Transmigrated as a Peasant Baby Who is Pampered by All-Chapter 522 - 321: Sugarcane (Part 2)

But then Jiang Yu, who was with them, made him laugh immediately: "Your brother is just like me, he doesn’t have as much as you do."

Looking down, it was true. The three of them were obviously together, but Xiaomi had the most, while Xiaocao and Jiang Wei had much less compared to her.

Xiaomi was also a little surprised: "Really? I didn’t even notice."

Jiang Wei picked up a roasted peanut, not minding at all.

"It’s completely normal. Wasn’t it always like this before? Everyone likes big sister. Every time they grab some, they leave a bit loose for us but tighter for big sister. Walking through a whole village, of course she ends up with a lot more."

This was a regular occurrence, and he was used to it after so many years.

Back in Fu’an Village, everyone knew his sister was a lucky charm, so they favored her. Even here, where they didn’t know his sister was a lucky charm, they still instinctively favored her.

Xiaomi gave two handfuls each into their bags, then clapped her hands happily: "Okay, now we all have the same amount!"

"Thank you, Xiaomi!"

Jiang Wei touched his cloth bag, smiling to the point his eyes curved into crescents.

It was getting late, and some homes already had smoke rising lazily from their chimneys. Xiaomi said goodbye to Xiaocao and then led Jiang Wei home.

The Jiang household was a bit far from the village, so most people visited it last, leading them to encounter many other kids on their way back.

These kids, upon seeing Xiaomi and Jiang Wei, greeted them warmly, even if they didn’t usually play together. It was obvious that today’s haul at the Jiang family’s was very satisfying.

As they just reached their doorstep, they bumped into Xiaoxue, who came out looking for them.

"I was just saying you’d be back soon. Was it fun?"

Xiaomi nodded repeatedly, and happily placed a big handful of seeds and peanuts into Xiaoxue’s hand: "Second sister, this is for you. Happy New Year!"

Jiang Wei promptly followed suit with his handful: "Happy New Year, second sister."

Laughing, Xiaoxue kept the seeds: "Happy New Year. Alright, go home and eat quickly."

It’s been three years since she and big brother stopped going around visiting. In previous years, when the younger siblings came back, they shared their loot with them.

"Okay, I’ll go find big brother and little brother first." Xiaomi jogged into the house with Jiang Wei close behind.

Indeed, the siblings shared some of today’s treats with their two brothers.

No matter if the family needed them or not, who would refuse the goodwill of the younger siblings?

Last night’s meal had too many leftovers, so the stepmother only reheated half. They finished this for lunch, and the rest would be finished by the evening, preventing any waste.

During the meal, Xiaomi shared some news she overheard on the way: "Dad, mom, today while visiting with other kids, we heard someone say their family wants to raise eels."

"Raise eels?" Jiang Hu was slightly stunned: "Eels dig tunnels, how can you raise them properly?"

Eels are not cheap, and if they can be raised, it would surely make money.

But the challenge lies there; unlike fish that just need water, eels can dig tunnels, so what if they escape?

Moreover, eel fry aren’t easy to source. Unless you catch them yourself, buying them would be costly.

Xiaomi had ideas in mind but felt it wasn’t the right moment to share them.

"Don’t know, that kid said his dad wants to come ask you about it."

Jiang Hu sighed: "I’ve never raised eels, asking me won’t help."

Xiaomi giggled: "But dad, you’re really talented, so others think you should know everything."

Jiang Hu shook his head: "Let’s eat. If they come, we’ll talk then. If not, let’s pretend we know nothing."

"Okay, got it."

After Xiaomi finished speaking, Wei Ziang also had a question: "Uncle, I remember you mentioned wanting to plant sugar canes and make brown sugar. Do you still plan to plant them?"

Jiang Hu was momentarily taken aback before remembering that was years ago.

Back then, they made syrup using sorghum stalks, earning quite a bit of silver. Originally, they planned to plant sugar canes. Liu Ze even said his parents could help buy some sorghum seeds.

Jiang Hu was tempted at the time, but ultimately declined.

Mainly because the Jiang family was already quite noticeable; he didn’t want to be too conspicuous. Everyone knows how expensive sugar is—he couldn’t downplay how much he earned if he tried.

The Jiang family, back in Fu’an Village, was always a single household, with no close neighbors or kinfolk in the village.

Because of this, Jiang Hu had to give up the idea of planting sugar cane. After all, he valued keeping his family safe over attracting unwelcome attention.

And so, several years passed, and he almost forgot about planting sugar cane, continuing to use sorghum stalks annually to make syrup.

This year, they went to Nanyang Prefecture, and even Qixi and Aunt Yang called on people to help with it.

Wei Ziang’s sudden mention of this surprised not only Jiang Hu but everyone else as well.

Unexpectedly, it was Jiang Yu who spoke up first: "Dad, I actually think that now, we wouldn’t have to worry so much about planting sugar cane."

Xiaomi quickly responded, surprised: "Why?"

Jiang Yu smiled: "Because of Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu and Aunt Qian are influential in Cheng County. We sold grain and vegetables in Xiangmu Village for so long without any trouble."

"Just like back in Fu’an Village, people know our close ties with the Liu family, so they wouldn’t bother us."

"Moreover, there’s no news about Xiaomi anymore; those wealthy folks won’t care about the small profits from sugar canes, so naturally, there’s nothing to worry about."

Xiaomi bit into a crispy bone, crunching loudly.

She agreed with her big brother; perspectives on the same issue vary between places.

In Fu’an Village, the Jiang family was initially the poorest but later prospered. If not for being discreet, and her parents’ low profile, it might have aroused feelings of ’resentment towards the rich.’

But in Xiangmu Village, things were different.