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.,At this time, Zhu Ping'an's heart was filled with warmth. The family members of this life, whether it was his hot-tempered mother, his taciturn father, or his older brother who was about ten years old but surprisingly mature and honest, were all kind to him from the bottom of their hearts.。