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

"Mother, where are we going now? To the clinic?"

Song Yanzhi's injury made the children panic, especially Tuan Tuan and Erwa, who were still young. They held on to Song Yanzhi's clothes tightly.

Da Wa also looked at Song Yanzhi with concern. Ajiu tightly grasped her clothes, lowered her head, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Song Yanzhi glanced at the children and paused for a second at Ajiu's face.

"Let's go straight home."

Song Yanzhi flatly rejected Da Wa's suggestion and found a carriage at the market entrance. The carriage quickly took them home.

A group of people went to the market happily and returned home disappointed. Song Yanzhi did not comfort the children, but took them into the yard.

"Big Brother, take your brothers out to play. Jiu, come with me."

Song Yanzhi led Ajiu to the study room of the children.

“Why did you take action?”

Song Yanzhi stared at the child in front of her, and Ajiu pursed her lips tightly.

"Is it because he beat me? Have you forgotten what your grandfather told you?"

Jiu naturally didn't dare to forget his grandfather's instructions. His grandfather told him to keep a low profile and take back everything that belonged to their family in the future.

Every night after his younger brother went to bed, he would learn math and calligraphy from Aunt Song, and martial arts and state governance from Uncle Han, all for the purpose of avenging his family and clearing his grandfather's grievances one day.

But Aunt Song is her mother. Once he calls her mother, he treats her as his bride. If he doesn't take action when his mother is bullied, he would be unworthy of being a son.

No matter whether he took action or not, it would be unfilial. If he didn't take action, he would be sorry for his adoptive mother, and if he took action, he would be sorry for his grandfather's instructions. He could only lower his head and remain silent.

"Xiaojiu, I know what you mean, but you have to endure it. The young master today is not a simple person at first glance. What if his family investigates and finds you?

I know you're doing this for me, but we have plenty of ways to deal with someone like him, so why do we have to do it in public?"

Song Yanzhi spoke earnestly. She had never been a soft-tempered person, but for the sake of her children, she could endure it.

If Ah Jiu hadn't taken action today and knocked down the young man's horse, she would have had a way to get back at him quietly.

"Auntie, I was wrong."

It took Ah Jiu a long time to utter these words.

"Auntie knows you are a good child. If you were in another identity, you wouldn't have done this. But Jiu, you will be returning to the capital in the future. What kind of place is the capital?

That is a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones behind. That is a place where people may be the best to you on the surface, but may turn around and stab you twice.

Do you understand? "

"Yes, thank you for your advice, auntie."

Ajiu then lowered his head in shame. His family was full of injustices. Uncle Han, the teacher who was like a father to him, was going to kill Uncle Han's family because of him.

If his actions were discovered today and he was thrown into jail, how could he know that his and his brother's identities would not be exposed.

Now the enemy is still watching them. If they are exposed, not only he and his brother will die, but also Uncle Han and Aunt Song who are watching over him and his brother.

"Tomorrow, I'll have your Uncle Han take you and Da Wa to school. You must get along well with your classmates and be careful and cautious. If you're undecided about anything, tell me and your Uncle Han."

"Yes, the child knows."

"Go down and play with your brothers."

Song Yanzhi's injury was on her back, and she couldn't see whether it was serious. After she rested, she only felt a burning pain on her entire back. She had no choice but to call the mute girl over and apply some gold medicine to her.

Even though she had wounds on her body, she didn't go out and dealt with the bamboo shoots and wild vegetables she had picked yesterday.

Summer bamboo shoots are bitter and unpalatable. Song Yanzhi had soaked the bamboo shoots in salt water overnight. Today, she put rice washing water in the pot, cut the bamboo shoots in half, put them into the rice washing water, and boiled them over high heat.

The summer bamboo shoots made in this way are not only not bitter, but also have the fragrance of rice and the fragrance of the bamboo shoots themselves.

Song Yanzhi took out half of the cooked bamboo shoots, leaving enough for her middle-aged self to eat, and put them outside in the sun to dry. She prepared to make sour bamboo shoots with the other half.

The bamboo shoots she left behind were for making pickled pork with preserved vegetables at noon.

Yan Du Xian is a famous dish in the south of the Yangtze River. It is often cooked in spring when fresh bamboo shoots come out. It is paired with meat pickled in the twelfth month of the previous year and simmered in a casserole over low heat to make a bowl of delicious and rich Yan Du Xian.

During the spring rainy season, drinking a bowl of freshly cooked pickled pork with preserved vegetables is so pleasant.

Song Yanzhi showed the mute girl how to make pickled pork with preserved vegetables. After a long while, the mute girl finally understood what she was doing and nodded, then she started cutting the bacon.

If you ask why Song Yanzhi doesn't make it, it's because she always believes that only authentic people from the south of the Yangtze River can make the flavor of pickled pork with preserved vegetables.

Song Yanzhi put the pickled pork with preserved vegetables in the casserole, and quickly stir-fried the wild vegetables, cut out a portion to make a cold dish, and dried the rest, which would also be delicious when made into pickled mustard greens.

At noon, the sun was so hot that people's foreheads were oily. Song Yanzhi took the children away and asked them to read and play in the house.

When it comes to reading, only Ajiu and Dawa know more words. Ajiu knew how to read because he had a proper teacher to teach him at home, while Dawa knew how to read because he was a self-taught person.

Once, Song Yanzhi wanted the eldest child to take care of her two younger brothers, so she drew many picture books for them and added short stories to them. When the eldest child had nothing to do, he would take the second child to read the picture books.

In her spare time, Song Yanzhi would take picture books and teach the eldest and second child to recognize words. The eldest child was two years older than the second child and could recognize words faster. Song Yanzhi let the eldest child learn new words to teach his younger brother. After a few times, the eldest child could recognize quite a few words.

At this time, Erwa and Tuantuan are reading picture books, while Ajiu and Dawa can already read travel notes.

Song Yanzhi didn't care what books the children read. As long as they were not pornographic books that children couldn't read, she would buy them any books they wanted to read.

The brothers were all reading and no one was playing with the third child. He lay on the ground, crawling around, looking at one brother and then at that brother.

Logically speaking, the third child is over one year old and should be able to walk. However, in the first two months, they were in a hurry and did not teach the third child to walk seriously. Now that things have settled down, it is time to put this matter on the agenda.

While Song Yanzhi was thinking about it, she saw Sanwa standing up with the help of the legs of the armchair. He put his hands on the chair, and his two chubby legs like lotus root nodes moved in and out. He seemed very proud of himself for being able to stand up. He grinned, and his saliva dripped from his mouth, soaking the bib on his chest.

He played for a while, then suddenly let go and walked step by step towards another armchair.

On the armchair, there was a red date that was casually placed there by a child.

Song Yanzhi held her breath and slowly walked behind Sanwa. She didn't dare to disturb the child, and was afraid that Sanwa would fall to the ground, so she followed carefully step by step.

Sanwa walked unsteadily, swaying a bit, but he didn't fall. When he got the red dates and wanted to show off to his mother, he found Song Yanzhi was right beside him.

He threw himself into Song Yanzhi's arms with a smile: "Mom~"

Song Yanzhi felt her eyes were slightly sour.