Learning that Zhang Xiaofan had come back, Zhao Tieniu and Zhang Quandan hurriedly ran to his house.
"Xiaofan, something's wrong!"
Before even entering his home, Zhao Tieniu's voice could be heard outside the door.
Upon entering, his face was a picture of panic.
"Tieniu brother, Quandan, what's going on?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked.
"Xiaofan, the villagers don't want to rent out those ten mu of medicinal herb planting land anymore."
Zhang Quandan, drenched in sweat, said hastily.
"Why?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"This morning, a group of people came to the village, offering high prices to rent the villagers' idle farmland."
Zhao Tieniu said, taking out a cigarette.
"Who are they?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked.
"We don't know; we haven't seen them yet."
Zhao Tieniu replied.
"Don't worry about that; when I rented the land from the villagers, there was a contract signed."
Zhang Xiaofan replied calmly.
