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.,"Mother, I'll never wear open-crotch pants again." Zhu Ping'an, his short legs barely past the threshold, immediately began arguing for the right not to wear open-crotch pants.,“You still know how to feel pain. You’re out and about all day long, nowhere to be seen. When you were taken away by that flower-seller, your old mother finally found peace.” Mrs. Chen said, giving Zhu Pingan a glare. Thinking about the missing children in the county town made her uneasy, but luckily, the village was quite safe with people coming and going constantly.。