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

The flames crackled as they burned the straw, releasing wisps of fragrance.

The fragrance entered through his nostrils and reached the top of his head, causing all the pores on Li Qingshan's body to open up, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Li Qingshan couldn't tell what the taste was. In an instant, he remembered all the most delicious things in the world.

At that moment, he wished he could rush over, stir up the fire, find the source of the aroma, and then swallow it whole.

He restrained the impulse.

Only when the weeds turned to ashes and no more sounds came from inside did Li Qingshan realize that the [Flesh and Blood Slime] was completely dead.

He carefully parted the pile of ashes with a wooden stick, and with a clang, pulled out a copper coin.

Ok?

This copper coin is exactly the same as the three I found yesterday; they are all about the size of a teacup, and the writing is barely legible.

Li Qingshan used a wooden stick to rummage through the coin and found two copper coins.

Finally, he found the source of the fragrance.

This is a piece of meat.

It was barely recognizable as a piece of meat.

It is square, weighs about one pound, and its surface is charred and black.

But the enticing aroma of meat still wafted through the air.

Li Qingshan swallowed hard, feeling an urge to quickly swallow the piece of "black meat".

Reason prevented the impulse.

His intuition told him that this piece of meat was very abnormal.

Normal meat shouldn't have such an enticing aroma.

At this moment, Li Qingshan checked the panel:

Level 1 inhospitable field.

Time until next refresh: 00 day 00 hours 00 minutes.

Li Qingshan breathed a slight sigh of relief; no new countdown had appeared.

He stared at the piece of "black meat" in front of him, wondering how to deal with it.

"Eat it," Li Qingshan said, worried that there might be problems.

Li Qingshan couldn't bear to throw it away.

This is a piece of meat, a source of high-quality protein and fat.

In this kind of world, it's practically a life-saving elixir.

I was torn about it until the next morning.

Li Qingshan was starving, and his inner urge was almost uncontrollable; he wished he could swallow the meat whole.

quack.

Just then, he heard a sharp cry. Li Qingshan looked up and saw three crows circling in the sky, seemingly heading towards him.

This is not a good sign.

Of course, Li Qingshan didn't mind this. Living in this world is unlucky enough.

quack.

With two sharp cries, the crows in the air swooped down and charged towards the black flesh in front of Li Qingshan.

Startled, Li Qingshan quickly grabbed the wooden stick in his hand and started wildly hitting the crows, trying to drive them away.

With a loud thud, a crow was accidentally knocked to the ground.

Huh?

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up; this was high-quality protein!

He returned to the dilapidated house, plucked the feathers from the crow he had shot down, and then roasted it over the fire.

After a while, the skin and flesh on the surface turned charred and yellow, and the oil inside seeped out, sizzling as it was roasted over the charcoal fire.

Although there was no salt or cumin, Li Qingshan still ate with gusto.

The two crows in the sky continued to circle, cawing, seemingly still plotting to steal the "black meat" from Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan looked at the crows in the sky and subconsciously scratched his head.

As far as he knew, crows were very intelligent animals; they should have realized the danger when they saw their kind in distress.

They still refused to leave, which suggests that the dark meat in their hands held an irresistible attraction for them.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. As a fisherman, he immediately thought of the purpose of this piece of black meat.

If the plan succeeds, I will have a stable source of protein, which can solve the food shortage crisis in one fell swoop.

However, we need to calm down for now and refine the plan in our minds.

Li Qingshan rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought. He already had the bait for fishing; the next step was to devise a specific trap.

As an outdoor enthusiast, Li Qingshan knows that common animal traps include rope traps, clamp traps, and pit traps, while net traps are commonly used for birds.

Unfortunately, I lack the necessary tools at the moment, so I can only make do with what I have on hand and adapt to local conditions.

After pondering for a while, Li Qingshan decided to use a trap:

First, place the black meat in an open space. To prevent it from being pecked by crows, you can cover it with a layer of thorns.

Then dig a pit around the perimeter and cover it with a layer of wooden planks.

When a crow passes by, it will fall into the pit and thus obtain high-quality protein.

The first step is to collect thorns.

Li Qingshan set off with the black meat in his pocket. The aroma of the black meat lingered, and crows circled overhead, with even two more appearing.

Li Qingshan first wrapped it with leaves to prevent the fragrance from spreading further.

In the desolate wilderness, overgrown with bushes, Li Qingshan quickly found usable thorny branches, and in the process, he was pricked by the thorns and suffered several wounds.

Then he returned to the front of the cabin and began digging a hole with a hoe.

After digging away the topsoil, which was about three inches thick, Li Qingshan was surprised to find that the soil underneath was red.

He pinched it and smelled it; it smelled of blood, and there was some red liquid left on his palm, making it wet.

Li Qingshan was silent for a while: This treacherous field is truly ruthless.

However, nothing is worse than being hungry.

After only a moment, Li Qingshan regained his composure and continued digging the pit.

He dug a pit a foot deep and a foot wide, then took a plank from the dilapidated house and carefully placed it on top.

Carefully adjust your balance, and any crow that flies by will fall in.

After arranging everything, Li Qingshan placed the black meat under the thorns, then immediately returned to the dilapidated house, poked his head out, and waited patiently.

Gah!

Ga!

Two screams came from the air, and then two crows fluttered down.

Li Qingshan was initially worried that the crow might see through his trap, since crows are quite clever.

Now it seems I was worrying too much.

The crow simply couldn't resist the allure of the black meat.

Two crows, drawn by the aroma of the black meat, slowly approached the thorny thicket. However, their long beaks couldn't penetrate the sharp thorns, and they slowly circled around to the passage deliberately left by Li Qingshan.

Pfft!

Two crows stepped onto the cover one after the other, and then the cover flipped over, releasing two desperate screams from inside the pit.

Haha!

Li Qingshan jumped out, not expecting his plan to proceed so smoothly.

They caught prey right away and even managed to catch two in one go.

He quickly rushed out, scooped the crows out of the pit, and smashed them to death with an axe to stop them from making noise.

Then, Li Qingshan rearranged the traps and returned to the dilapidated house.

He peeked out of the door and saw several crows circling overhead. Seemingly having learned their lesson, they dared not land easily again, but were still reluctant to leave.

Just as Li Qingshan's patience was about to run out, he suddenly heard a flapping sound, and a pheasant flew out from the distant weeds.

Huh?

Li Qingshan's eyes widened. The crow's meat was dry and tough. It was enough to fill one's stomach, but it didn't taste very good.

In comparison, the chicken tastes much better.

With excitement in his heart, he stared wide-eyed at the pheasant as it slowly approached the trap.