Rise of the Humble O

The landlord's family was wealthy and had hundreds of acres of good farmland. Renting it out brought in enough income each year to support the average person for an entire lifetime. With money, they could buy more land or set up several shops. Money makes more money; life is as sweet as honey. For impoverished families, their meager three-tenths of an acre of land barely yielded enough to fill their bellies. They had to rent land to grow crops. In ancient times, there were no policies to exempt landowners from taxes. After a year of hard work, they could barely afford to feed their families after paying exorbitant taxes and rent.,“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.,At this time, Zhu Ping'an's heart was filled with warmth. The family members of this life, whether it was his hot-tempered mother, his taciturn father, or his older brother who was about ten years old but surprisingly mature and honest, were all kind to him from the bottom of their hearts.。