When Zhu Ping'an heard that there were still young boys in the village called "Dog Sister" and even "Dog Shit", he suddenly felt a wave of relief after surviving a disaster. Xiao Zhì, Zhì'er, compared to the previous two names, tasted much more bland.,After running down the slope, Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked down. He saw a small piece of noodles lying on the ground, fluttering in the wind.,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.。