A very natural inheritance, Lu Ren had no better explanation. After all, in the village where he lived as a child, people often gave children humble nicknames with the belief that it would help them survive.
And in ancient times, the infant mortality rate was quite high for children born in ordinary families due to extremely poor production resources and living environment. Poor families had to have more children, raising them casually, and considering one or two surviving was already quite good.
Erwa ran swiftly all the way, carrying Lu Ren to a thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain.
This thatched cottage was dilapidated and showed signs of repair, but the craftsmanship was truly unbearable to look at, even damaging the overall structure of the house, making it seem shaky, as if it would fall at a gust of wind.
Lu Ren shook his head at the sight.
"Do you live here?"
