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

Li Qingshan stopped what he was doing and began to examine the two living corpses following behind him.

The zombies stopped, but the living dead did not. They continued to wield their hoes and sickles with practiced and professional movements.

Compared to Li Qingshan, they are the truly professional farmers.

Li Qingshan rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a while, a vague guess forming in his mind:

Although their souls were taken away by the mourning ghosts and they lost consciousness, their bodies still retained the memories of working.

The act of weeding itself stimulated them, prompting them to imitate it.

rustle.

While Li Qingshan was pondering, the two living corpses were still working, their movements perfectly coordinated.

It's a pity they're not under my control, otherwise I would have two more free laborers.

Li Qingshan cut some grass and filled the fire pit, and gurgling white smoke billowed out from the chimney.

After finishing his work, Li Qingshan went back to the front of the earthen house.

At this time, some dry grass appeared in front of the house.

It was collected from the two living corpses.

They imitated Li Qingshan's movements, again and again, but their work efficiency was not very high.

At lunchtime, Li Qingshan also threw them some mixed grain rice, and they actually imitated Li Qingshan and swallowed it.

The spirit is dead, but the body is still alive; in short, a living corpse.

Afterwards, Li Qingshan stood in front of the earthen house, surveying his territory.

There were still radishes left to be harvested in the fields, and soybeans from the last harvest and grain obtained by exchanging tiger skins in the house. For ordinary people, the stored grain was enough to get through the winter.

But for me, it's clearly not enough.

There's still some time before winter, and another crop can be planted in the fields. Li Qingshan is thinking about what to plant next.

He pulled out the piece of black meat again—it had been hidden in a water vat, covered with water to mask the overflowing aroma.

Li Qingshan had a total of four water vats. One was made into a monster-spawning vat, one was used to store food, one was used to store water, and one was used to store this piece of black meat.

Of course, it's red now, and even after soaking in water for several days, its color hasn't faded.

Li Qingshan planned to use it to catch some more prey. Now that he had the strength and tools, he could definitely expand the operation.

Li Qingshan already had a preliminary plan for this trap.

He planned to dig a severing hole, wide at the outside and narrow at the inside, with chunks of meat placed inside.

Attracted by the smell of meat, the wild animals get their heads stuck in the hole, while the hunters can hunt from the outside.

The only problem to worry about is that while the head-chopping hole can trap large beasts, it can't trap small ones.

For safety, you can place some thorny branches around the meat to prevent small animals from stealing it.

Li Qingshan set off with a shovel, and quickly determined the location of the trap, which was a little far from the dangerous field.

After he drew the lines, he started digging with a shovel, one stroke after another, raising dust as he worked. Before long, the hole was dug.

At this point, he took out the piece of meat and deliberately circled it around to let the aroma spread.

Then, he carefully wrapped it in the sharp thorns and threw it into the cave.

After that, Li Qingshan hid in the weeds in the distance.

quack.

The first thing attracted were crows, and soon several crows were circling in the sky, cawing loudly.

However, these were not Li Qingshan's targets this time.

Now that Li Qingshan is full, he won't be tempted by a tiny bit of protein.

Two crows descended from the sky, attracted by the aroma of meat, and followed the scent into the cave.

Li Qingshan was worried that they would peck away the pieces of meat, so he observed for a while and only felt relieved when he saw that there was no movement in the cave.

Just then, a gray shadow passed right in front of Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan looked up and saw a badger that had plunged headfirst into the beheading hole that Li Qingshan had carefully designed.

Good timing!

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up as he watched the badger dart into the burrow, startling the crows inside, who immediately began to caw.

The badger was probably also frightened; it thrashed about with all its might on its hind legs, but it couldn't bear to come out.

Li Qingshan had already set off with his axe and sharp sickle.

He stood at the entrance of the burrow to avoid being accidentally injured by the badger's frantic retreat, then picked up the sickle, tied it to a wooden stick, and forcefully rammed it inside.

With a single, decisive strike, the badger inside the cave suffered a fatal wound.

Li Qingshan stabbed it a few more times until it was completely silent, then he dragged it out.

Then he tossed the badger into the sack, and his first prey was secured. At least he wouldn't come back empty-handed today.

This little animal is enough to feed me for several days.

Li Qingshan continued to wait at the cave entrance. After a while, he passed by another gray deer and disappeared into the cave.

Li Qingshan used the same trick again and caught another gray deer.

Li Qingshan was very satisfied with the harvest; the venison was much more delicious than the other meats.

However, after that gray deer, no large wild animals entered the tent, only crows circled overhead a few times.

Li Qingshan figured that he had probably already hunted down most of the wild animals in the vicinity.

Last time we caught quite a few, including a striped tiger. Although the aroma of the meat was deadly, its spread was limited.

To hunt more wild animals, Li Qingshan felt he needed to change areas.

Anyway, we've already had quite a good harvest today.

Just as Li Qingshan was about to finish work and go home, he suddenly sensed something, turned his head and saw a black bear emerge from the dense forest.

The black bear moved slowly, but its goal was clear: it walked straight toward the head-chopping hole.

Upon reaching the entrance of the burrow, it didn't rush in; instead, it stretched out its front paws and began to rummage inside.

There were also a few crows inside, cawing loudly as they were disturbed.

Li Qingshan was secretly worried that if the bear dug the cave down, he would have to give up hunting today.

After all, bear meat may be delicious, but life is more precious.

After poking around a few times, the bear finally lost patience and, driven by the aroma of meat, began to desperately burrow inside.

The opening was meticulously designed by Li Qingshan; it was gourd-shaped. Once most of your body was inside, it would be much more difficult to get out.

The black bear probably realized this and began to struggle and roar angrily, but the more it struggled, the harder it became to get out.

Li Qingshan quietly approached the black bear from behind, and looking at its plump legs, he subconsciously swallowed.

Then, he swung the axe and smashed it down hard.

This black bear was incredibly tough; it was hit several times but remained unharmed.

Finally, after much effort, Li Qingshan managed to get the black bear to die from excessive blood loss.

Li Qingshan pulled it out of the cave and stabbed it again to prevent it from making a last-ditch effort.

After confirming that the black bear was completely dead, Li Qingshan sat on its back, watching the sunset in the distance, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

Food can always give a farmer a great sense of security.

The next step is to find a way to destroy the trap, extract the meat, and transport today's prey back to the dilapidated house.

While they were working, a yellow shadow suddenly flashed past and plunged into the cave.

Li Qingshan was a little stunned. After regaining his composure, he realized that it was a yellow dog.

Then don't blame me.

When Li Qingshan dragged the yellow dog out of the hole, he found a pure silver spoon hanging around its neck.

"This is a hunting dog."