Rise of the Humble O

On the west side of the village stood a high hill, from which one could see most of the village. On top of the hill stood a tigerish boy of about five or six years old, gazing at the village with emotion.,The beautiful scenery of green mountains and clear water is nice, but it's of little use when transportation is inconvenient and people rely on nature for food. They are constantly ravaged by natural disasters. Those struggling to make ends meet have little time for anything besides food. It's more practical to give them a coarse flour bun than to show them the sunrise rising over the mountains.,“Mother, oh, it hurts, it hurts! I'm not a child of two or three anymore,” Zhu Ping’an cried for mercy, his chubby little hand clutching Chen’s arm, tiptoeing to lessen the pain.。