Transmigrated as a Peasant Baby Who is Pampered by All-Chapter 311 - 227: Water Hyacinth

Water hyacinth is a plant that floats on the water’s surface. Because there is a gourd-like swollen part between its leaves and roots, it’s called water hyacinth.

The water hyacinth is quite frost-resistant. Winters here aren’t particularly cold, at least it doesn’t snow. Moreover, it’s already almost February, and the temperature has risen a lot.

So now, the water hyacinth is also lush green. Last year’s water hyacinth was dark green, and the new shoots are tender and jade green.

Little Rice also knows that the water hyacinth’s flowers are particularly beautiful; flower stems grow from the plant, blooming into blue-purple flowers.

"Is this called water hyacinth? Little Rice, you’re so smart! It’s my first time seeing this,"

Wei Ziang’s voice brought Little Rice back to her senses, and she coughed awkwardly twice.

"Isn’t there some book about flowers at Second Sister’s place? The water hyacinth blooms beautifully, and it even has a name called Fengyan Lan."

The books at Second Sister’s place indeed have it, just not under the name water hyacinth. She just accidentally blurted it out quickly.

Luckily, Wei Ziang didn’t notice. He simply nodded, "Oh, I see. Just hearing the name Fengyan Lan makes one know this flower is beautiful, although water hyacinth seems more fitting."

At least for now, the water hyacinth hasn’t bloomed, so it’s hard to tell if it’s beautiful.

Little Rice secretly grinned, that’s right, it hasn’t bloomed yet, but once it does, we’ll see what it looks like.

"Big Brother, let’s get a few to take home. They grow really fast, and we can chop them up to feed pigs and chickens,"

She said, preparing to go down, but as soon as she took a step, she was held back. She turned her head—it was Wei Ziang. Little Rice looked at him, confused.

What’s he pulling me for? There aren’t many water hyacinths in this pond anyway, though there are some fallen by the road, already dead, clearly collected by someone.

These water hyacinths aren’t particularly useful, but for feeding pigs and chickens, they’re just as good as wild pig grass. Surely others know this too, having them at home is far more convenient than gathering them outside, right?

Especially when it rains, catching them in the pond at home is much easier than her dad going out every day hunting for pig weeds in the rain, right?

No wonder Little Rice’s thoughts are so innocent and predictable. With just one glance, Wei Ziang understood Little Rice’s confusion, giving a helpless smile.

"It’s been raining for several days, look, there’s moss growing on the steps, it’s slippery. If you just go down like that, be careful not to fall into the water."

Though she can swim, the weather is still cold. If she falls into the water, she’d probably get sick.

Little Rice also realized, "Then what should we do? Wait a few days?"

No need to wait. Wei Ziang’s eyes scanned around and quickly spotted a bundle of branches placed at the edge not far away.

Those were probably used for setting up vegetable poles while gardening.

"Use those. I’ll go get a couple of branches, and we can pick some off the edge. Didn’t you say they grow fast? Just a few should be enough."

Then, the two borrowed a couple of branches. They were quite long, and standing by the water’s edge, leaning against the railing, they could easily reach the water hyacinths.

One person couldn’t exert strength well solo, so the two of them, one on each side, hoisted a water hyacinth with a forceful lift, landing it on the bank.

It was quite easy; they pulled out a few more, and when they felt they had enough, they returned the branches.

"Who are you guys? What are you doing with my stuff?" Just as they were about to put the branches down, someone shouted angrily.

Looking up, a little boy of about seven or eight was glaring at their hands holding the branches.

He probably mistook them for thieves.

Little Rice gave a sweet smile, "We didn’t steal anything, we just borrowed them for a little bit and now we’re returning them, by the way, thank you for your things."

Little Rice is adorable, her cheeks like peeled eggs, with big, round, sparkling eyes, and her smile as sweet as if she’d eaten lots of honey.

Even her voice is crisp, polite, and particularly pleasant and likable.

The little boy probably had never seen such a cute child before. She was nothing like the kids in the village; more like a lady from a wealthy household. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But those young ladies have different social standings and would never spare a glance for children by the road, let alone give such a sweet smile.

So the moment Little Rice looked up and spoke, the boy’s face turned red, and he probably hadn’t even heard what Little Rice actually said.