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

Using the moonlight, Li Qingshan found three more copper coins on the ground.

These copper coins don't resemble the Da Yan Tong Bao coins circulating in the market. Each one is about the size of a teacup, and the characters on them are blurry and difficult to decipher. It's unclear what they were used for.

Li Qingshan temporarily kept it on his person.

There was nothing else on the ground except for the hoe and the copper coins.

At this moment, the countdown in front of him had been refreshed:

Level 1 inhospitable field.

Time until next refresh: 24 hours 00 minutes

Li Qingshan pondered, resting his chin on his hand. What would refresh in a day? Could it be that new monsters would appear?

And this level of inauspicious field? Does this mean that this inauspicious field can be upgraded in the future?

However, we'll have to wait a day to verify our guess.

The next morning, before sunrise, Li Qingshan arrived at the field, carrying the yin-yang hoe he had just picked up the night before.

Faced with the tangled weeds, Li Qingshan waved his hand lightly. He felt a flash of green light, and the originally resilient weeds seemed to have all their vitality drained away, instantly turning withered and yellow.

what!

Li Qingshan's eyes widened; this hoe was incredibly useful. Yesterday, it took him a lot of effort to cut down a single weed, but now he could chop down a whole patch with just a wave of his hand.

rustle.

With a crisp sound in his ears, Li Qingshan wielded his hoe and swept across the land, where patches of weeds withered and fell to the ground.

With the help of this Yin-Yang hoe, I believe it won't be long before I can cultivate enough wasteland for my use.

Before long, Li Qingshan finished hoeing one row of fields, turned around, and continued hoeing until he reached the dilapidated house.

Although Li Qingshan did not follow Jiaxuan's teachings, he had absorbed some knowledge of farming through his surroundings.

He knew that weeding was not an easy task; if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring.

Therefore, many farmers choose to weed when the sun is at its strongest, hoping to kill the weeds in the fields by the sun.

But with this Yin-Yang hoe, the wild grass on the ground died completely, without any chance of life.

After hoeing the field, he cleared out the weeds and piled them in front of the dilapidated house—these weeds could be dried and used as firewood in winter.

In one morning, Li Qingshan finished weeding three acres of land and cleared away all the weeds.

At the same time, he was also starving.

Li Qingshan used an earthenware pot to fetch water from the nearby river, then boiled some water and slowly ate the yellow steamed buns that Qiu Niang had left behind.

The yellow steamed bun had no flavor, but now it tasted better and better as you chewed it, and there was a sweet taste in your mouth.

He stuffed the steamed buns into his stomach one after another, and when Li Qingshan came to his senses, he found that he had eaten all the steamed buns in his pocket.

This was three days' worth of food, and I ate it all in one meal.

Li Qingshan touched his slightly protruding belly and finally understood the side effects of the Yin-Yang Hoe.

Although it is convenient to use, it consumes food as fuel.

And food is exactly what I lack right now.

This meal was barely enough to fill me up, but what about the next meal?

After eating those steamed buns, his blood sugar spiked quickly. Li Qingshan lay under the big locust tree, using his hoe as a pillow, and drifted off to sleep.

In the distance, Qiu Niang rode a donkey sideways, with a coachman behind her driving a large cart carrying a thin-skinned coffin.

She took the same road as yesterday.

She knew in her heart that the field allocated to Li Qingshan was actually a cursed field, said to have been a mass grave in the past, and no one knew what was buried underground.

The Li family had tried to cultivate the land before, but every now and then they encountered strange periods where most of the people in charge of land reclamation died, leaving behind only three dilapidated houses.

That young master from yesterday was so weak he couldn't even kill a chicken; he probably wouldn't last a day.

I'm here today to collect the body.

This was not originally Qiu Niang's responsibility, but she was a kind-hearted person and couldn't bear to see his body left to rot in the wilderness. She even prepared a thin coffin for him.

Before even getting close to the dilapidated house, the first thing you see is the half-dead locust tree, followed by the sound of snoring.

Ok?

Qiu Niang frowned as she saw Li Qingshan sprawled out under the big tree, fast asleep.

Next to the dilapidated house was a haystack, and what was a wasteland yesterday has now been cleared out into more than three acres of land, which has been cleaned up.

Huh?

That can't be right. How is he still alive, and even doing a lot of work?

Just then, Li Qingshan woke up and stretched comfortably, his eyes meeting Qiu Niang's.

"Huh!"

Li Qingshan's face lit up with joy: "You came all this way just to see me?"

"Yes, uh-huh," Qiu Niang replied haphazardly.

"Did you come to bring me food? Is there any food? Where is the food?" Li Qingshan pounced over, wishing he could tear open Qiu Niang's clothes and search for her.

"I……"

Qiu Niang stammered, unsure how to answer.

At this moment, Li Qingshan had already spotted the coffin on the cart. He immediately widened his eyes, and Qiu Niang was also on high alert, unsure of how to explain.

"Are you going to collect someone's body?" Li Qingshan asked curiously. "Who died?"

"One of my men died on his delivery route." Qiu Niang said as if she had been granted a pardon. "I need to get there before dark, so I won't linger here any longer."

"Food, eat..."

Li Qingshan watched Qiu Niang's departing figure and helplessly rubbed his belly.

The food has all been eaten by myself.

Continuing to use the Yin-Yang Hoe requires consuming a large amount of food.

There's a possibility of monsters appearing tonight.

Li Qingshan thought about it carefully. The most urgent task was to deal with the monsters that might appear at night. As for the lack of food, that could be dealt with later.

Time until next refresh: 8 hours 54 minutes

Time is running out, and I don't know what kind of monsters will spawn tonight.

And one cannot expect good luck to always be on one's side.

We cannot fight a battle we are not prepared for.

Looking at the pile of hay in front of the dilapidated house, Li Qingshan suddenly had an idea.

Before it got dark, he moved the withered grass into the field, forming a circle and setting up the entrance and exit.

Then we gathered some locust tree branches and started a campfire in advance.

He waited patiently, as time passed second by second.

Almost at the same time as last night, Li Qingshan heard a cracking sound.

Something is crawling out of the ground.

By the firelight, Li Qingshan saw a round, fleshy ball, entirely blood red, without hands, feet, or facial features, its size resembling a cement block from his previous life.

What is this thing? Is it a flesh slime?

And the spot where it crawled out was right in the center of the weeds.

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up immediately.

The original plan was to use movement to lure the monster into the center of the trap, but now it saves me the trouble of luring the monster myself.

Li Qingshan remembered that the hoeing skeleton had spawned in the same spot last night, so when it was clearing weeds, it subconsciously placed it in the center.

Seeing that the monster had spawned, Li Qingshan released the fire coals he had prepared in advance without hesitation.

Flames immediately appeared, initially billowing thick smoke due to the high humidity, and then bursting into flames.

A piercing scream rang in his ears, and then Li Qingshan smelled the enticing aroma of meat.