I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband Chapter 12

Chapter 12, not easy

When Han Qiao brought the three children to the yamen, he first found a yamen servant and stuffed him with a hundred copper coins, "Master, I want to ask, can women apply for household registration?"

The yamen servant looked at Han Qiao.

Raising eyebrows in confusion, "Do you want to apply for household registration?"

Han Qiao nodded slightly.

No matter what generation, having an identity registered in the government office is better than nothing.

For the sake of money, the yamen servant asked Han Qiao in a low voice, "Are you going to apply for household registration to buy a house or a field?"

"Yes." Han Qiao nodded quickly.

"It costs one liang of silver to apply for household registration, and one liang of silver to manage it. After the calculation, it costs two liang of silver. Have you prepared the silver?"

Han Qiao nodded.

Two taels of silver, she really has it.

The yamen servant moved closer to Han Qiao, and whispered to her, "Go in later, and you will say that you are my distant relative, and give me the money first."

Han Qiao hesitated for a moment and took out the silver. When he handed it over, he hesitated.

The yamen servant said unhappily, "I won't be greedy for your money, I just want to make a good sale with Mr. Dian Bo. Just don't worry, I will get your household registration done in a while."

"By the way, my surname is Gu."

Han Qiao brought her three children to follow behind the servant Gu, and the four mothers felt a little uneasy.

Fortunately, the Yamen servant Gu didn't lie to Han Qiao, and with his help, the household registration went smoothly.

Han's name is clever, from Ninghe Town, born in Yongning three years ago, left her thumbprint and palm print on the white paper, and the yellowed rice paper was handed to her, with the official seal on it.

When Han Qiao took it, it would be a lie to say that she was not excited.

After taking the three girls out of the Yamen, she took them to a brokerage firm.

"Mom, do we really want to buy a house?" Sun Xiu asked.

Han Qiao nodded slightly, "We have to prepare ourselves for retreat, just in case."

And this house cannot be bought in the town, it has to be bought in the countryside.

It's best to rely on the kind of mountain. If she can't survive, she can take the children into the mountains to pick herbs and sell the mountain products for money. She can live on and avoid Sun Yiming's family, which is very good.

Entering a brokerage firm, Han Qiao inquired about it. Houses in the countryside are not easy to sell, let alone those with a little land. Many of them are bought by the villagers themselves.

Come out of the brokerage firm.

Han Qiao was not discouraged, and took the three children to the cloth shop to pull fabrics.

She thought about going back to the Han's house in Xishan Village tomorrow to test a little, if she and Sun Yiming reconciled and brought the three daughters back to Xishan Village, could they accept them and let them settle down in Xishan Village.

It's just that you can't go back empty-handed. The most lacking thing in the country is cloth, so Han Qiao bought a few feet more cloth. Among other things, parents must have a suit of clothes.

Several nephews and nieces also have to buy some sugar and pastries.

There are two roads to go to Xishan Village, one mountain road is walking by legs, and the other road can be passed by horse-drawn carts and ox carts.

It is not difficult to hire an ox cart in the town, but the horse cart has to be booked in advance.

The carriage runs fast, starting in the morning and returning by noon. If her natal family didn't keep her for lunch and talk about herself, it could be earlier.

The fabric is not cheap, and a tael of silver is gone after a few clothes.

Stop by to buy vegetables and book a carriage.

"Mother..." Sun Ke whispered.

"Tomorrow, you, eldest sister and second sister will go back to grandma and grandpa's house with me."

"Okay." Sun Kexiao narrowed his eyes.

They didn't have to go with them, mainly because they were afraid of being beaten at home.

Niang was not there, no one was protecting them.

Going to the bookstore to get things back home, Han Qiao gave Sun Yiming the rice paper and ink, and explained to him that he was going back to her mother's house tomorrow.

Sun Yiming looked up at Han Qiao.

She was dressed in old clothes, her hair was simply pulled up in a bun, and she exuded a sense of calmness and gentleness all over her body.

Just looked at him indifferently.

She was just telling him, not asking for his opinion.

