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

As dusk approached, a fisherman appeared outside the campsite by the Lake Saintess.

His hair was gray, he held a fishing rod in his right hand and a fish basket in his left, but there wasn't a single fish in the basket.

When he entered the tent, Ulemon was sitting inside.

Ulemon saw the fish basket in his hand and couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, old buddy, you've come back empty-handed again. Looks like your fishing skills are just as bad as your hunting skills in the Great Yan."

The old fisherman tossed aside his fish basket, sat down on his sheepskin rug, and said calmly, "We are determined to win this autumn hunting competition. Your barbarian tribe's title of Great Aru will also be taken away by our Great Yan."

"You seem quite confident, but your current prey consists of only a few pheasants."

"Hmm?" The old fisherman frowned slightly, then waved his hand and said, "This is only the second day. There are five days to go, what's the rush?"

Ulemon chuckled: "Old friend, you're that confident? If you lose this bet, you'll have to open up Dragon Valley and let my people go in to trade."

Dragon Valley is a key location. Although there are some smuggling trails, large-scale caravans must pass through Dragon Valley.

Caravans can pass through, so cavalry can naturally pass through as well.

The old fisherman was very confident, while Ulemon was somewhat unsure why the man was so confident.

What are his trump cards?

His eyes darted around, and he burst into laughter again, "Old buddy, you've got some nerve! The mighty King of the Northern Border of the Great Yan Dynasty, daring to come to my grasslands. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

His smile remained unchanged, and his hand gently pressed against the saber at his waist.

Zhou Wohu, the King of the Northern Territory, said with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth: "The northern defense line of the Great Yan Dynasty cannot rely on me alone. Kill me, and perhaps we can replace him with someone even more powerful."

"If I detain you and forbid you from going back, I can at least exchange you for some silk and ironware."

"You can try it and see if my bones are worth a single blade of grass." The King of the North spat out the foxtail grass from his mouth.

Ulemon stared intently at his face, trying to see worry and fear in it.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter: "Old friend, you're joking. You are a distinguished guest of my grassland. We grasslands have always known how to entertain our guests."

He clapped his hands heavily and said, "Someone, bring the wine!"

As he spoke, a group of people carrying wine jars poured in from outside.

The Northern King, who had been sitting askew, sat up straight. Before him stood ten barbarian women dressed in revealing barbarian attire, exposing their round breasts and waists.

The aroma of wine mingled with the scent of meat, wafting towards the King of the North. The King of the North, though not young, couldn't help but blush.

Ulemon laughed happily, "These are all stunning beauties of my barbarian tribe, in their early twenties, plump and lovely. They have always admired Your Highness's wisdom. Your Highness is quite charming, so you must cherish them well."

"Ulemon, are you trying to kill me?!"

"Oh, what are you saying? I entertained you with stunningly beautiful women, how could you say I'm trying to kill you?"

The King of the North knew this wasn't a steel knife, but a soft knife that was even more ruthless than a steel knife.

At my age, and with these women being so alluring, how could I possibly withstand their advances?

In that case, even if I don't die, I'll lose my soul and return to the Great Yan to die. I can't blame the barbarians.

Unless one can resist the temptation, but it's obvious that's impossible.

"Hahaha."

Ulemon laughed heartily: "Treat the prince well. The prince is a hero. Whoever can leave the seed of heroism on the grassland will be a hero of the grassland."

After saying this, Ulemon got up and left. Ten stunningly beautiful women, carrying wine jars, approached the King of the North. Surrounded by fragrance, the King of the North was already in a daze.

"Damn it, Ulemon, you're so vicious!" the King of the North cursed.

However, the group of women had already surrounded him, giving him no chance at all.

The King of the North gritted his teeth, when suddenly, his hand accidentally touched his chest and felt something there.

Saved.

The King of the North's eyes lit up, and he took out a brocade pouch from his bosom, inside which was a dried radish.

At night, Ulemon was reading military books in his tent.

A guard quietly entered from outside and whispered in his ear, "I've been listening outside the tent the whole time. The prince of Da Yan has taken the bait."

"Even heroes have their weaknesses when it comes to beautiful women. If he could resist, he wouldn't be a man." Ulemon thought for a moment. "Tomorrow, he'll probably lose half his life. Be careful and don't let him die on our grasslands. If he has to die, let him go back to die."

"Yes."

……

The next morning.

Ulemon went straight to the Northern King's tent.

Just then, the King of the North emerged from his tent carrying fishing gear, looking refreshed and showing no signs of fatigue.

"Are you... alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me? Oh, you mean... hey, this is easy enough, isn't it? What, can't you do it?" The King of the North patted Ulemon on the shoulder and walked towards the lakeside with a smile.

"this……"

Ulemon was naturally unwilling to admit his incompetence, but certain facts were beyond his comprehension.

Is there something strange about this?

That night, distrusting everyone else, he eavesdropped outside the tent himself.

The sounds from inside the tent echoed throughout the entire camp.

The next morning, apart from Ulemon, the chieftains of the other four tribes also had dark circles under their eyes.

"This can't be real, can it?"

"How can that be?"

"Absolutely impossible."

The group exchanged glances.

On the contrary, the King of the North was full of energy and did not seem tired at all.

Even the women in the tribe looked at him with strange eyes, secretly wondering if this white-bearded old man was the real man.

……

Dusk on the grassland.

Li Qingshan lit a bonfire and roasted a chicken over it. The fat seeped out of the chicken meat, which was roasted to a golden brown by the charcoal fire, and an enticing aroma wafted out. He then took out a handful of salt from his pocket and gently sprinkled it on the surface of the roasted chicken.

Shen Ying took a deep breath: "You even brought salt, you even brought salt, but you didn't think about how we're going to hunt. Tomorrow will be the fifth day, and we've only caught a few pheasants and a rabbit. We're going to lose this time."

"Barbarians live by hunting, while we are good at farming. We shouldn't compare ourselves to them."

"The King of the North has high hopes for you, believing that you can overpower the barbarians..." Shen Ying blurted out.

Li Qingshan gleaned a crucial piece of information: this woman was someone who could speak with the King of the Northern Border.

Zhou Wohu, the King of the North, is the local tyrant of the North. If she can speak with him, what is her status?

Li Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned indifference as he probed for information: "The Northern King is acting recklessly, but so what if he lost? He didn't lose anything."

"Do you know that if we lose, the barbarian caravans will be able to travel through Jue Long Valley to do business in the North? If they have more troops in the North, Jue Long Valley will eventually fall."

Li Qingshan knew that Jue Long Valley was the gateway to the North. Although the barbarians were now infiltrating the North, as long as Jue Long Valley was not lost, their large forces could not enter.

Once caravans entered in large numbers, the process of barbarian infiltration into the north accelerated.