Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

"Captain Chen, I know that land couldn't grow anything before, but that's because no one really put in the effort to take care of it."

I want to give it a try, since the back mountain is deserted anyway and nobody uses it.

If it can really be grown, the clinic will be self-sufficient in medicinal herbs, and will not need to spend public funds to purchase them from outside, saving a lot of expenses each year.

If it doesn't grow well, it's just me putting in some effort; it won't interfere with the production team's work or cause them any trouble.

Zhou Haibing paused for a moment, as if adding a final, even tone to his last sentence:

"Since that land is just lying fallow anyway, I might as well give it a try. If I can actually grow something, it won't do any harm to the production team."

Chen Guoqiang stood there, his straw hat stopped fanning him, and looked at Zhou Haibing for a few seconds, as if weighing the weight of his words.

He also knew that it was a real pity that the land behind the mountain was left barren. The production team had tried to take it over several times before but failed, and then no one paid any attention to it anymore.

If Zhou Haibing could actually grow something—though the chances are slim—

That can be considered making use of waste. If it doesn't grow, it's just Zhou Haibing messing around for a while. It doesn't cost the public money or take up public labor, so it doesn't cause any loss to the production team.

He turned his straw hat upside down:

"Alright, since you insist, then I'll leave the management of the back mountain to you."

He paused, then added one more thing.

"But I have to tell you in advance, that place is difficult to deal with, so don't get your hopes up too high."

Zhou Haibing felt a weight lifted from his heart.

With the back mountain, he can plant Chinese medicinal herbs and various vegetables, and even raise chickens and pigs, thus solving the problem of the source of medicinal materials and food.

His constant reliance on Shennong Space for medicinal herbs and ingredients is not a sustainable solution and could easily arouse suspicion.

If he grows medicinal herbs, various vegetables, and even raises chickens and pigs on the back mountain, no one can doubt the source of his medicinal herbs and food ingredients.

As for the barrenness of the back mountain, that's not a problem at all; his Shennong Space contains a large amount of black soil.

He could easily solve the problem of the barren hillside by simply bringing the black soil from Shennong Space to the back mountain.

However, he didn't completely relax. He knew there were many people watching, and he was worried that he might not be able to secure the right to use the back mountain today.

Once he grows something on the back mountain, some people might get jealous, sabotage him behind his back, and encourage Captain Chen to take the land back.

One should always be wary of others, especially people like Wang Jinshan, and those who love to stir up trouble. You never know when they might use this incident to make a fuss.

"Captain Chen, there's one more thing," Zhou Haibing's voice rang out again, unhurried, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

"Could you provide me with a written document proving that I will be in charge of managing this back mountain from now on? That way, I won't let anyone get jealous and cause trouble for you again."

It's all written clearly in black and white, which saves everyone trouble.

As soon as these words were spoken, a few short chuckles rang out from the crowd.

Chen Lihua pursed her lips, her voice even louder than before, carrying an impatient anticipation of seeing him make a fool of himself:

"Zhou Haibing, you're really overthinking it. Even dogs don't go to that back mountain, who would want to compete with you for it? Do you think it's a gold mine?"

Zhao Xiuqin chimed in from the side, drawing out her own words:

"Exactly, who would want that lousy place if they had nothing better to do? They wouldn't even want it if they gave it away."

Wang Jinshan chimed in, his tone casual, as if to say, "You're being overly defensive."

"Hai Bing, you're being too cautious. If anything could grow on that land, the sun would rise in the west."

Chen Guoqiang was somewhat amused and exasperated by Zhou Haibing's request, and he grinned slightly:

"Who cares about that place in the back mountains? You don't need to be so cautious."

But seeing Zhou Haibing's serious expression and thinking about what he had just said, he realized that it wouldn't hurt to have it clearly written down in black and white.

"Alright, if you want proof, I'll give you one."

Come to the brigade headquarters at noon, I'll write this down for you and get it stamped, so you won't keep worrying about it.

Zhou Haibing nodded: "Okay, I'll go over at noon."

This matter is temporarily closed.

Just as the crowd was about to disperse and head towards the fields, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the village road.

Interspersed with this were the sounds of a person panting heavily and two other people shouting loudly, approaching from a distance.

It looked like something was rolling from the other end of the village toward this side, getting faster and bigger as it rolled.

Everyone's eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

Wang Aiju walked at the front, taking large, hurried steps, her face flushed red, and her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Her hair was a little messy, she probably didn't sleep well last night, and her eye sockets were a little dark, but her murderous aura was like that of a cow that had been provoked, and anyone who stood in her way would be in trouble.

Behind her followed two burly men, one tall and one short. The taller one looked to be in his forties or fifties, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a dark red face.

He was wearing a dark gray coarse cloth jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the bulging muscles on his forearms.

The shorter one was also in his early forties, half a head shorter than his brother, but he had broad shoulders and a thick back, a sturdy build that seemed to come from years of manual labor.

Each step he took carried an undisguised anger, the force of his foot stomping as if he wanted to stomp a hole in the dirt road.

The two men looked about 70-80% like Wang Aiju; the contours of their eyebrows and eyes were almost identical.

Someone recognized them and whispered:

"Those two are Wang Aiju's brothers from her maternal side. The taller one is called Wang Aiguo, and the shorter one is called Wang Aihua. The two brothers used to be known in the neighboring village as fearless troublemakers."

When Wang Aiju and her two older brothers passed by the clinic, they acted as if they didn't see Zhou Haibing and his family, their pace not slowing down at all.

Her gaze was fixed on the road ahead, the direction of which led to only one household in Chenjia Village—

The courtyard of Sun Deming's family at the east end of the village!

Her two older brothers followed behind. Wang Aiguo carried a wooden stick as thick as his wrist, while Wang Aihua was empty-handed, but her fists were clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The atmosphere in the crowd changed instantly.

The gossip that had been circulating about the back hill seemed to have been paused, and everyone's attention turned to Wang Aiju and her two brothers.

Chen Lihua's eyes lit up instantly. She slapped Zhao Xiuqin's arm hard, her voice low but unable to hide her excitement at the prospect of a good show:

"So she went to settle scores with Village Chief Sun? She went back to get reinforcements after he slapped her yesterday!" Zhao Xiuqin nodded quickly, echoing in a low voice.

"I knew it! She wouldn't let it go so easily. When has Wang Aiju ever suffered a loss? She's already here after just one night. That's fast."