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.,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.,"Phooey, you're only five," Chen lowered her head and looked at her five-year-old son as he said this, a strange feeling of amusement washing over her. Her youngest son, with his energetic and lively nature, was much more spirited than his older brother.。