Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Li Qingshan rode in a prison cart, swaying and rattling all the way to the northern land.

He got off the prison van and was met with an endless expanse of desolation and a dense mass of people.

Like Li Qingshan, they were pioneers who came to the north in response to the imperial court's call.

"Is this Young Master Li?"

A young woman, around thirty years old, approached Li Qingshan. Her curly hair was tied up at her temples, and her face was fair. "My name is Qiu Niang. My family sent me to pick you up. Please come with me."

Li Qingshan followed behind Qiu Niang and noticed that she walked with a limp, which meant she must have a leg ailment.

He was fishing by the river when he accidentally fell in. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a prison van.

This is the Great Yan Dynasty, which has existed for five hundred years and spans a vast territory. It was once a powerful nation that attracted foreign envoys to pay tribute.

Now, however, the country is beset by internal and external troubles, with natural and man-made disasters occurring frequently.

Floods in the south, droughts in the north, refugees in the northwest... and barbarian tribes eyeing the north with predatory intent.

Due to years of war, the northern border regions suffered severe population loss and land abandonment. The imperial court then issued an edict calling on displaced people to go to the north to reclaim wasteland.

The land they cultivate belongs to them, and they can also be exempt from taxes for three years.

Moreover, if one has committed crimes such as adultery or other offenses, going to the northern lands to reclaim wasteland can exempt one from punishment.

Li Qingshan originally came from a large family, but after his parents died, he had no one to rely on. In order to seize his family property, his relatives falsely accused him of adultery.

In order to escape, he simply joined the pioneering team and traveled all the way to the northern lands.

"My family used to own a piece of land in the north, but it was abandoned due to the war. From now on, this land will be yours, Young Master Li." Qiu Niang led Li Qingshan to a large locust tree.

"Fields? Where are the fields?" Li Qingshan opened his eyes and saw only shoulder-high weeds and a sun so bright it was hard to open his eyes.

"The fields lie beneath the grass. And all the surrounding wasteland, once cultivated, is yours."

Qiu Niang handed the land deed to Li Qingshan, who saw that it read: "Ten mu of wasteland, three dilapidated houses".

Under the old locust tree, there are three dilapidated houses that are on the verge of collapse.

Inside, Li Qingshan saw simple farm tools and makeshift food.

"Three or five li south of here is the village headquarters. You can get farm tools and seeds there, and you can also rent livestock. The reclaimed wasteland can be registered with the village head, and then it will be yours, young master," Qiu Niang explained patiently and thoughtfully. "At night, young master, you must be careful, the nights here..."

Qiu Niang looked at Li Qingshan with her amber eyes and added two more words: "There's a ghost."

Li Qingshan was not surprised, because he had already seen the weasel seeking a title, the blood-eating fox demon, and the faceless zombie on his way north.

When a nation is on the verge of collapse, evil spirits will emerge.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath; the situation before him was truly dire.

Not only are they lacking food and clothing, but they may also encounter evil spirits.

All he could rely on were a few simple farm tools and a half-crippled woman.

However, Li Qingshan was not worried; on the contrary, he was quite ambitious.

Because in his previous life, he was an outdoor survival enthusiast.

"I'm not afraid."

Li Qingshan waved his hand and said with great pride, "Even a great man has his moments of triumph and desperation. Although it's just the two of us now, fortunes change, and we might have a chance to turn things around in the future."

"we?"

Qiu Niang opened her eyes wide and hurriedly explained, "No, young master may have misunderstood. The family ordered me to bring you here. I usually live in the city and run a warehouse."

Li Qingshan: "..."

Qiu Niang abandoned Li Qingshan and left, her lingering fragrance dissipated by the wild wind.

Li Qingshan was left alone in front of the dilapidated house. As the sun gradually set, Li Qingshan subconsciously shivered.

How am I supposed to survive in this desolate wilderness?

Suddenly, he felt a blur before his eyes, and a data panel appeared in front of him:

Level 1 inhospitable field.

Time until refresh: 8 hours 00 minutes

Huh?

Li Qingshan wondered if he was seeing things because he was so hungry. He waved his hand, but the panel was still in front of him.

Yoshida?

refresh?

What will be refreshed after the countdown ends?

Li Qingshan was unaware of this, but change always means opportunity.

If things remain unchanged, I estimate I will starve to death here.

I'll just wait here and see what happens after the countdown ends.

Before that, Li Qingshan needed to take stock of the supplies he had left for himself in the dilapidated house.

A worn-out axe.

A rusty hoe.

One earthenware pot.

One bench.

Several yellow steamed buns to stave off hunger.

Li Qingshan did a simple calculation and estimated that if he ate sparingly, he could last for three days.

I must solve the food shortage problem within these three days.

He picked up a hoe and went to the wasteland, ready to try his hand at land reclamation.

To farm, you must first clear away the weeds.

It's summer now, and the humidity is high, so we can't use slash-and-burn agriculture. We can only slowly dig with a hoe.

However, the wild grass on the ground was tangled and intertwined, and before long, Li Qingshan had no strength left.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and realized that farming was no easy task, and his dream of outdoor survival was in jeopardy.

boom.

With a sharp crack underfoot, the hoe unearthed a skull.

Li Qingshan set it aside; in the northern borderlands, this was all too common.

boom.

Another skull appeared, only to be smashed to pieces by the hoe.

Bang!

again.

Li Qingshan was speechless. Was this fierce field really that fierce?

Click.

This time, the hoe split in two and fell to the ground.

Li Qingshan: "..."

He paused for a moment, then gave up his work for the day and returned to the dilapidated house alone.

As the sun set, a lone moon emerged.

Li Qingshan huddled in the dilapidated house, staring intently at the menacing field before him.

Time until refresh: 10 minute.

He instinctively gripped the rusty axe, using it as a weapon for self-defense.

Time until refresh: 1 minute.

At that moment, he held his breath, his heart pounding in his throat.

Suddenly, a crackling sound came from the darkness. Li Qingshan opened his eyes wide and saw a dark shadow slowly crawling out of the soil in the barren field under the moonlight.

By the moonlight, Li Qingshan could see clearly that it was a skeleton!

It was dressed in a short, grayish-brown coat, wearing a straw hat, and carrying a hoe, weeding the grass.

Moreover, his movements were fluid and swift, and he finished hoeing a row in no time.

By this time, Li Qingshan had calmed down, quietly crouched down, picked up his hoe, and stealthily made his way to the back of the hoe-wielding skeleton.

Aim for the vital points, deliver a light tap to knock down the target, then follow up with a series of heavy attacks.

Suddenly, a cracking sound was heard, and the skull's head was completely shattered, turning the entire body into a pile of black bone fragments.

A hoe that glowed green fell to the ground.

Li Qingshan bent down to pick it up, and just as he touched the wooden handle of the hoe, a string of information flashed before his eyes.

Yin-Yang Hoe: It can harvest the essence of plants to nourish crops, making it the perfect tool for clearing land and cultivating fields.

Note that people who have used it have experienced an increased appetite.