there will be many ox carts and donkey carts at the market to carry people and goods.

For example, if they returned to Lizao Village from the market, it would only cost two cents per person. If they hired a donkey cart, it would only cost twenty cents per trip.

"Mom, I want to eat meat buns."

As soon as Han Heming left, Erwa pointed to a steaming bun shop opposite them.

"Mom, I want to eat shaomai."

This time it was Tuan Tuan who spoke.

It’s strange to say, Tuantuan is an authentic northern child, but he likes to eat glutinous rice dumplings from Jiangnan. Every time he goes to the market, this little guy will buy two.

"Two little greedy cats, didn't you have breakfast?"

"Mom, eat now. Didn't you have breakfast with us? But I'm hungry again now."

Erwa is a little foodie, and when it comes to food, his mouth is full of joy.

"Okay, buy it when you're hungry. Ajiu Dawa, what do you want to eat?"

Song Yanzhi and a few children were crossing the street while talking.

Suddenly, at the other end of the road, a dark green-haired young man, whipping his horse whip, rode his horse at full speed and rushed towards them.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! You're blocking my way! I'll beat you to death!"

The young man shouted loudly, accompanied by a triumphant laugh.

There were many people at the market today, and the young man was riding his horse so fast, he simply didn't care about human life.

Song Yanzhi was filled with anger as she saw the large chestnut horse coming towards them. She protected the children and quickly crossed the road, but was hit on the back by the boy's whip.

Song Yanzhi's clothes were thin in the summer, and when she was whipped, the clothes on her back were torn in an instant.

"Well, Master's whipping skills have improved again."

The followers behind him, after hitting someone with the horsewhip, not only did not persuade the young man to restrain himself, but instead followed suit and praised him. With such followers around, it would be difficult for the young man not to learn bad things.

The young man laughed triumphantly after hearing what his follower said.

"Hahahaha, don't you see who I am? Ouch..."

Suddenly, the horse, which was running fast, bent its right leg, and the young master on the horse fell off the chestnut horse, his head bleeding and he fainted on the ground.

The followers following behind him almost stepped over the young master.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"

The attendant got off his horse, picked up his young master and cried bitterly.

"Let's go."

Song Yanzhi took off the hairpin on her head, and her long, shiny black hair fell down, covering her back that was bruised by the horsewhip.