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.,A group of rambunctious kids ran down the hill, yelling and shouting. They were afraid of getting home late and being punished by their elders.,“Ouch, Mother! I won't dare again.” Zhu Ping’an took the egg and pretended to yelp in pain.。