This is Xiahe Village, an ordinary yet extraordinary little village.,In modern times, this place could undoubtedly be called the most beautiful village. However, in ancient times, it was quite different; it was simply poor and backward with no beauty.,“Mother, oh, it hurts, it hurts! I'm not a child of two or three anymore,” Zhu Ping’an cried for mercy, his chubby little hand clutching Chen’s arm, tiptoeing to lessen the pain.。