Transmigrated as a Peasant Baby Who is Pampered by All-Chapter 225 - 198: I’ll Take Care of Little Brother! (Part 2)

"Little brother, you take a nap first. I’ll wake you up when we get home. Don’t worry, I’m holding you, there’s no bad people."

Xiaomi held Wei Ziang’s hand, never letting go since bringing him out of the space.

After all, Wei Ziang was still young; his little body couldn’t hold on any longer. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was fast asleep.

After all, he had been woken up by Xiaomi when he was very sleepy, changed into clothes, and then brought outside again while he was asleep, and woken up once more.

At this moment, he was indeed very uncomfortable, especially wanting to sleep.

Xiaomi was a little better, worried that Wei Ziang might talk in his sleep or something, she stayed awake, waiting until they got home, finally feeling a bit relieved.

Because they were delayed in town and left relatively late, by the time they returned, Jiang Hu, his second wife, and the others were no longer in the fields and had already gone home.

During this time, Xiao Xue had gotten used to watching over Xiaomi at home during the day. Today, with Xiaomi not home, she felt a bit uneasy and specially sat on the doorstep waiting.

Liu Ze was also nearby, watching Xiao Xue sew the shoe soles and chatting with her.

The carriage passed through the village, and Liu Ze was the first to see it. He quickly called out to Xiao Xue, "Xiao Xue, look, Grandpa and Xiaomi are back."

Xiao Xue put her needle and thread away, "Finally back, wonder how things are in town."

Fu’an Village, being too far from town, and having prepared early, suffered from the long drought but hadn’t yet reached a truly desperate time.

However, they had heard some situations from people coming to Fu’an Village to fetch water.

Anyway, it wasn’t easy outside.

Fortunately, due to the distance from the town, Fu’an Village remained relatively safe even under these conditions.

But even so, Liu Bo and Xiaomi going to town still worried the family a bit.

Liu Ze was a bit more optimistic, "It’s really okay, isn’t it? They’re back now, aren’t they?"

Though he said this, Liu Ze still turned back into the house, "I’ll go tell Uncle Jiang and Auntie, they were asking just now."

When the second wife came out wiping her hands, she happened to see Xiaomi getting off the carriage.

"Xiaomi’s back, you... huh? Who’s this child?"

Before finishing her sentence, she saw Xiaomi pulling a little boy out of the carriage.

Liu Bo explained helplessly, "Xiaomi found him and insisted on bringing him back."

Xiaomi, holding Wei Ziang, bounced over to her mother, "Mom, Second Sister, Ze Brother, his name is Wei Ziang, he’s very pitiful, doesn’t remember anything except his name."

She then looked up at the second wife with hopeful eyes, "Mom, let’s keep him, he’s so well-behaved."

The second wife was about to say something but burst into laughter, "You’re just a little kid yourself, talking about others being well-behaved."

Xiaomi puffed her cheeks, feeling quite justified. Wei Ziang wasn’t only obedient; he was also very good-looking.

During the time in the space, not only did Wei Ziang’s injuries almost completely heal, his complexion also improved, making him fair and tender.

When Xiaomi tugged his hand, he mimicked her, looking up expectantly with some trepidation at the second wife, "Aunty, my name is Wei Ziang."

His bright, clear eyes held a bit of confusion and helplessness, and he was dressed in ragged clothes, immediately softening the second wife’s heart.

"So it’s little Wei, come inside first. I’ll find you some better clothes. What you’re wearing is too cold."

The yellowed cotton was poking out, and the torn parts exposed his skin, his bare feet directly on the ground.

As a mother to several children, the second wife couldn’t bear such a sight. Without asking much, she picked up Wei Ziang, signaling Xiaomi and the others to follow.

Xiaomi secretly let out a sigh of relief. She had specially dressed Wei Ziang in his old clothes, partly because the things in her space couldn’t see the light of day, but also for this exact purpose.

However, Wei Ziang’s shoes were so worn out that they were useless, so he simply went barefoot. Fortunately, this little trick worked pretty well.

The second wife carried Wei Ziang into Jiang Yu’s room, fetching some of Jiang Yu’s old clothes for him.

While changing his clothes, she couldn’t help but notice the scars all over Wei Ziang’s body, crisscrossing from his back, over his waist and down to his thighs.

The second wife gasped, her tears fell silently, and her movements became tender and gentle.