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

Li Qingshan took out a tinderbox from his pocket, blew on it gently to ignite the straw, picked up a few twigs and placed them on it. As the wild wind blew, the flames leaped up.

He sat by the campfire, quietly observing his surroundings.

Including myself, there were a total of seven bonfires nearby.

They were neither too far nor too close, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

What is everyone doing?

Since everyone is starting a fire, it's always a good idea to do the same as everyone else.

Just then, two more people came from a distance.

Qiu Niang rode on the back of a donkey, her buttocks pressed against the donkey's body, creating an alluring shape, while the dark-faced man followed behind her without saying a word.

They were here too.

Li Qingshan subconsciously lowered his head, thought for a moment, and realized that he was hiding himself very well and should not be discovered by them.

Thinking of this, he raised his head again.

Qiu Niang got off the donkey and walked over here.

Could it be that I've already been recognized?

Li Qingshan remained stiff in his posture when Qiu Niang appeared before him.

Her eyes were fixed intently on him as she asked, "Buy or sell?"

what do you mean?

If it weren't for the black cloth covering his face, Qiu Niang would have noticed the astonishment on Li Qingshan's face.

But at this moment, in her eyes, this man wearing a straw hat and with his face covered by a black cloth was full of mystery.

Seeing that Li Qingshan did not answer, Qiu Niang bowed and left, lighting a fire not far from Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan was left standing there, completely bewildered.

Did they manage to get away with it by pretending to be ignorant?

We've been found out?

There were already eight bonfires nearby.

Besides the campfire, there were some dark figures hiding in the shadows, without any fire lit.

Li Qingshan realized that these bonfires must represent something.

But Li Qingshan had no idea what it specifically represented.

He could only squat down, pretending to be deep in thought, break off a dry branch and throw it into the fire, quietly observing the movements of others.

Some people had already begun to move around quietly, pacing back and forth around the campfires and whispering among themselves.

Because they were too far apart, Li Qingshan couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.

He quietly pulled open the corner of his clothes to take a look. Red spots covered his entire body, leaving only a normal blank spot on his belly.

Once the abdomen is also invaded by red spots, there will be no cure, and the body will turn into pus and die.

Li Qingshan's heart clenched again. Tonight was his only chance.

A dark figure emerged from the darkness; it was the daughter of the father and daughter from earlier that day.

She was dressed in a blue robe, her back ramrod straight, and she was carrying a box in her hand, but no one knew what was inside.

She went straight to Li Qingshan and, across the fire, asked, "A deal?"

Li Qingshan neither shook his head nor nodded, but looked at the other person with the same gaze, making him appear extremely mysterious.

"A deal?" Jiang Rong'er asked again.

There are many strange and eccentric people in the martial arts world, but among them, this man wearing a straw hat and a black cloth covering his face is particularly odd.

The other party still did not respond.

Jiang Rong'er didn't persist, but instead walked towards Qiu Niang, who was not far from there.

The two sides began to talk.

Li Qingshan was extremely anxious. What exactly was being traded?

Where exactly is the Yellow Springs Peddler? Could it be that the Yellow Springs Peddler is among us, and the transaction just now was a way to identify him?

Li Qingshan had limited information, and his situation was shrouded in mystery.

Not far away, Jiang Rong'er and Qiu Niang seemed to have reached an agreement, and picked up their boxes again, heading elsewhere.

At this moment, a fortune teller emerged from the darkness. He had triangular eyes, a goatee, and a black mole on his left cheek. He stared at Li Qingshan with a sinister look.

"A deal?"

Li Qingshan remained seated, his gaze fixed directly on the other person.

The fortune teller said impatiently, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"..."

Li Qingshan remained silent; if things continued like this, he would inevitably be exposed.

But the situation is unclear now. Saying too much will lead to more mistakes, saying less will lead to fewer mistakes, and sometimes not saying anything is also a mistake. So we can only grit our teeth and bear it.

After the fortune teller left, he went to Qiu Niang's place and chatted for a bit, but it seemed they couldn't reach an agreement.

In the darkness, shadowy figures moved back and forth.

Li Qingshan quietly observed his surroundings, pondering the situation in his mind.

What Qiu Niang told herself and what the fortune teller later said were actually the same thing: a transaction.

But what are they trading?

Unfortunately, he had nothing of value, not even a tael of silver in his pocket.

Even if I wanted to make a trade, I didn't have anything worthwhile to offer.

Could it be that the campfire before us is the sign of a transaction?

Li Qingshan felt he had guessed correctly, so he had to put out the fire quickly and couldn't keep the "transaction" sign up forever.

Just as they were about to take action, another person emerged from the darkness.

This man was about fifty years old, dressed in a cotton robe and wearing a tall hat on his head.

"May the light shine upon you." The newcomer clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, then looked at Li Qingshan and asked, "A trade, perhaps?"

……

Jiang Rong'er circled around and returned to the man in the yellow robe.

"Didn't get a replacement?" The man in the yellow robe clutched his chest, having already guessed the answer from Jiang Rong'er's expression.

Jiang Rong'er clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

"It's not your fault," the man in the yellow robe said. "Those who come here are all trying to exchange something with the Yellow Springs Peddler. These exorcising copper coins are hard to come by, and even if they have them, they won't easily exchange them."

"I'll try again. Even if I have to kneel down and beg them, I'll get two exorcism coins in return."

"Perhaps the three we have will be enough." The man in the yellow robe thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "I'll go with you, just to try our luck."

The two left the campfire again and stepped into the darkness.

In the darkness, two men dressed in Taoist robes sat behind a campfire.

The man in the yellow robe took two quick steps, gave a slight bow, and pointed to the box in Jiang Rong'er's hand.

"There's no need to bring out the gold and silver items; those who come here already have plenty of those."

The man in the yellow robe looked embarrassed, and Jiang Rong'er blurted out, "What do you want?"

"Do you have anything that can extend one's lifespan by one cycle?" the Taoist said disdainfully.

Jiang Rong'er blushed instantly; such a rare and precious treasure was simply incomparable to anything in the box.

The man in the yellow robe and Jiang Rong'er left, and he sighed in the darkness, saying, "Let's just forget about it. We really can't afford to lose face like this. Perhaps it's just my fate, and I can't blame anyone else."

Jiang Rong'er pursed her lips, then suddenly pointed in the direction of Li Qingshan not far away and said, "I've been watching that person for a long time. He's never traded with anyone. Maybe we can try our luck with him."

The man in the yellow robe shook his head: "Those who come here are all looking to trade with the Yellow Springs Peddler. What he has is far superior to anything in the mortal world, so there's no need for us to waste our energy."

Seeing that the other party had given up, Jiang Rong'er ignored them and walked straight towards Li Qingshan.

At this moment, Li Qingshan was still staring at the man in white robes, looking mysterious and unpredictable.

But I felt a little apprehensive.

Is this person crazy? They keep staring at what I'm doing.

At this moment, Jiang Rong'er came straight over and opened the box in her hand with a snap.

Li Qingshan saw pages of white Xuan paper inside, each stamped with the imperial seal.

Salt-dried!

Li Qingshan was a connoisseur; he knew that salt permits were hard currency, and each permit weighing two hundred catties was worth at least five taels of silver.

"Here are 100,000 jin of salt certificates from Dongshan, which can be used to withdraw official salt from any salt field in Dongshan," Jiang Rong'er said eagerly. "Are we trading?"