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.,Isn't it a little strange for a child to express such feelings,Eggs! Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up. After ten days of coarse tea and plain rice, he finally saw some meat.。