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

Li Qingshan stood with his arms crossed in front of the fierce field, surveying his territory.

After these busy days, about fifty acres of farmland have been reclaimed, of which about three acres are uncultivated fields.

Of course, the reclamation here only includes weeding out the top layer of weeds and removing stones and tree roots from the farmland.

As for deep plowing and turning the soil, I'm not capable of doing that yet.

For Li Qingshan, who possesses both yin and yang hoes, the current level of land reclamation is sufficient for sowing.

He shook the bell in his hand, making a tinkling sound, and the living corpses working in the field slowly raised their heads and moved their stiff joints as they walked over.

"One group digs ditches, one group sows seeds, and one group fetches water."

Li Qingshan shook the bell, issuing commands to the living corpses.

Wearing a straw hat and sporting dark circles under his eyes, the zombie accepted the order and entered the field with farm tools.

Li Qingshan felt a little dizzy again. He wanted to ask Old Zhang for advice on cultivating the soul, but given Old Zhang's cunning nature, he wouldn't easily teach him.

Moreover, even if he were willing to teach, would I really dare to learn?

After resting for a while, Li Qingshan picked up the Yin-Yang hoe and went to the back of the house, the Ghost Blood Vine in his hand still wriggling.

The first Ghost Blood Vine was buried here.

From now on, the edge of his territory will be behind the earthen house.

However, I wonder if the Ghost Blood Vine will sneak in through the window once it grows up, and I still need to consider the issue of expanding the living area.

Let's bury some more later.

After planting the first Ghost Blood Vine, Li Qingshan continued searching for the location of the second one.

There are ten Ghost Blood Vines in total. You need to arrange them carefully so that they can serve a defensive purpose without affecting your normal life and production.

Although I only have fifty mu of land now, the reclamation is still ongoing, and the farmland will definitely continue to increase.

Li Qingshan has tentatively planned an area of ​​about 1,000 mu, and fenced off the surrounding area.

The Ghost Blood Vine had just been buried in the soil and hadn't shown any signs yet. I'll have to put up a danger sign later to prevent it from accidentally injuring passersby.

Then, Li Qingshan took a hoe and went into the nearby wasteland to harvest the vitality of the wild grass.

Next, infuse the life force into the Ghost Blood Vine and the newly planted tobacco.

These delicate tasks are not something that living corpses can do; Li Qingshan must do them personally, and it's not something that can be accomplished overnight.

When Li Qingshan returned to his earthen house after a busy day, he was as hungry as ever.

He cooked a pot of beans, mixed with some freshly picked wild vegetables.

"Do you want something to eat?" Li Qingshan asked Old Zhang.

"I've long since passed the stage of abstaining from grains. The five grains and ordinary things will only harm my health." Old Zhang didn't even open his eyes.

It's fine if I don't eat it; I have one portion of food left over.

However, he's right. This kind of food doesn't provide much nutrition, and after a long day of work, I really need to replenish my energy.

Li Qingshan thought for a moment, then took a blood-red jade from the earthenware jar and threw it into the iron pot.

"Huh!"

Old Zhang suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at the bright red patch wrapped in green wild vegetables in the iron pot.

"This is?"

"Blood-red jade, don't you recognize it?"

"Of course I recognize it, but you actually used it to make porridge!"

"We grill them occasionally too."

Old Zhang glared angrily at Li Qingshan, his head almost jumping out of the basin on the spot.

He knew this was the perfect material for tempering the body; a single piece of blood-red jade was equivalent to 365 days of arduous cultivation. Moreover, no matter how severe the external injury, a single piece of blood-red jade could save the injured person's life.

What countless cultivators who refine their bodies dream of, this farmer is so extravagant as to use it to cook porridge.

In fact, Li Qingshan felt that he had developed a tolerance to the drug recently due to his frequent consumption of Blood Red Jade, and the improvement in his strength was no longer as significant as it had been at the beginning.

Just then, a sobbing sound suddenly came from outside.

Li Qingshan knew that the mourning ghost had come to collect security fees, so he hurriedly ran out and threw it a copper coin.

Back inside, Old Zhang's eyes widened again: "You've been keeping ghosts!"

"This...is that not allowed?" Li Qingshan asked cautiously.

Old Zhang closed his eyes, feeling that his soul was fluctuating too much and needed to be properly nourished, otherwise it would affect the recovery of his cultivation in the future.

The next morning, Li Qingshan finally decided to go hunting.

He carried a shovel and a rope on his back, and then fished out the longevity meat from the water vat, cutting off a piece as bait.

"You've finally decided to go. Today is the last day. Hopefully, your luck won't be too bad."

"I'm leaving, Brother Pen." Li Qingshan said goodbye and closed the door behind him.

"Um...wait a minute, what did you just call me? Come back here, you bastard!"

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Li Qingshan's hunting methods remained the same as before: digging holes with a shovel, using longevity meat as bait, and then killing the animals with an iron shovel.

The only difficulty is finding the tiger's tracks.

He carried the immortal meat alone into the depths of the mountains and forests, attracting the attention of many wild animals along the way.

This is also one of Li Qingshan's methods; if there are ferocious tigers roaming nearby, they may be attracted by the immortal flesh.

Li Qingshan stopped in his tracks amidst a pine forest.

Located upwind, this spot allows the aroma of the immortal meat to travel far and wide.

Alright, we can start digging the hole now.

After determining the location, Li Qingshan picked up a shovel and started working.

He was already very experienced in digging tunnels.

Suddenly, he had a bad feeling and looked up sharply. He saw a striped tiger staring at him from behind a pine tree not far away.

Oh my god, you're here so early! I haven't even finished digging my hole yet.

Realizing that Li Qingshan had discovered it, the ferocious tiger suddenly accelerated, rushing towards it with a foul stench.

Li Qingshan's hair stood on end, and almost entirely on instinct, he grabbed a piece of longevity meat from the side and leaped up the tree.

Roar!

The tiger growled and circled the tree. After a while, it began to tear at the trunk, and yellow wood chips fell off one after another.

Li Qingshan held his breath, gripping the iron shovel in his hand, pondering whether he should leap down and deliver a fatal blow to the tiger's head.

With my current strength, there is a high probability of success. However, what I am pursuing is to avoid injury, and I cannot accept any loss.

The tiger lingered, still drawn by the immortal flesh, revealing its ferocious nature.

Hey!

Li Qingshan noticed that several gray wolves were approaching from a distance, also eyeing the immortal meat on the tree, but they dared not get close because they were afraid of the tiger's power.

We were really too overconfident today. Even with a powerful tool like longevity meat, we should still be careful.

If time continues to drag on, more and more wild beasts will be attracted, and their situation will become dangerous.

Currently, there is only one solution left.

Li Qingshan picked up the iron shovel, gripped one end with one hand, and exerted force with all his might, his arm muscles tensing up. The iron shovel slowly bent, forming a giant fishhook.

Then Li Qingshan hung the immortal meat on it, tied it with hemp rope, and slowly lowered it down.

The tiger under the tree opened its blood-red maw and leaped up.