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.,Of course, from the outside looking in, the Zhu family seemed to be doing alright. Compared to the common thatched-roof mud brick houses found in the village, the Zhu family at least had a traditional wooden structure compound. However, in reality, the Zhu family was worse off than most ordinary families in the village.,"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.。