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.,Eggs! Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up. After ten days of coarse tea and plain rice, he finally saw some meat.。