Rise of the Humble O

In this era, living habits are more important than a person's name. This is an age where old morality and Confucian ethics prevail. Without electricity or the internet, it might be bearable, but the Three Bonds and Five Constants, the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, and the belief in fate all run rampant. Therefore, those protagonists in novels who, upon traveling through time, instantly command respect with their aura and become unbeatable with a cheat code are pure fantasy. If you were to travel through time like that, you would be burned to ashes by village elders or similar figures long ago. In this feudal society where tradition consumes people, any deviation from the norm could lead to being labeled as possessed by a demon and burned at the stake.,The moment Zhu Ping'an stepped through the door, he bumped into his mother of this life, Chen Shi. Chen Shi was standing at the entrance of the courtyard with a stern expression, glaring at him. Seeing him return in such a haphazard manner, her eyes softened like ice meeting spring. She had been waiting for him to come back specifically. Chen Shi was in her thirties, dressed as a young married woman. Her eyebrows carried a hint of fierceness, and she wore her hair in an updo with a chipped hairpin. On her clean, matching top and bottom garments, there were two patches.,“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.。