Transmigrated as a Peasant Baby Who is Pampered by All-Chapter 368 - 246: Second Madam’s Thoughts

With just a basket and a sickle, when Xiaocao was cutting pig grass, Xiaomi would hold the basket for her.

Xiaocao was someone who talked a lot.

It might have been rare for someone to accompany her to work, after all, even when others searched for pig grass, they rarely gathered in groups, and even if they did, they were busy with their own tasks.

They might even argue over who spotted a patch of wild pig grass first.

So at this moment, working with Xiaomi made her extremely enthusiastic.

The two talked about everything as they went from one end of the village to the other, like which family’s girl had a bad temper, which family’s boy liked to fight, and which child was already engaged.

It didn’t matter whether Xiaomi knew them or not, as long as they could chat.

Of course, Xiaomi didn’t forget to ask when her family’s sow could give birth to another litter of piglets.

Yesterday in town, Xiaomi found out that if you wanted to buy an intact pig, you had to reserve it in advance right after the sow gave birth.

After all, meat from an intact pig tastes gamey, so those who raise sows will castrate the piglets as soon as they are a month old. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Only by booking in advance, preferably by paying a deposit, would pig farmers save a pair for you.

After considering all options, it seemed that going to Xiaocao’s family was the most convenient anyhow; going to the city to find someone else was not suitable.

Who knows if she could sneak out at that time.

Xiaomi asked in detail, and Xiaocao understood.

"Xiaomi, doesn’t your family raise pigs?"

"Yes, we do. My dad goes out every day to find wild pig grass, but we don’t have a sow. I’ve never even seen what a sow looks like."

That wasn’t a lie, but it seemed Xiaocao’s attention was elsewhere.

"Really? Your dad is the one who looks for pig grass?"

The incredulous tone made it sound like it was something remarkable.

Xiaomi looked at her suspiciously: "Yeah, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with that?"

Xiaocao opened her mouth: "It seems there isn’t anything wrong."

But in her family, no, in most of the village, it’s the women or kids who search for pig grass, even in her family.

Even when her brother was born and her mother was in confinement, the job fell to her grandmother, not her grandfather or dad.

Dad and grandpa did the heavy work, like carrying manure or digging and carrying grain home, while other trivial tasks were for the women.

Xiaomi didn’t overthink like Xiaocao; she rarely did chores at home, only stepping in when it got busy, and limited to tasks around the house.

"Xiaocao, when is your sow going to have piglets again? Can you let me see them? I’ve never seen newborn piglets before."

Xiaocao snapped back to reality: "No problem, but it’ll probably be a few months. They can give birth twice a year, so the next one will probably be in fall."

"It’s okay, I’m not in a hurry. Just remember to tell me then."

It’s just a few more months anyway, which gives her time to figure out how to buy a pair of piglets successfully without her parents knowing.

Sadly, she also asked about buying yaks and sheep in the city yesterday, but unfortunately, everyone said they’d never seen them in Cheng County.

Later on the road, she realized she had asked the wrong people; she’d been asking ordinary townsfolk women.

How would she get answers like that? Many didn’t even know what a yak or sheep was.

This matter would probably need Liu Ze’s parents, or some well-connected merchants and caravans in the city to sort out.

Sadly, she didn’t have enough time yesterday to inquire about it.

With someone to accompany her, Xiaocao worked much faster, and after digging up pig grass, with nothing else to do, they picked up a bamboo basket, saying they’d go catch fish with Xiaomi.

There were several ponds in the village, and various canals and ditches, all with small fish, and even big fish in the ponds; Uncle Liu once caught a white carp so big it barely fit in a wooden basin.

Though ponds weren’t as convenient as rivers for catching fish, when cravings struck, each household had its way, just differing by amount.

Xiaomi’s method of using a bamboo basket as a trap was very common, and they didn’t even need worms as bait. Instead, they used cooked beans ground into powder and molded them into balls.

"Smells great, can people eat this too?" Xiaomi picked up a ball the size of a marble, brownish-yellow, smelling of roasted soybeans, which was really fragrant.