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

Li Qingshan expended some effort to transport today's prey back to the earthen house.

After a busy day, Li Qingshan was a little hungry, and as his strength increased, his appetite also improved considerably.

He used a sharp sickle to gut the yellow dog, cut the meat into chunks, and threw it into an iron pot, along with salt and radishes.

Before long, the stew was filled with the aroma of meat.

Li Qingshan subconsciously licked his lips, staring at the fragrant meat in the pot, already imagining himself enjoying a hearty meal.

Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves. Looking into the distance, he saw a group of people appearing in the darkness.

Li Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up the dog skin he had peeled off and hid it in a pile of dry hay nearby.

Almost as soon as he hid, the group of people arrived in front of the cabin.

There were four people in total, two of whom rode horses.

The leader rode a large blue horse, wearing a mandarin jacket and a straw hat, holding a leather whip in his hand. He pointed at Li Qingshan and said, "Hey kid, have you ever seen my hunting dog?"

Barbarians!

Li Qingshan's heart skipped a beat. Although this was the northern frontier, it was still the territory of the Great Yan. How could the barbarians dare to march in so arrogantly?

But remembering his image as an honest and kind old farmer, he shook his head without saying a word, indicating that he had not seen any hunting dogs.

In the iron pot, the broth was bubbling away, the radishes were cooked through, and the meat was tender.

"It smells so good!"

The boy on horseback sniffed: "What's stewing in the pot?"

"Meat, rabbit meat," Li Qingshan said. "I found a dead rabbit today."

"Where did my hunting dog go? I've tamed it; it won't go far."

Before Li Qingshan could react, the boy's three attendants had already rushed into the house and started searching the vicinity.

"Your Highness, look what's here!" A gasp rang out from inside the house.

Li Qingshan had a bad feeling; his hidden things had been discovered.

The boy dismounted and rushed into the house, only to be taken aback.

In the center of the room, on the ground, lay a black bear, a gray deer, and a badger.

Moreover, they had all died recently, and there was a strong smell of blood in the room.

The boy turned his head and looked at Li Qingshan, who looked panicked: "Oh, I didn't expect you to be so good at this. You didn't find the rabbit in the pot, did you?"

Li Qingshan looked embarrassed, as if he had been exposed.

The boy, having been busy all day, was also a little hungry. Smelling the aroma of meat, he walked towards the iron pot.

The firewood at the bottom of the pot burned bright red, illuminating his still-childish face.

Li Qingshan's heart tightened, his eyes darting around as he pondered a solution.

He would definitely give himself away if he picked up a single piece of meat from the pot with his chopsticks.

"Prince Rong, it's getting late, we should head back."

The boy had already reached the iron pot when he suddenly stopped, rubbed his belly, and said, "Well, I wonder where my Saihu went."

He mounted his horse with swift and graceful movements, pointing his whip into the house: "Drag that black bear away; consider it our prey for today. As for the people here... kill them."

Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head, looking completely bewildered.

He initially thought the other party would recognize him before killing him, but it turns out they don't need a reason to kill.

Killing a few pioneers is as easy as stepping on a few ants.

In the North, human life is worthless.

At this moment, the young man had already ridden away, leaving only two followers behind, who drew their scimitars.

Li Qingshan looked terrified and instinctively backed away, frantically waving his hands and begging for mercy.

The two attendants were already used to the Southerners' behavior and were not moved at all.

Li Qingshan pushed all the way to the wall, touched the hoe placed at the base of the wall, grabbed the hoe, and shouted hoarsely, "Don't come any closer!"

"Ha, can your hoe kill anyone?"

"able."

Li Qingshan responded in a deep voice, his panic vanished completely, and he strode forward, swinging the hoe in his hand.

The other party could tell from Li Qingshan's posture at a glance that Li Qingshan had never learned how to kill.

Not worth a penny...

But he was really fast; before I could even react, the hoe had already hit my head.

At this moment, the other party suddenly realized something: if the old farmer in front of him was really nothing, then what was the black bear in the house?

Black bears have thick hides and tough flesh; it would take a long time to chop them down.

Taking advantage of the other person's momentary lapse in attention, Li Qingshan swung the hoe backwards again, knocking him to the ground.

Li Qingshan had indeed never killed anyone, but he had been grinding monsters for a long time.

I have some understanding of speed and reaction.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Li Qingshan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if hot wine had been poured onto the snow.

I've solved the first hurdle, but the problem isn't over yet.

That young man just left with a follower. If we don't deal with them, we'll still be in danger of being killed.

Let's just kill them all together.

……

Rongbu, mounted on his horse, turned his head and glanced back; the flickering firelight in front of the earthen house in the distance was clearly visible.

"not good!"

He suddenly realized something, and spurred his horse to turn back. A man with the courage to hunt a black bear was definitely not a weakling.

The southerner was too cunning; he had actually been deceived by him.

He returned to the earthen house with his entourage. At this time, it was pitch black all around, except for the firewood burning in the stove in front of the dilapidated house.

The aroma is rich and full, with a hint of other fragrances mixed in.

"What smells so good?"

"I can smell it too, it smells so good." The attendant sniffed greedily and pointed, "It's coming from inside the house."

"Um!"

Rongbu nodded, drew his hunting knife from his waist, and said, "You stay outside, I'll go in and check."

The attendant nodded in agreement, holding his weapon and warily surveying his surroundings. There was nothing around except an overturned water vat in front of the house.

Ok?

He turned around and saw that the water vat had stood up and was about to smash towards him.

Uh……

Soon, the attendant's brains were smashed open.

When Rongbu heard the noise and rushed out, he saw a water vat blocking the doorway.

Ok?

What kind of strange weapon is this?

Before he could react, the water tank stood up and began to impact him.

again and again.

Rongbu held the hunting knife, but he couldn't break through the water tank's defenses at all. He could only retreat continuously, getting dizzy from the impact.

boom.

He collapsed to the ground, several of his ribs broken, seemingly embedded in his lungs.

"You...you..."

He spat out blood and pointed at Li Qingshan, who was wearing a water vat on his head, saying, "You can't kill me."

Li Qingshan slowly removed the water vat and said calmly, "I have no other choice."

Killing one is the same as killing four.

From the moment I accidentally killed that hunting dog, there was really no difference.

Rongbu must have realized this too, blood gushing from his mouth, as he said with his last strength, "Kill me... and you will die."

boom.

The water vat finally bumped against his head.