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

For Li Qingshan, jewelry and antiques are not of high value.

Even gold and silver, as hard currency, are of little use. What he urgently needs now are practical tools for production and daily life.

The wild animals he brought were warmly welcomed by everyone. Using these pheasants and rabbits, Li Qingshan traded for: a carrying pole and two buckets, a sharp and sturdy machete, a small bag of soybeans, a packet of radish seeds, an iron shovel, and a basket.

He replaced the rest with salt.

This is still a form of hard currency today.

Li Qingshan was overwhelmed, but Wang Dahu didn't leave and continued to help.

"Brother, you still have one yellow wolf left. What are you planning to trade it for?" Wang Dahu asked. "I know this area well. Maybe I can help you find something."

Li Qingshan said, "I want to get a new iron pot."

"This..." Wang Dahu gasped. "This isn't easy. More and more refugees are arriving here, and supplies are scarce. Many families are sharing a single iron pot with seven or eight households. Your yellow wolf is quite valuable, but the problem is, nobody's willing to trade with you."

"Is it really impossible to exchange it?" Li Qingshan asked, somewhat disappointed. "In that case, I can only try my luck in the city."

Wang Dahu frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "How about this, you wait here, I'll go and look for it for you, maybe I can find it."

"Then it will be hard work."

"Sigh, let's not talk about that. Everyone here comes from a poor background. If the poor don't help the poor, who will?"

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Li Qingshan remained where he was, though he still had a few copper coins in his pocket.

He wanted to know what the copper coin was used for.

After wandering around the neighborhood, I saw a middle-aged man tending a stall with pots, pans, and other daily necessities on it.

Li Qingshan took out the copper coin, waved it, and said, "Brother, do you recognize this?"

The middle-aged man didn't even lift his eyelids: "I don't know him."

Li Qingshan silently put the copper coins away. At this moment, he heard the middle-aged man say again, "The Great Yan Dynasty is short of copper. Tongbao coins are never this big. These are not coins from the dead, are they?"

"Hmm..." Li Qingshan paused for a moment, unsure.

After all, he had essentially taken this from a dead person.

He stared at the middle-aged man's stall for a while, but couldn't find what he wanted.

The middle-aged man added, "There's a big market in the north on the fifteenth of every month; you can go there and try your luck."

"Alright." Li Qingshan nodded. "How should I address you, brother?"

"Zhou Er Gou," the middle-aged man said, "I'm a local. Everyone who sells things around here knows me. If you have any good stuff, you can come to me. I won't rip you off."

At this moment, Wang Dahu had already returned, accompanied by a young man who bore a resemblance to him.

"Young man, this is my nephew, Wang Chuanwen. He's willing to trade you a pot for this yellow wolf."

"Uncle." The young man named Wang Chuanwen carried an iron pot on his back, seemingly somewhat unwilling.

"Alright, listen to your uncle." Wang Dahu said sternly, telling him to take the iron pot off his body.

Li Qingshan inspected it and found that although the iron pot was missing one handle, he was still very satisfied with it overall.

He handed the yellow wolf over to Wang Chuanwen and received an iron pot in return.

Wang Dahu and his nephew Wang Chuanwen were very enthusiastic and helped Li Qingshan tie all the items he had exchanged together.

Li Qingshan carried a shoulder pole with soybean and radish seeds in a wooden bucket, and a basket and an iron pot were also fixed on it.

The other land reclamation farmers watched this scene with envy; Li Qingshan could be said to have returned home with a full harvest today.

Wang Chuanwen, with Huang Lang on his shoulder, stared at Li Qingshan's back and muttered, "Uncle, there are more than ten of us sharing one iron pot. If we give the pot to him, what will we use?"

"idiot."

Wang Dahu gave him a hard knock on the head: "Once you give it to him, you can't take it back."

"Uncle, you mean?"

"Send the things back first, then call Chuanwu. You two quietly follow him and take everything back when it's dark and no one's around," Wang Dahu whispered in Wang Chuanwen's ear.

Wang Chuanwen was taken aback, then nodded vigorously.

Li Qingshan was walking along the road carrying his load when he suddenly paused, noticing that the countdown in front of him had started ticking again.

Level 1 inhospitable field.

Time until next refresh: 1 hour and 59 minutes.

This countdown started so suddenly, and I don't know what kind of monsters will spawn or whether I can handle them.

But Li Qingshan will not run away.

He knew that his current success was entirely due to the monster in the evil field.

If I were to rely solely on myself, there would be no way I could survive in this northern frontier.

He continued walking towards the direction of the ominous field, pondering the monsters that would spawn that night, when suddenly he paused, realizing something was amiss.

Someone was following him.

He stopped and pretended to stabilize the carrying pole, taking a moment to glance back, and saw two figures disappear into the weeds beside him.

really……

Li Qingshan had already guessed that it must be because he had changed a lot of things today, which aroused people's envy and attracted bad people.

There were only two people on the other side, while I was all alone.

I am just an ordinary person, with neither strength nor combat skills.

If it really comes down to a fight, I won't have any advantage.

Li Qingshan's heart stirred. Since you are so greedy for money, then don't blame me for sending you into the tiger's den.

He deliberately slowed his pace, with the Wang brothers, Chuanwu and Chuanwen, following silently behind him, seemingly trying to find Li Qingshan's hideout.

As night fell, Li Qingshan suddenly quickened his pace and began to run wildly into the distance.

"Oh no, he's spotted us."

"Quick, chase after him! Don't let him get away!"

Wang Chuanwen, thinking about his iron pot, ran ahead of everyone else.

Just as he was still in a daze, Li Qingshan reappeared, no longer carrying the burden he had been carrying.

"Quick, catch up with him!"

The two ran one after the other, panting heavily.

Before long, a dilapidated house appeared ahead, with an open space in front of it.

"This is it, this must be his home."

"Look here, there's still a wild rabbit hanging there."

"I'll take one with me later."

Click, click.

The two men crept quietly into the field. Wang Chuanwu suddenly stopped and turned to ask, "Brother Chuanwen, did you hear anything?"

"What kind of commotion could there be? Find that kid and ask him where he hid the stuff."

Wang Chuanwen stared at his surroundings. He knew that with the wild grass covering the mountains and fields, it would be too easy to hide a person or something.

We must find that kid, force him to tell us where he hid the thing, and then kill him.

Click, click.

The sound in my ears became clearer and clearer, as if something was crawling out of the ground.

The two stopped and slowly turned their heads.

In the pitch-black night, a pair of bright green eyes stared at them.

The eyes belonged to a stray dog ​​whose flesh was rotting and emitted a pungent stench.

"Ghost, ghost..."

Wang Chuanwen and Wang Chuanwu shouted out at the same time.