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

The King of the North came this time specifically for the radish from last time.

These days, he has eaten almost every variety of radish from the North. Apart from some improvement in his digestive function, there have been no other effects.

Only then did he realize that the red-core radish was unique to Li Qingshan and there were no other varieties.

But it wouldn't sound good for a dignified King of the North to forcibly requisition a few radishes.

So he went on another incognito visit, disguised as an ordinary fisherman, to see if there was any opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

He had just seen that all the radishes in the field had been pulled up, and he had also checked the house, but they weren't there either.

Only then, upon hearing Li Qingshan's words, did he realize that he had been led away by the peddler in front of him.

"Nobody wants them at all." Zhou Ergou spread his hands and said, "Pharmacies don't want them, restaurants don't want them, only the cooks at the brothel bought two, and the rest are still at my house."

"How could nobody want it?" Li Qingshan said. "I think it's quite useful. You can ask him if you don't believe me."

Startled by being pointed at, the King of the North paused, then put his hands behind his back and said, "I don't like radishes."

After loading the game into the car, Zhou Ergou left, and the King of the North did not linger either.

Li Qingshan was the only one left in front of the house.

He immediately became alert, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The sudden appearance of the investigation team made Li Qingshan realize that this matter was not over yet.

If it weren't for the mysterious Old Wang being there today, I would probably be in danger.

Li Qingshan changed into a set of clothes that Zhou Ergou had brought him, picked up a carrying pole, casually put some miscellaneous items on it, and went to the village office to inquire about information under the pretext of exchanging things.

When he arrived at the settlement, he learned that several survey teams had been dispatched from the military camp to search the nearby land reclamation households house by house, with the participation of barbarians.

The air was thick with fear and rumors spread throughout the surrounding area.

Some say a young prince of the barbarians has died, others say a tribal chief has died, and still others say the barbarians have gathered and are preparing to march south.

The rumors were chilling.

Although he couldn't distinguish the truth from the rumors, Li Qingshan realized that the barbarian who died this time was a big shot.

Who can we blame?

I blame him for his bad luck, and I blame myself for my bad luck too.

At sunset, in the wilderness, a group of people stopped by the bridge.

The portly Zhao Dewu said to Ba Liegu, who was dressed in barbarian attire, "We've searched the whole area, but we haven't found any clues. Could it be that your young master has gone off to play somewhere else? He'll come home when he's had enough."

Ba Liegu glanced at him and said in broken Da Yan dialect, "We need to see the person alive or dead. If we can't find the murderer, we'll slaughter this place."

Zhao Dewu smiled obsequiously, but in his heart he thought that this barbarian was indeed a barbarian, and he didn't need to lower himself to his level. He would just play along with him.

The North is so big, it's not that easy to find the murderer.

Just then, Ba Liegu suddenly frowned, stared at the weeds under the bridge, and said, "Who goes there? Come out."

"Sir, don't do it! It's me, I have something important to report." Wang Dahu scrambled out, but before he could even open his mouth, he was already pinned to the ground.

"Don't make a move." Ba Liegu waved his hand, staring into his eyes. "What do you want to say?"

Wang Dahu's heart was pounding, and he mustered his courage to say, "I know who killed him."

"what?"

Ba Liegu and Zhao Dewu were both startled.

Wang Dahu mustered his courage and recounted everything he had seen that night in detail.

Zhao Dewu was overjoyed: "This is truly a case of finding something without even looking for it! Quickly return to the barracks and send word that we will capture the man today and hand him over to the barbarians."

"Wait." Ba Liegu waved his hand and pointed at Wang Dahu on the ground, saying, "What he said may not be true. Let's go and take a look first."

"You all need to be careful, that person is very dangerous, you should bring a few more people with you."

"Heh." Ba Liegu responded with a cold laugh.

"Tie him up and take him away. If we can't find the murderer, we'll convict him," Zhao Dewu said.

Before Wang Dahu could say anything more, he was bound with a rope, and a rope was tied around his mouth, so he couldn't utter a single word.

The night is deep.

Today, dark clouds obscure the moon, and the wilderness is shrouded in darkness.

Several figures rode up on horseback and stopped not far from the earthen house.

"How many people are inside?" Ba Liegu asked.

Someone untied the rope from Wang Dahu's mouth.

"One, he's all alone." Wang Dahu said, ignoring the pain in his mouth.

Snapped.

She slapped him across the face: "There are clearly two people there, how can you say there's only one?"

Zhao Dewu pointed to two dark figures in the field in the distance.

"I..." Wang Dahu covered his face, not knowing how to explain.

"This man is just like you Southerners, dishonest," said Ba Liegu. "Let's leave him here for now and go upstairs to take a look."

The group dismounted, gripped their weapons, and crept toward the wooden house on the earthen slope in the dark.

The barbarians were skilled hunters, and Zhao Dewu's soldiers cooperated seamlessly. During the process, no one made a sound, except for Wang Dahu, whose hands and feet were bound, who lay on the ground struggling.

The earthen house gradually drew closer and was now in sight.

Zhao Dewu gave a signal, and the soldiers split into two groups. Two men blocked the doors and windows of the house, while the rest crept towards the shadowy figure in the field.

Ba Liegu remained unmoved to prevent any accidents.

Suddenly, he noticed a white face under the large locust tree not far away, seemingly looking at him.

"what?"

He opened his eyes wide and slowly took a few steps closer.

Suddenly, the other person opened their mouth, bared their white teeth, and pulled out a handful of paper money from their pocket and threw it on the ground.

Flames suddenly burst into flames, and Ba Liegu could see the other's face clearly; it was furry, like a hairy steamed bun.

"Waaah."

A sorrowful cry rang out, so poignant it brought tears to everyone's eyes. Ba Liegu suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and he almost lost his footing.

They pulled out handfuls of paper money, and their cries echoed nearby.

Li Qingshan, who was inside the room, suddenly opened his eyes, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was the mourning ghost's cries, having previously thought someone had come to kill him.

However, he was also a little puzzled as to why she was crying again.

I just paid the money yesterday, does that mean it can only last for one day?

Even SVIP isn't this rip-off.

Li Qingshan felt he should reason with him and clarify the monthly subscription price.

He went out with his newly acquired iron rod, but as soon as he pushed open the door, he was stunned.

In the pitch-black night, several figures stood in front of the house. Some tried to struggle, but their expressions gradually became numb.

The mourning ghosts pulled out handfuls of paper money and, amidst their weeping, took away their souls.

Upon seeing Ba Liegu's barbarian attire, Li Qingshan realized that they were coming for him.

Thanks to the mourning ghost, it temporarily took on the role of security guard tonight.

Looking at the several dark figures standing blankly before him, their souls seemingly taken away by the weeping, Li Qingshan realized that his work had begun again.

He rolled up his sleeves and spat into his palm.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.