So, over the past ten days in this world, Zhu Ping'an has been diligently playing the role of a child. He has been careful and cautious, trying his best not to do anything out of line, for fear of being tied to a wooden frame and grilled. He definitely doesn't want to be someone who speaks up for himself (with salt).,Along the way, the irregular arrangement of thatched huts and earthen houses, Xiashan Village, although nestled by mountains and water, remained a remote and impoverished village. The local people's utilization of the mountains and water was limited to meeting their basic needs. To build a house, they would go up the mountain to cut down a few trees to bring back as beams; when there was no rice for cooking, they would go up the mountain to find some wild vegetables and fruits, or fish a couple of small fish from the river to cook. The feudal peasant economy still relied on farming, and most villagers struggled to make ends meet with their three-tenths of an acre of land. Only a few landlords were relatively wealthy.,The Zhu family was still doing alright, with over ten acres of good farmland. They were considered a middle-class family in the village. However, with so many mouths to feed and Uncle's reluctance to work, plus the high expenses of his studies and examinations for government service, the old Zhu family was also struggling financially.。