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

Shen Ying's disguise was flawless; he wore coarse cloth shorts and his face was smeared with mud and ash, making him indistinguishable from any other land reclamation worker.

What revealed her was the fragrance on her body.

As a young, single man, I am always more sensitive to the body odor of women.

Qian Damu, who was standing to the side, remained silent, but his gaze was fixed on Shen Ying, and he also kept glancing at Shen Ying.

Li Qingshan already had a guess in his mind: this guy probably had a crush on Shen Ying, and it was the kind of one-sided love.

Shen Ying returned carrying a stack of firewood, which she dropped on the ground with a thud. She stared at Li Qingshan, hoping he would notice her displeasure.

Li Qingshan picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the campfire, watching the fire in front of him gradually grow stronger.

"Are you just going to keep dragging this out?" Shen Ying finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"If you don't want to, you can leave. I didn't beg you to stay," Li Qingshan said calmly.

"Me!" Shen Ying's eyes darted around, and she suddenly said, "It's not safe here at night. Ghosts often lurk in the dead of night. Aren't you afraid if we leave?"

Li Qingshan was taken aback, not expecting this woman to have such a sharp eye.

"Aren't you afraid?" Shen Ying said confidently. "Don't you still have some trump cards you haven't revealed?"

"What trump card do I have?" Li Qingshan simply lay down, resting his head on his arm, thinking to himself, "Even if I had a trump card, I didn't bring it with me."

Shen Ying glared at him angrily, but she was determined not to give up.

Uncle Zhou wouldn't speak without reason; I'm going to find out exactly what cards you're hiding.

Silent all night.

……

a new day.

In front of the earthen house.

"Qingshanlang, I've brought you a bucket."

On Tuesday, the dog arrived in a horse-drawn carriage carrying a wooden barrel with an iron bottom.

"Come out and help me, I can't unload this by myself."

The dog barked twice on Tuesday, but received no response.

"Could it be that he's not home?" Zhou Ergou muttered as he walked towards the wooden door.

There was no lock on the door, and with a gentle push, it opened.

The room was dimly lit. I glanced inside from outside the door, but it was all blurry and I couldn't see anything clearly.

On Tuesday, the dog stepped inside and noticed something on the table covered with a black cloth.

"What treasure has Qingshan Lang secretly hidden away?"

He stepped forward, instinctively wanting to pull back the black cloth.

Then, he withdrew his hand and thought to himself, "Qingshan Lang isn't here. How can I rummage through his things? If he finds out, wouldn't he look down on me, Zhou?"

"Alright, alright, since he's not home, I'll just unload the buckets at the door. If I can't unload them by myself, I'll have to ask the farmhands in the fields for help."

Thinking of this, Zhou Ergou turned and walked towards the door. Just as he stepped over the threshold, a voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"return."

Tuesday Dog was startled, slowly turned his head, and found that the sound was coming from under the black cloth.

"I……"

On Tuesday, the dog subconsciously swallowed, feeling a tightness in its throat.

……

on the grassland.

Li Qingshan sneezed loudly, and a clear, sweet voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, shouldn't we get going?" Shen Ying woke up the fast-sleeping Li Qingshan.

"Okay, let's go." Li Qingshan was quite helpless about the two people following him.

"What are your plans for today?" Shen Ying pressed.

"The plan..."

"You don't have a plan, do you?" Shen Ying asked. "We already wasted a day yesterday, and there are only four days left out of five, and we haven't even encountered a single prey yet."

"The most important thing in hunting is patience. You can't be too hasty, because if you are, you are likely to make mistakes."

Shen Ying looked at Qian Damu for help.

Qian Damu nodded: "He's right."

"The King of the North has high hopes for you; you have hunted tigers and ambushed black bears."

"Placing high hopes on me?" Li Qingshan was somewhat puzzled. Everyone knew about his tiger-hunting, but he had never mentioned his bear-hunting to anyone.

It was probably Tuesday that the dog told the news.

Without giving it much thought, he casually replied, "Besides patience, luck is also very important. I guess I was just lucky back then."

"You..." Shen Ying's eyes widened in anger.

"I'm not having much luck right now; I can't find a single prey in front of me," Li Qingshan said, shrugging.

Shen Ying and Qian Damu followed behind Li Qingshan, one carrying a shovel and the other a saber. On the vast grassland, the three of them looked like a seed of grass.

"Look, there's a pheasant."

There was a dead tree on the grassy slope ahead, and a gray pheasant was perched on it.

Shen Ying glanced at Li Qingshan and, seeing that he was no longer reacting, knew that he could no longer be relied upon, so she simply took off the barbarian short bow from her body.

She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, and with a whoosh, the arrow flew out, and the pheasant on the tree fell to the ground.

"Great, I hit the target!"

Qian Damu walked over and picked up the pheasant from the ground. Shen Ying quickly tied a red string around the pheasant's left leg.

"We've finally caught some prey. The pheasant is small, but it's a good start. Maybe we'll catch some more good prey next."

"Hmm." Li Qingshan admired the pheasant in Qian Damu's hand.

"How about it? We can catch prey even without you," Shen Ying said, puffing out her chest.

"Hmm, perfect timing to grill some for dinner. I'm actually pretty good at grilling."

"You... this is the spoils of this competition, meant for the contest with the barbarians, how can you eat it?"

"If we don't eat this, what will we eat for dinner?"

"you……"

Just then, the sound of horse bells rang out. Qian Damu, who had been silent all along, suddenly had a glint in his eyes. He looked up and saw several barbarian warriors riding fast horses, circling around and surrounding the three of them.

"What do you want?" Shen Ying's eyebrows furrowed as she gripped the shovel tightly.

"Hahaha."

The leading barbarian warrior laughed loudly: "Is that your prey? How come there's only one pheasant?"

"Didn't they say that Da Yan has a hunting expert this time?"

"I can't believe they're bragging. Southerners only know how to farm and dig ditches. How can they compare to the men of the grasslands?"

"Hey, little girl, how about becoming my wife? I'll trade you the deer on my horse."

Shen Ying noticed that his horse was carrying a deer weighing several tens of kilograms, and the other knights also had gazelles and other animals on their backs.

Compared to it, the pheasant in my hand was pitifully small, and I was too embarrassed to take it out.

The warriors laughed and then rode off into the distance.

Shen Ying was so angry that her face turned red. She glared at their backs, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said to Li Qingshan, "Don't listen to their nonsense. I'm not a little girl."

"Huh? What?" Li Qingshan was completely blank and only just came to his senses.

……

Lake Sainte.

The chieftains of the five barbarian tribes gathered together, and their people sang, danced, drank, and revelled.

A fast horse came from afar, with a flag on the rider's back and a wild boar on its back.

Report: The Blue Wolf Tribe has hunted a wild boar.

"Good!" The chieftain of the Blue Wolf tribe praised after drinking a cup of wine, "Our Blue Wolf tribe will take away the tiger hunting master Aru this autumn."

Outside the tent where the five tribal chiefs were drinking, piles of game hunted by each tribe were stacked up. In just one day, they had already reaped a considerable harvest.

There was a small pile next to it, with a few pheasants and two or three wild rabbits, each with a red rope tied to its left leg.

This is the symbol of the Da Yan military.