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

"good!"

"Let's all go together."

The people around started making a fuss.

"Get out of here, what are you all shouting about?" Zhao Tieniu scolded. "You've all finished your work, or I'll arrest you all."

He looked at Li Qingshan and said seriously, "Kid, do you want to come with me or not? That's a military camp. It's easy to get in, but hard to get out."

Li Qingshan was indeed a little uneasy, as he was all alone in the north and had no help at all.

The dissatisfaction of those around Zhao Tieqiao was genuine, but it wasn't necessarily for their own good.

But he also knew that he couldn't back down now. In this unfamiliar place, he couldn't show cowardice, or he would be bullied to death.

"Go then, and explain your reasoning clearly."

"it is good."

"Let's all go together."

"Surely Commander Zhao wouldn't dare to do that."

People around them chimed in.

"What do I have to be afraid of? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Zhao Tieniu naturally didn't want to go to the military camp, because that would mean he'd lose his chance to profit from the situation. But he also couldn't show weakness, or he'd be looked down upon.

Li Qingshan carried the load on his shoulder pole, and a group of people hurried to the military camp together.

Just then, Qiu Niang rode by on her donkey and happened to see this scene. She wondered, "What are they going to do?"

The servant leading the donkey quickly found out: "Boss lady, someone from one of the land reclamation households hunted a tiger and brought the tiger skin to the village to sell. The village head probably wanted to take advantage of the situation, and now they've gone to the military camp to reason with them."

"Tiger skin?" Qiu Niang was surprised. "This tiger skin is extremely precious. If it could be brought to the Central Plains, it would be worth a lot of money."

"Who says otherwise? Everyone knows that tigers are valuable from head to toe," the servant said.

"Did you see that tiger-slaying hero? I never expected there to be such a hero among the pioneers."

There were too many people; I couldn't see clearly.

Qiu Niang, riding on the back of a donkey, craned her neck to look into the distance and suddenly noticed Li Qingshan carrying a load in the middle of the crowd.

Huh?

Her red lips curled up, and she let out a soft "hmm".

How could it be him?

The last time I saw him, he was a thin and frail young man, looking like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

This time, however, he was much darker, and his body seemed stronger.

Could he be the tiger-slaying hero?

Qiu Niang shook her head on the donkey's back, realizing that she had been too far-fetched.

A mountain tiger weighing several hundred kilograms is not something an ordinary person can handle. Even if such a person existed, it would certainly not be Li Qingshan.

……

Li Qingshan and his group arrived at the military camp in a lively manner, only to be stopped by the soldiers standing guard at the gate.

Zhao Tieniu turned to look at the group of people who had followed him: "This is a military camp, you all have to come in with us."

Swish!

Everyone, including Zhou Ergou, took a step back without prior agreement.

Zhao Tieniu looked at the lone Li Qingshan and said, "Do you still dare to go in now?"

Li Qingshan looked up and saw military flags fluttering and camps stretching as far as the eye could see.

He suppressed his anxiety and stepped into the military camp.

……

Inside the camp.

Old Wang sat behind a desk with a row of rough porcelain bowls in front of him, filled with various kinds of radishes.

Some are big, some are small; some are thick, some are thin; some are red, some are white...

Old Wang frowned in worry and sighed, "It's no use."

Last time, my beloved little red horse neighed for a whole day and night, almost suffocating it.

Old Wang was also curious about what kind of radish it was that had such strength.

Later, he ate almost all kinds of radishes from the North, but none of them were of any use.

As people reach middle age, there are bound to be times when their energy and strength are not up to par, and they need to replenish their energy at crucial moments.

Old Wang rubbed his aching back and thought to himself, "Could it be that he can't live without his radish?"

"General, a village head from the nearby area has brought some land reclamation households to seek your judgment." A personal guard entered the tent to report.

"Deal with me?" Old Wang's eyes widened. "Deal with me? What kind of deal? Do you think I'm that bored?"

"The land reclamation households killed a tiger, and the village chief said it should be handed over to the imperial court, but the land reclamation households seem to disagree."

"Damn it, the prey we hunt around here naturally belongs to the imperial court," Old Wang thought to himself, "so of course it's his too."

This land reclaimer actually thought he wouldn't hand over the land; wasn't he just asking for trouble?

"However, how many people managed to hunt a tiger?"

There's only one.

"Wow!" Old Wang exclaimed in surprise, "Come on, let's go see him together."

The guards followed behind Old Wang, thinking to themselves, "The general has been in a bad mood lately. This land reclamation farmer is probably going to be in trouble."

At this moment, Li Qingshan and Zhao Tieniu were left in an abandoned tent in the camp, guarded by soldiers outside.

Zhao Tieniu said, "You, you are too young. What kind of place is the army? You can't just come here whenever you want. Once the order is given, what's the difference between cutting off your head and cutting off a dog?"

If you know what's good for you, you'll listen to me in a moment, and maybe you can save your life.

Li Qingshan looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and wondered if he had been too reckless.

Having only recently arrived in the North, I was unfamiliar with the situation here, and didn't even know who owned the military camp.

The unknown is the most terrifying thing.

But he can't swallow his pride if people try to manipulate him.

Youth is always full of vigor.

Being arrogant inevitably leads to losses.

"What's there to be afraid of? This is a place where reason prevails," Li Qingshan encouraged himself.

"Our general isn't exactly reasonable, you know."

At this moment, Old Wang had already arrived at the camp with his whip. Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly stopped.

"General, the person is inside," the guard whispered.

"Shhh."

Old Wang gestured and pointed into the tent: "That dark-faced young man, is he the one who hunted tigers and pioneered the land?"

"That's him. Don't let his young age fool you, he has a terrible temper. He almost got into a fight with us just now."

"How could it be him?"

Old Wang frowned. He had originally intended to go in and give that land reclamation worker a beating.

However, he felt somewhat embarrassed that Li Qingshan had made him appear so calm, composed, fair, and approachable.

Besides, I might need his help again regarding radishes in the future.

Can one be fair in front of acquaintances?

"Nonsense."

Old Wang shouted, "This village chief dares to say I'm unreasonable! Go inside and give him a good beating!"

"General?" The guard's eyes widened. This was still the general's style.

"Tell this land reclamation farmer that I will buy this tiger skin and give him plenty of grain. My principle in doing things is just three words: fairness, fairness, and absolute fairness."

A guard carrying a whip entered the tent, and Zhao Tieniu immediately greeted him with a fawning expression: "Brother Sun, it's me, Xiao Niu. I treated you to drinks last time."

The guard cracked his whip and lashed it out.

"Ah!" Zhao Tieniu let out a shrill scream and knelt down on the ground.

Then the guard turned to Li Qingshan and said, "My general has bought your tiger skin. My general's motto is 'fairness, fairness, and more fairness.'"