A daily intelligence report; in chaotic times and famine years, grain is plentiful.

Outside of Black Wind Ridge, apart from some key routes, there was no longer any sign of government troops guarding the area.

Led by Hu Jin, Wang Laoqi headed deeper into Black Wind Ridge.

The mountain path was extremely rugged, and the group had a very difficult time walking.

Despite the pain from his wound, Wang Laoqi rode his horse slowly forward.

Nearly an hour later, they finally arrived at the large expanse of reclaimed land.

According to Hu Jin, the dozens of acres in front of them are only one of them; there are nearly 300 acres in other parts of Black Wind Ridge.

Wang Laoqi stood there blankly, looking at the scene before him, feeling a surge of excitement.

If he remembered correctly, Hu Jin had also said that this potato had an extremely high yield, with a yield per acre that was much higher than that of ordinary crops.

With such a large tract of land, the Wang family can store even more grain after the autumn harvest.

"Sir, this is one of the potato fields. There's another one to the north."

Hu Jin said in a humble voice, then turned around, took the basket of sprouted potatoes, and prepared to plant them, just like he had done when he followed Chen Mo to farm.

"Master, no one else has discovered these lands yet. If we find all the other fields, we'll be rich."

"The servant standing to the side said excitedly."

"Chen Mo didn't die in vain; at least he left some land behind. It's just a pity he couldn't avenge Mang'er with his own hands."

Wang Laoqi muttered to himself.

At this moment, the servants who had been discussing the matter suddenly fell silent.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help!"

Wang Laoqi said sternly.

But the group of servants behind him did not respond.

Old Wang frowned, turned around and scolded, "Didn't you hear me? Hurry up and find more people..."

His voice stopped abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

At this moment, the twenty or so servants in front of Wang Laoqi were all stunned, staring at their side with fear in their eyes.

Wang Laoqi frowned and slowly turned his head.

No more than fifty paces away from him, a familiar figure stood quietly.

Wang Laoqi knew that face all too well, and every day he hated it so much he gritted his teeth.

Chen Mo!

Wang Laoqi opened his mouth, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Wasn't this guy dead?

Could the news be fake?

How did this traitor end up here...?

At this moment, Chen Mo's expression was unusually calm as he said indifferently, "Wang Laoqi, what are you doing here? Are you perhaps planning to help me plant all the land?"

This simple sentence, however, made Wang Laoqi and the others feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Behind Chen Mo were nearly forty other people.

These people were all carrying weapons; you could tell at a glance they were no pushovers.

On Wang Laoqi's side, although there were more than forty people in total, how could these servants and guards possibly be a match for Chen Mo and his band of bandits?

"Chen Mo... what are you doing here?"

Wang Laoqi took a step back, slipped, and fell to the ground.

The group of servants behind him were also so frightened that they stood frozen in place, completely afraid to move.

Chen Mo slowly took two steps forward and smiled, "That's the question I should be asking you. What are you planning to do here with so many people?"

As he spoke, Chen Mo slowly raised the bow and arrow in his hand.

Wang Laoqi was terrified and scrambled backward, shouting, "Attack! Kill this traitor, and there will be a great reward!"

But the group of guards beside him were also filled with fear.

In the eyes of these people, Chen Mo was no longer the ordinary boy from Lingtou Village he once was.

This guy is currently at the top of the imperial court's wanted list. He's a bandit that even the Zhenbei Army couldn't wipe out, so how could their group of guards possibly be a match for him?

"None of you are getting away today."

Chen Mo said coldly, waving his hand.

The people behind him immediately raised their bows and arrows and shot at Wang Laoqi and his group.

If these people are allowed to come down the mountain alive, the news that Chen Mo is still alive will definitely leak out, and then Black Wind Ridge will not be at peace.

The people around Wang Laoqi were all hit by arrows and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

Wang Laoqi was so frightened that he wet himself. Although he hadn't been hit by an arrow, his old wound had flared up again, leaving him with no strength to escape.

"Chen Mo! Spare me!"

His face was pale, and he was trembling all over. As Chen Mo approached step by step, he could only kneel on the ground.

Chen Mo slowly walked up to him, stopped, and looked down at him.

"Wang Laoqi, when you persecuted the villagers of Lingtou Village, did you ever think of this day? Back then, your whole family wanted to kill me, even using the government to persecute me. Are you surprised that I'm still alive today?"

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have opposed you, I shouldn't have harmed you. I'll give you everything the Wang family owns—all the shops, all the land deeds—just spare my life!"

Wang Laoqi kowtowed repeatedly.

Chen Mo remained silent, as images flashed through his mind.

In his previous life, he was harmed by the Wang family, and his entire family starved to death.

Now, facing Wang Laoqi, who is still persecuting him in this life, he feels no pity whatsoever.

It was Wang Laoqi who had led me to the execution ground.

He has survived to this day thanks to his ruthless spirit.

"Wang Laoqi, it's time to pay back the debt you owe Lingtou Village?"

A murderous glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.

"I'll pay it back! I'll pay it back! I'm willing to pay any amount!"

Wang Laoqi, like a stray dog, kowtowed desperately.

"Of course you have to pay it back, but you'll have to pay it back with your life."

Chen Mo said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Laoqi felt a sudden sense of despair, but just as he raised his head to continue begging for mercy...

The next moment, Wang Laoqi could no longer utter a single word.

A flash of light, and he fell to the ground.

This tyrant, who had plagued Lingtou Village for many years, finally died on Black Wind Ridge.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Chen Mo's eyes remained completely unmoved.

"Clean up all these bodies."

Chen Mo said calmly.

"Brother Mo, there's still one survivor."

"That's what others are saying."

Chen Mo turned his head and saw a familiar face appear in front of him.

"Don't kill me, Chen Mo, it's me, Old Hu."

At this moment, Hu Jin was also so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, completely unable to move.

He had seen clearly what happened to Wang Laoqi.

Chen Mo slowly walked towards him, still gripping the knife tightly in his hand.

"Old Hu? Which Old Hu?"

Chen Mo's lips curled up.

"We're from the same village, and I've known your father for many years. Please don't kill me."

Hu Jin quickly begged for mercy.

"If you had come up the mountain with us back then, things wouldn't be like this now, would they? We let you go back then because of our kinship with each other from the same village. We never expected you to be so shameless as to side with Wang Laoqi and turn against your own fellow villagers."

Chen Mo said in an icy voice.

"It's my fault for being senile, Chen Mo, please have mercy. I'm willing to go back to the village and continue to work for you."

Hu Jin knelt down and begged for mercy, no longer displaying the arrogance of his former seniority.

"Our village doesn't need someone like you who betrays their fellow villagers. Rest in peace..."

Chen Mo's eyes still held a hint of murderous intent.

With that, a flash of light appeared, and Hu Jin died on the spot...

Looking at the dead bully and the traitor before him, Chen Mo felt no emotion.