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

When Zhou Haibing woke up, it was already daylight.

Morning light streamed through the cracks in the window, casting a slanted band of light on the wall.

The air inside still carried the chill of the night, but the warmth of the sunlight was already seeping in little by little from the window.

He looked down at Li Su'e, who was still asleep in his arms. Her face was resting on his chest, her breathing was steady and long, and there was a faint smile on her lips, as if she was dreaming of something that made her feel at ease.

He gently pulled his arm away from under her neck, his movements very light and slow. She only moved slightly, turned her head to another side, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

He sat up, stepped over the edge of the mosquito net, and put his bare feet on the ground.

The ground still carried the chill of the night, which spread up from the soles of his feet, making him more awake.

He got dressed and walked to the door. The dark blue curtain was still in the same place. The night wind had stopped, and the curtain hung quietly, motionless.

He stood behind the curtain and listened to the sounds outside for a while. He could vaguely hear people talking in the distance, as well as roosters crowing—the kind of sounds that are typical for a normal morning.

He was certain that Li Su'e was still asleep and no one was knocking on the door, so he lowered the curtain again, sat down on the edge of the bed, and instead of disturbing her, he immersed his consciousness in the Shennong Space.

The light in the space was the same as always, a soft, even brightness that wasn't glaring.

He barely had time to adjust before his gaze fell directly on the land where Chinese medicinal herbs were planted, and then he froze completely.

That land has completely changed.

A layer of fine green shoots has sprouted on the surface of the soil, densely packed, like a layer of green down that has just floated up after being wet by rain.

The astragalus buds and leaves have already unfurled into two wide, round leaves, like two little hands stretching out from the soil.

Angelica seedlings have also sprouted their first leaves on tender branches. The edges of the leaves have fine serrations, and the color is a particularly fresh emerald green.

The tender shoots of Codonopsis pilosula sprout from the cracks in the soil, like tiny bamboo sticks, growing straight towards the light source. Each one stands upright, like a group of new recruits who have just lined up.

The entire area seemed to have been fast-forwarded, transforming from bare soil into a fuzzy green carpet.

The vibrant green shimmered with a slightly damp sheen in the soft natural light of the space, like a layer of moss that had just been washed by rain.

He quickly walked to the area of ​​grains and vegetables. The wheat seedlings had grown to the height of his fingers, row upon row, so neat as if they had been drawn with a ruler, their tender green tips trembling slightly in the air.

The cabbage seedlings sprouted two cotyledons, round and plump, like little open umbrellas.

The radish sprouts have already poked their heads out of the soil, a tender white section connected to two small leaves, which looks delightful.

The cucumber vines began to creep and extend along the ground, each vine with curled tendrils, searching for a more distant foothold.

Several of them had already climbed onto a branch he had casually stuck in the ground, wrapped around it twice, and become tightly entwined.

The seeds he planted just last night have already completed the germination process that would normally take several days in nature, thanks to the flow of time and the rich spiritual energy in the Shennong Space.

Zhou Haibing squatted down and gently touched the tender leaves of an astragalus plant. The leaves felt soft and moist, with tiny water droplets clinging to their edges.

It's as if the space itself is providing them with some kind of continuous energy for their growth.

He looked at each seedling in the row one by one. The astragalus plant already had three or four leaves, and each leaf was a whole size larger than yesterday.

The color changed from pale yellow to bluish-green, and the veins of the leaves became clear and even, as if someone had drawn them with an extremely fine brush.

He pulled out a small grass seedling to examine its roots. The roots were already as long as his little finger, white, and covered with fine downy hairs. When he held it in his hand, it had a slightly prickly feel.

He replanted the seedling, gathered the soil around it with his hands, and patted it to make it stand more steadily.

When his fingertips left the leaf, the seedling swayed slightly, as if responding to his touch.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the green seedlings, and the thought in his mind became clearer than it had been the night before.

He was no longer just passively surviving in this era with those supplies.

With this space, with its spiritual energy, and with its accelerated time flow, he could grow anything he wanted here.

From ordinary grains and vegetables to rare and precious medicinal herbs, from staple foods to feed ourselves to special supplies that may change certain key trends in the future,

This space is becoming a living, continuous, and self-renewing treasure trove, no longer just a warehouse of inanimate objects.

He imagined the medicinal herb seedlings soon growing into a harvest, the grains and vegetables soon being on the table, and the ornamental fish soon multiplying into a large population.

It felt like a small flame was rising inside me, warm and cozy, shooting from my chest all the way to my throat.

He stood in the middle of the green field, took a deep breath, and felt the fresh scent of damp earth and tender buds in the air, which carried a vibrant, new life force that flowed from his nostrils all the way to his lungs.

He walked around the planting area again, memorizing the growth of each plot.

The seedlings in the astragalus field are about two inches tall, with thick stems, sturdy leaves, and bright colors.

The germination rate of the angelica seedlings in that plot was better than yesterday, with dozens more new shoots emerging from the soil.

The Codonopsis pilosula plants are growing the best; the patch near the river is already three or four inches tall, with large, dense leaves that almost completely cover the soil underneath, creating a thick green carpet when viewed from afar.

In the grain section, the wheat had grown to his calves, standing neatly in rows, rustling in the wind like someone waving a giant fan in the distance.

The corn has also sprouted, with thick and sturdy stalks, large leaves, and finely serrated edges; each stalk stands firmly.

The cucumber vines had climbed far, their tendrils wrapping around the branches he had planted several times. Several small flower buds had also sprouted on the vines, golden yellow like a few pieces of gold embedded among the green leaves.

He walked to the edge of the pond and took a look. The blood-red dragon was swimming close to the surface of the water, with a small part of its dorsal fin sticking out of the water, gleaming with a dark red light in the sunlight.

It was a bit bigger than yesterday, and its scales looked as if they had been polished with fine sandpaper, each one gleaming with an oily sheen.

Several golden dragons with their backs crossed were chasing and playing nearby, their tails sweeping up streams of water that splashed onto the mud on the bank, leaving a small dark stain.

He stood by the pond for a while, feeling content. Everything in this space was growing well, and nothing gave him any trouble.

He turned around, preparing to exit the Shennong Space and return to the real world. He still needed to start a fire to cook, check if Li Su'e had woken up, and prepare for the new day.

Before his consciousness left the Shennong Space, he looked back at the tender green field one last time.

Those seedlings that quietly sprouted in the breath of the earth were growing peacefully in the morning light, as if the space itself was making a promise to him in a silent language.

Tiny water droplets still clung to the tips of the tender buds, shimmering in the soft light. From a distance, the entire field looked like it was covered with a layer of broken silver.

The smile on his lips deepened, then he snapped out of his daze and returned to the real world.

The light in the room was a little brighter than before, and the strip of light that had been shining through the window crack had moved to the opposite wall and was slowly climbing up.

Li Su'e turned over, mumbled something indistinctly, and then fell silent.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his outstretched hands. The earthy scent of that space still lingered in his palms, warm and moist.

He clenched his fist, as if trying to hold onto that strength, then stood up, lifted the curtain, and went into the outer room to get on with his tasks for the day.