Seeing those clear and gentle eyes, Sun Yiming looked away guiltily, "Oh, go early and come back early."

Spread the rice paper in a panic, use a ruler to press down the rice paper, and pick up the brush to dip in the ink.

But I don't know how to write.

When she recovered, Han Qiao was no longer in the study.

Han Qiao was cutting the fabric, when she heard a knock on the door, Sun Ke went to open the door, "Grandma Heng."

"Ake, is your mother there?" Mrs. Heng asked, and she had already entered the yard.

"exist."

Sun Ke pedaled to keep up.

They all don't like Mrs. Heng, who likes to speak ill of people the most.

Han Qiao came out of the house, and Granny Heng immediately stepped forward and said, "Come here, Qiao, my aunt has something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Han Qiao asked.

Be wary of Mrs. Heng.

"Does your natal family have any sisters who are waiting to be married? They have the same temperament as you."

Good-looking, gentle and easy-going.

Did not make a sound even after being beaten.

This kind of daughter-in-law, Mrs. Heng, is very satisfied. She married Heng Yi as her daughter-in-law. Who dares to say that she has treated Heng Yi badly?

"It seems that there is no such thing. Auntie can ask Matchmaker Wu."

Of course Mrs. Heng knows.

She just didn't want to pay the matchmaker.

"Ham, I don't want you to come from the country, so why don't I ask you first?"

Grandma Heng said, and glanced at the main room, "Is this making clothes? Is Sun Tongsheng here?"

"he is at home."

"Did he hit you again?"

Han Qiao pursed her lips, and instead of answering the question, she asked Granny Heng, "Auntie, what's the matter with the injury on your forehead?"

When Mrs. Heng heard the words, her expression turned ugly.

"I'm sorry, alas, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll ask someone again. I have to find a good wife for that brat Heng Yi."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Heng twisted her waist and left.

Han Qiao looked at her slightly fat back, hehe.

It seems that the wound on Mrs. Heng's forehead has another hidden meaning. But this is someone else's business and has nothing to do with her.

"Ake, go and close the door."

Han Qiao went to the kitchen, she bought a silver carp about five catties, and planned to use it to make braised fish.

This fish has to be stewed, so that the soup tastes good.

Han Qiao went to kill the fish, he was fast, accurate and ruthless, scraped off the fish scales with a knife, and Sun Ke scooped up water to wash the fish for her.

Sun Xiu and Sun Yi haven't eaten fish yet, so they don't have the mind to make clothes at all, so they hurried to the kitchen to help light the fire, wash the pot, and watched Han Qiao cut the **** slices.

Put the oil in the pan, put the **** slices in and fry until fragrant, put the fish pieces in and fry until golden on both sides, pour a little white wine to remove the fishy smell, throw away two red peppers, pour a little soy sauce for coloring, and pour in an appropriate amount of salt, Finally, pour a large ladle of water, throw in two coiled green onions, and cover the wooden pot.

"Mother, it smells so good." Sun Ke sniffed, then asked softly, "Mother, is the fish delicious?"

Sun Xiu and Sun Yi also looked over together.

Poor boy, he has seen fish, but he has never eaten it.

Sun Yiming spends his days and nights outside, regardless of his wife and daughter's misery.

"It's delicious, you can eat more later."

Han Qiao's cooking skills are really good, and the food stewed in a large iron pot with firewood is even more delicious.

Stew fish in one pot and cook rice in one pot.

Wait until the fish comes out of the pan and the rice is ready.

"time to eat."

Han Qiao made a sound, and the three sisters immediately wiped the table, took chopsticks, and scooped rice.

Sun Yiming stood at the door of the kitchen, swallowing his saliva, "Have you cooked braised fish? It smells so good."

Han Qiao glanced at him, "Eat."

Tell the third child to slow down and be careful of fishbone.

Although the three children were greedy, they still ate delicately. They didn't gobble it up, and they didn't keep picking up fish, and they didn't pile up their bowls to the brim.

They have a bad life, but they learn the rules well.

(end of this chapter)

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