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

The colorful pheasant walked step by step to the edge of the pit, and as if it had sensed something, it suddenly stopped.

It glanced at the black flesh encased in thorns, then looked down at the cover plate hidden by loose soil.

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation and took a step forward.

With a splash, it fell directly into the pit, flapping its wings as it tried to fly out.

Overjoyed, Li Qingshan rushed out and swung his axe, smashing the pheasant's head.

He picked it up and lifted it; the pheasant weighed at least two or three pounds, so he wouldn't have to worry about lunch today.

This piece of black meat was incredibly effective as bait. However, I hadn't dug enough traps. Catching crows was manageable, but catching pheasants was a struggle; I almost let one fly out just now.

Li Qingshan decided to double the size of the area. He first dug the soil with a hoe, and then trimmed it with an axe. The deeper he went, the darker the soil became, and the wetter it felt in his palm.

After enlarging the pit and replacing the cover, Li Qingshan began roasting the chicken.

After the chicken was plucked, the clean meat weighed more than a pound. When roasted over the fire, it emitted an enticing aroma that immediately whetted Li Qingshan's appetite.

He licked his lips, ready to feast, when suddenly he heard a splash and a wild rabbit fell into the pit.

There are surprises!

Li Qingshan rushed over and killed the rabbit with an axe to prevent it from kicking him.

Then I grabbed it by the ears and picked it up. It weighed about seven or eight pounds and felt heavy in my hand.

Li Qingshan hung the rabbit upside down under the eaves and continued to eat chicken by the campfire.

He had just finished eating a chicken leg and was about to put a chicken wing in his mouth to suck the taste of the chicken bone when he suddenly heard a splash. Some monster had fallen into the pit again.

Li Qingshan went over and saw that there was another white bamboo rat in the pit.

Li Qingshan knew that this kind of thing was plump and tender, making it perfect for grilling.

He followed the same procedure as before: kill it first, then fish it out, and then hang it under the eaves.

Then I continued to crouch down and eat chicken.

After a roast chicken was finished, there was a pile of cleanly gnawed chicken bones on the ground.

They also caught two crows and a pheasant in the pit.

They were all hung on the tree.

Ok……

Li Qingshan examined his prey. This piece of black meat was incredibly useful; he had reaped a great harvest in just one morning.

We definitely can't finish it all.

It's summer now, and food can't be preserved for very long.

Freshly hunted prey tastes best; if it dies and hangs for a day, the blood seeps into the flesh, and it turns sour.

While it was still enough to fill our stomachs, it was far from delicious.

Li Qingshan decided to wait a little longer, until he had collected enough prey, and then find someone to exchange the prey for something else.

The key issue is that I'm too poor right now. The only tools I have are a hoe (for farming), an iron pot (for cooking), an earthenware pot (for storing water), and a rusty axe (which can be considered a makeshift weapon).

Even the dilapidated house they were in was drafty and could collapse at any moment.

It's still bearable in the summer, but after the start of autumn, this house won't be able to keep out the wind and rain at all.

I still have a lot to do.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingshan expanded the pit further, and after three days, he had reaped a considerable harvest.

Now, a dense row of them hangs under the eaves, all upside down, their eyes wide open, looking as if they could not rest in peace after death.

Li Qingshan, however, was satisfied as he tallied his spoils, which totaled:

10 crows

3 pheasants

2 yellow rabbits

7 bamboo rats

Most importantly, he also hunted a yellow wolf.

Li Qingshan believed that these things could be exchanged for quite a few items.

Moreover, Li Qingshan also made a list of the supplies to be replaced.

Including but not limited to: salt (used for seasoning), grain seeds, and buckets.

First, he placed the black meat under the earthenware pot and then weighed it down with a large stone.

After three days of sun exposure, the dark meat shrank, and its aroma was not as strong as it had been at the beginning.

Li Qingshan had a feeling that this piece of dark meat was almost gone.

Finally, he used a wooden stick to hoist the prey onto his shoulder, which weighed about several dozen kilograms, and he walked with a swaying gait.

As for the other prey that couldn't be carried, they were left hanging under the eaves.

This place is too far from the city, and Li Qingshan can't go very far carrying his prey.

He had heard Qiu Niang mention before that there was a military settlement not far away, and he could try his luck there.

He carried his prey for about two or three miles before he saw signs of human habitation.

Amidst the desolation covering the mountains and fields, there are rows of makeshift shacks.

The residents inside, like Li Qingshan, were pioneers from various places.

They looked emaciated and poorly clothed, even worse off than Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan suspected that the imperial court's land reclamation plan might be a targeted extermination operation.

After all, cleaning up junk files every now and then can make the system run faster.

When they saw the prey carried on Li Qingshan's shoulder, a glimmer of light flashed in their numb eyes.

meat!

People haven't eaten meat in a long time.

The craving for protein is ingrained in everyone's genes.

Heads peeked out from the different shacks, their eyes filled with hunger, envy, and jealousy.

Li Qingshan hadn't gone far when someone approached him and said, "Young man, I have a sickle here. Can I trade it for a chicken?"

Li Qingshan ignored them and continued walking forward. There were already quite a few people following behind him, secretly wondering where these prey came from.

"Big brother, can I have something to eat? I haven't eaten for three days." A young girl blocked Li Qingshan's way. She was probably only seven or eight years old, dark-skinned and thin, with only her bright black eyes.

Li Qingshan continued walking forward. In this world, kindness is a luxury, and he was not yet capable of possessing it.

Seeing that Li Qingshan ignored her, the little girl lowered her head and muttered a curse under her breath.

After walking a while longer, an open space appeared ahead, with many people setting up stalls, making it look like a market.

Li Qingshan unloaded the burden from his shoulders; his shoulders were a little sore from walking all that way.

As soon as he put his prey down, he immediately attracted the attention of those around him, and the area erupted in chaos.

"So many prey, where did he hunt them from?"

"If I could roast a rabbit and eat it, I'd be laughing in my sleep."

"Young man, want to share a meal? My husband just died recently," said a woman who considered herself somewhat attractive.

Li Qingshan waited quietly, knowing that these were not his clients.

Wang Dahu approached Li Qingshan's stall and said, "Young man, I have salt. Can I trade it for a rabbit?"

Seeing Li Qingshan hesitate, he said, "With enough patience, you can always hunt a rabbit. Salt is a rare commodity. My wife is sick, and I want to get her some game to help her recover."

Li Qingshan knew he was telling the truth, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Changed it."

When Li Qingshan closed his first deal, everyone around him got excited and crowded around.

Although everyone was a refugee who had been pioneering the land, there were inevitably some who had once been wealthy and had one or two treasured possessions.

For example, jade bracelets, gold rings, antique porcelain... nowadays, none of them are as precious as a bite to eat.