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.,“Little Piglet, Little Piglet, it's time to go home. Be careful, or your mother will beat you until you cry.”,It had been over ten days since Zhu Ping'an arrived in this era. He had transitioned from feeling out of place to accepting the situation with resignation.。