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

Chapter 133 General Tianfu of the Great Yan

As dawn broke, Li Qingshan stepped out of Huai Shu Village.

The area outside the village gate was filled with homeless refugees.

"Greetings, Master Li."

"This is a family heirloom that I brought all the way to the north, and I wanted to present it to Master Li."

"Master Li, I'm only eighteen years old. Let me be your maid."

Li Qingshan had a stern face and didn't greet anyone.

It's better to keep a distance from each other; getting too close can cause a lot of trouble.

Recently, more and more people have gathered here, and Qin Afu and Wang Suanpan have been maintaining order to ensure the smooth progress of the transactions.

The refugees brought firewood and corpses. The corpses were buried in the graveyard, while the firewood and straw were used to fill the pits and grow mushrooms.

As the population grows, the demand for mushrooms also increases.

Li Qingshan dug two more pits to finally meet the needs of the refugees.

More refugees will arrive in the future.

"master."

"master."

Upon seeing Li Qingshan, Qin Afu and Wang Suanpan immediately bowed.

Some of the refugees around them even knelt down on the ground.

Li Qingshan pretended not to see it.

"How was today? Nobody caused any trouble, right?"

"No," Qin Afu said. "Everyone knows that the master has shown great favor, and they are all very grateful to him."

"Someone is digging a hole nearby and won't leave. Should we chase them away?" Wang Suanpan asked.

"That won't be necessary," Li Qingshan said. "After all, this northern land isn't mine."

"However—" Li Qingshan said, "we should make them pay attention. It would be best to dig a pit and collect the excrement. After spring, it will be used as fertilizer for the fields."

"Yes, sir. You are to dig the pit—" Qin Afu gave the order, and the surrounding refugees sprang into action.

"There's no need to rush," Li Qingshan shrugged helplessly. He also understood his influence on these refugees.

The appearance of the multi-insect mushroom caused the mortality rate in the north to drop sharply.

The insect-infested mushroom, which even pigs would avoid, is a life-saving medicine for refugees.

Some people have even developed a new way to eat it, combining the mushroom with a certain type of root, which tastes like tofu.

"Also, help me find some ash stalks; I can trade them for mushrooms." The first ranged weapon that came to Li Qingshan's mind was a spear.

Prepare plenty of spears and slowly whittle down the black snake's health. I bet you can kill it.

"Yes." Wang Suanpan silently kept it in mind.

"Master, there's one more thing. It seems we've had enough corpses recently. Should we ask them to bring fewer?" Qin Afu said.

"That won't do. This corpse is a treasure trove." Li Qingshan thought to himself, even if the fierce field can't digest it, it can still be used as fertilizer for the Ghost Blood Vine.

Li Qingshan had always had an idea to surround Huai Shu Village with Ghost Blood Vine, but he hadn't dared to mention it before because of the shortage of corpses; the idea was too extravagant.

Qin Afu was stunned by Li Qingshan's words. He was amazed at what it meant to be "a treasure trove of knowledge." But then he remembered the time he had been starving not long ago.

Compared to that, even though Li Qingshan exudes an aura of evil, there's nothing to be afraid of.

After explaining the situation, Li Qingshan went back to begin transplanting the Ghost Blood Vine.

Because the Ghost Blood Vine attacks flesh and blood creatures, it's a job that most people can't do, and it's also a bit tricky for Li Qingshan.

However, Li Qingshan now has a good idea: to send the skeletons.

At his command, Dada stepped forward with half a shovel and began transplanting the Ghost Blood Vine from the ground.

At that moment, two people came down from the locust tree slope.

It was none other than Wang Daoren and Luo Daoren, who had just brushed past Li Qingshan last time.

"Brother Luo, what do you think of this place?"

"It's eerily gloomy and filled with malevolent energy. What a wonderful place! It would be perfect as my cave dwelling," said Daoist Luo. "However, such a feng shui treasure must have a master guarding it."

Wang Daoren laughed and said, "If you don't take what Heaven has given you, you will suffer the consequences. In my opinion, this treasure land is perfect for Brother Luo to cultivate his true nature."

Luo Daoren narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Northern Camp.

Inside the command tent, the newly arrived female general sat behind her desk, a slender woman massaging her shoulders, while another woman roasted mutton for her.

Jin Wuji, Lu Botong, Tuoba Feng, and Zuoqiu Han stood with their hands hanging down, their heads drooping.

The four secretly clashed, each vying for the position of Lord of the North, but in the end, none of them gained any advantage.

Instead, the imperial court sent this jinx to the north.

Dugu Yan, the General of Tianfu of the Great Yan Dynasty.

There are few female generals in the world, and Dugu Yan is one of the most astonishing.

She was eight feet tall and had the strength of a thousand pounds in her arms. It is said that she had a dragon tattooed on her back that extended past her shoulders, and when her muscles bulged, the blue dragon on her arm seemed to leap out.

She was particularly fond of women, even more so than men. All the maids around her were stunningly beautiful, but no one dared to give them a second glance.

This person is known as the most arrogant person, and when he gets angry, he even dares to beat up the emperor.

Because of his improper words and actions, he angered the late emperor's beloved concubine and was imprisoned in the capital, where he remained unused for nearly ten years.

She was accompanied by thirty-six black-armored knights who were extremely loyal to her and were said to be able to take the head of a general amidst a vast army.

The aroma of mutton wafted from inside the tent. A maidservant presented the meat to Dugu Yan's lips with both hands, and Dugu Yan took it into her mouth with satisfaction, then patted the maidservant's body.

"Men, drag those four away and give them thirty lashes." Dugu Yan spat out a piece of fat.

"What crime have we committed? Why should we fight?" Tuoba Feng shouted.

"We are also officials of the imperial court, not your servants!" Lu Botong said.

"What crime have you committed?" Dugu Yan sat up straight. "Do you even know what that old bastard Zhou Wohu did?"

The four of them were speechless.

"That's the first crime," Dugu Yan said. "When the barbarians invaded, what did you do that you had the audacity to claim credit for them? That's the second crime."

The four of them immediately blushed.

"Third crime," Dugu Yan said coldly, "You were all trained by Zhou Wohu. Even if he is incompetent, you should die with him."

The black-armored soldiers rushed forward like wolves and tigers, pinned the four men to the ground, pulled down their pants, and gave them thirty heavy lashes.

After the fight, the four men immediately became much more submissive.

"I'm a very reasonable person. I won't fight those I shouldn't, and I won't let those I should get away with it," Dugu Yan said. "Now tell me, what's the situation in the North?"

Jin Wuji, who was in charge of intelligence, stepped forward and said, "General, refugees are constantly pouring into the north. They lack clothing and food, and the weather is cold. People are freezing and starving to death every day. The court should allocate some cotton clothing and grain. If this is not handled properly, the refugees will revolt."

"In addition, many martial arts sects flocked to the North. They collected corpses, selected disciples from the refugees, and used the souls of the dead to forge magical artifacts, treating the North as meat on a plate."

"It's a mess, a chaotic mess," Dugu Yan said. "Then let this general reason with them one by one."

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Just then, a coughing sound suddenly came from behind the screen. Dugu Yan immediately got up and stepped behind the screen.

A frail young man huddled around the stove, his face as white as paper, devoid of any color.

"Kang'er? How are you?"

"Mother, I'm fine. Don't be so harsh. Getting angry is bad for your health."

"I know, Mother is the most reasonable." Dugu Yan said gently, "Kang'er, don't worry, now that we've come to the North, the court has promised Mother that as long as we handle things in the North well, they will find the dragon blood for Mother. Then, your illness will be cured."