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

The zombies wearing straw hats were divided into three groups: one group held a sickle, one group held a hoe, and one group carried a shoulder pole. They moved their stiff joints and slowly walked into the field.

Some were cutting grass, some were hoeing the fields, and some were carrying water.

Although the movements were slow, they were still quite orderly.

Li Qingshan watched this scene with satisfaction. With the Tongyou Bell, he now had free labor.

However, their movements are not yet very coordinated, their limbs are somewhat stiff, and they still have to do some of the delicate farm work themselves.

Next, we should plant the tobacco, hoping to exchange it for grain before winter.

Li Qingshan returned to the house. Old Zhang, sitting in the wooden basin, had his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

"Um...do you need me to water it?" Li Qingshan asked sincerely.

Old Zhang exhaled a heavy breath from his nostrils.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again: "You should think about how to hunt the tiger. You only have three days. If you don't bathe in tiger blood, you will still die. If you die, it will be difficult to break my eighty-one-day seclusion."

"There's no rush."

Old Zhang saw that Li Qingshan had actually leaned against the kang (a heated brick bed) and slowly fallen asleep.

"This... kid might be a bit simple-minded." Old Zhang thought to himself speechlessly. With only three days left, he was still in the mood to sleep.

He was half-lying down on the kang (a heated brick bed), his legs crossed, his toes swaying as he slept soundly.

Li Qingshan has been under a lot of stress lately. Although the Seven-Day Killing Curse has not yet been broken, there is finally hope, and the weight on his heart has been lifted a little.

He slept until late noon, then opened his eyes again, stretched leisurely, and felt that his energy had been restored.

It's time to think about hunting.

Li Qingshan was not worried about this. As long as there was black meat, he could obtain prey in a continuous stream. The only difficulty was finding out which area had tigers.

After all, he had already killed off most of the wild animals in the vicinity.

He walked to the water vat and scooped out the black flesh from the bottom.

The room was immediately filled with a wonderful aroma.

"What is this?!"

Old Zhang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and stared intently at the piece of meat in Li Qingshan's hand.

"Could this be the legendary immortal flesh?!"

"What is immortal flesh?" Li Qingshan asked, puzzled.

"You don't even know what immortality meat is, yet you have such a big piece in your hand!" Old Zhang was completely speechless.

"Should I have known?"

Old Zhang stared greedily at the chunk of meat in Li Qingshan's hand: "This is something from the Yellow Springs, immortal and indestructible. Even if you burn it, put it in the desert, or boil it in a pot, it will still survive. It's an excellent material for Taoist sects to refine spirit puppets and make prosthetics. In the hands of a skilled craftsman, it can be made to look incredibly realistic."

"Where did you get this?" Old Zhang asked impatiently.

"Can I tell you?" Li Qingshan rolled his eyes at him.

Li Qingshan never expected that the black meat in his hands had such a significant background.

Crafting spirit puppets?

Making prosthetics?

I don't have that ability right now.

"Why did I feel dizzy and weak when I used the brass bell just now?" Li Qingshan asked.

"Well, can I tell you?" Old Zhang drawled out the last syllable.

After a moment of silence, the two said almost simultaneously, "Let's exchange!"

The two quickly reached an understanding and were about to exchange information when Zhou Ergou's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Qingshan Lang, are you still alive, Qingshan Lang...?"

Li Qingshan quickly covered Old Zhang's head with a black cloth, then put on a straw hat and covered his face with the black cloth.

When he went out, Zhou Ergou almost came in.

Upon seeing Li Qingshan, he instinctively took a step back: "Qingshan Lang, you're still alive!"

"What are you saying? Are you cursing me to die?"

Li Qingshan noticed that his cart was carrying shovels, a roll of reed mats, some yellow paper incense and candles, and even a pair of children.

"Uh...you really came to collect my corpse?"

"I was worried you hadn't passed, so I came to check on you. I'm so glad to see you're alright," Zhou Ergou said. "But... Qingshan Lang, you're fine now, why are you still covering yourself up so tightly?"

"It's a long story, but for now everything's alright, so we can take these paper offerings back."

"Don't take it back either, it's too much trouble to go back and forth, you might need it next time."

"Next time?" Li Qingshan felt that something was off about those words.

"I'll move you inside."

"No need!" Li Qingshan immediately perked up. "Let me do it."

Zhou Ergou stood there stunned: "If you don't need it, then you don't need it. Why are you making such a loud noise?"

Li Qingshan quickly unloaded the things; he dared not let Zhou Ergou barge into the house.

"Qingshan Lang, do you have anything valuable here that I can take to my general store to sell?"

"Not yet. After I plant the tobacco, I'll go hunting."

On Tuesday, the dog turned around and saw the zombies in the field wearing straw hats, working silently with their heads down.

"I didn't expect you to hire so many long-term workers in such a short time. However, they seem to work a bit slowly. Do you want me to introduce you to a few? People aren't worth much these days, as long as you provide meals."

"Not for now."

"If there's anything I can do to help, just say so, don't hold back."

On Tuesday, the dog pulled on the reins, led the mule around in a circle, and slowly drove the cart down the slope.

Li Qingshan returned to the house.

Old Zhang kept staring at the water vat because he couldn't turn his head and could only glance at it sideways, which made him somewhat cross-eyed.

"You're finally back! Now can you tell me where this immortal flesh came from?"

"Tell me first, why do I feel dizzy when I shake the bell?"

Old Zhang rolled his eyes at him: "Because you're not a cultivator."

"What is a spiritual practitioner?"

"You don't even know what a cultivator is?" Old Zhang was shocked once again.

"Alright, I'll start from the beginning. Five hundred years ago, evil spirits wreaked havoc on the world..."

"Wait a minute," Li Qingshan interrupted him. "You mean, the evil spirits appeared five hundred years ago?"

"What's wrong?" Old Zhang asked impatiently, interrupted.

"Is it not a recent phenomenon, or has it existed since ancient times?"

"Of course not, why do you ask that?"

"It's nothing, you can continue."

"I don't know if evil spirits have existed since ancient times, but there are traceable evidence that they did appear five hundred years ago. It's just that they were unknown to ordinary people and only operated in the dark. What you said is not without reason. In recent years, there have been more and more evil spirits in the world, and even ordinary people know about them."

"What about a practitioner?"

"It also appeared five hundred years ago, almost at the same time as the evil spirits," Old Zhang said.