In fact, it wasn't so. Although his body was that of a five or six-year-old child, inside he was a 21st-century graduate student in Classical Chinese who had been repeatedly crushed on the job market. He was penniless, powerless, and without a girlfriend. After 100 consecutive job rejections, he lamented before sleep that finding a job in his field as a literature major was as difficult as reaching the heavens. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he had become Zhu Ping'an, nicknamed Xiao Zhi, a little boy.,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.,“Ouch, Mother! I won't dare again.” Zhu Ping’an took the egg and pretended to yelp in pain.。