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

Besides the Dragon Valley, there are several smuggling trails that connect the grasslands with the northern lands.

As a peddler, Zhou Ergou was naturally familiar with these alleyways, and he came here this time by taking one of them.

Li Qingshan used a knife to pick up the remaining red meat and put it on the fire to roast.

The surface of the long-lived meat was oozing layers of red liquid, and it was smoking from the charcoal fire, making the aroma in the air even more enticing.

Li Qingshan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Even I'm starting to get impatient.

He picked out half a piece of longan meat, mixed it with half a leftover roast chicken, chopped it into minced meat with a sharp knife, then mixed in some mud and kneaded it into a mud ball the size of a head.

The fragrance in the air grew stronger, and one could almost hear the distant roars of wild beasts.

I need to set a trap quickly.

In fact, before Tuesday Dog arrived, Li Qingshan had already observed the surrounding terrain and imagined where he would set up if he brought Red Meat with him.

He had already chosen several locations.

Not far from the campfire, there is a flat mountain wall with a narrow cave at its base, which can be used as a trap.

Before dawn, Li Qingshan arrived at the cave, inspected it, threw the meatball made of red flesh into the cave, found a large rock, and nestled behind the corpse.

……

Barbarian camp on the shores of Lake Saintess.

The fiery sun rose from the east, turning the entire Saintess Lake a crimson red.

Today marks the end of the autumn hunting festival, and it's also the most lively day.

People from various tribes would ride horses and drive carts to this place to see who was the true Great Aru of this generation.

The five tribal chiefs sat on high seats, with large banners fluttering behind them, depicting the totems of their respective tribes.

Before them were five piles of prey, one of which had a bear's head on top, its mouth agape and blood flowing from it.

"It seems that the Great Aru is going to be taken away by our Red Bone Tribe again this time," an elderly man said, stroking his beard.

"The sun hasn't set yet, and our Blue Wolf tribe is doing quite well."

On the animal pile of the Green Wolf tribe lay a wild bull's head, weighing several dozen kilograms. People couldn't help but wonder what kind of warrior was qualified to wrestle with it and cut off its head.

The people whispered among themselves, saying that the barbarians on the grasslands respected their enemies, but they also respected the defeated.

"Hey, what's that group over there?" someone noticed. "Which tribe does that belong to?"

Besides the five major tribes, there are several smaller tribes on the grasslands, but only the five major tribes are qualified to display their flags at the Autumn Hunting Festival.

"You don't know yet? Those belong to the Great Yan Dynasty. They also participated in this autumn hunting festival."

"Ha, how do they know how to hunt?"

Looking at the pitifully small pile of prey, everyone felt that Da Yan didn't know how to hunt at all.

At this moment, an elderly man with gray hair and ordinary clothes walked out of the tent and walked towards them.

The five chieftains of the barbarian tribe unconsciously lowered their heads, as if to avoid his sharp edge.

"That's him!"

"He is the truly brave man."

"It is said that if you put a cow in its tent, it will get pregnant."

Some barbarian women gathered together and whispered among themselves, even pointing and whispering at him, and he blushed without realizing it.

The King of the North calmly sat down in the chair.

Ulemon cleared his throat and said, "Distinguished guests from Great Yan, the battle is now over. From now on, our sons can do business right at Great Yan's doorstep."

The King of the North's gaze fell on the pile of prey representing the Great Yan: a few chickens, rabbits, and a pitifully small gazelle—that was all the prey he had.

What's going on? This shouldn't be happening!

He was surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He calmly said, "The sun hasn't set yet, Chief Ulemon, don't be too anxious."

Ulemon smiled, displaying the composure of a victor; no matter how stubborn you are, the facts cannot be changed.

"Report!"

Just then, a knight rode up at full speed, carrying a snow wolf on his back.

The wolf was completely hairless from head to tail, except for a single arrow in its neck.

"Chief, this was obtained by the Red Bone Tribe from hunting bald salt," the knight reported immediately.

"Ayan, you did a great job!" Ulemon couldn't help but clench his fist in praise. "Snow wolves like this are rare even on the grasslands, especially since it only took one arrow."

Ulemon hadn't paid much attention to his eldest son before, but now that his younger son was dead, he had no choice but to focus his attention on his eldest son.

"The snow wolf was originally discovered by the people of Dayan. They had chased the snow wolf until it was exhausted, but they could not surround it. The Salt Master arrived and shot it with an arrow."

"good!"

The five clan leaders cheered in unison.

"Even if such prey were delivered right to the mouths of the Yan people, they couldn't hold onto it. We still need the brave warriors of our grasslands."

Ulemon glanced at the King of the North and said, "Bring wine to thank our distinguished guest from Great Yan for bringing us such delicious prey."

……

On the grassland, Shen Ying sat on the ground, almost in tears.

He then encountered several other lone Yan people. After finally managing to surround a snow wolf, it was snatched away by the barbarians.

Despite all her efforts, she has gained nothing but exhaustion.

Qian Damu stood behind her, silent.

"Do you think there are some things we really can't do?" Shen Ying murmured to herself.

As the daughter of the governor of the northern region of Da Yan, she had always seen her father's hard work and knew how difficult it was for him to manage the northern defense line.

Therefore, she always willingly remained subordinate to men, wanting to share some of the burden with her father.

However, some things are simply impossible to do. The defenses painstakingly built, like the handsome snow wolf, will eventually be taken away.

"I refuse to accept this."

She suddenly raised her head, tied her ponytail behind her head, as if swearing to the grassland: "I refuse to believe I can't do it."

Just then, a fast horse galloped past in the distance; it was the knight responsible for transporting the prey.

Shen Ying noticed that a dying leopard was being carried on the horse's back.

"It was hunted by barbarians again; they really know how to hunt."

"Not barbarians."

Qian Damu suddenly spoke up, pointing to the rope on the leopard's leg.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Shen Ying still managed to see clearly that there was a red rope tied to the leopard's left hind leg, which was the symbol of Da Yan.

A sudden surge of excitement welled up within him: "I knew it! Our Great Yan is teeming with talent; how could we possibly be inferior to barbarians? I just wonder, who hunted this leopard?"

"Perhaps they are skilled soldiers, or perhaps there are hidden masters among the land reclamation households."

"Let's go, let's follow the road and see if we can run into him." Shen Ying pointed to the distance, where a wisp of white smoke was rising, a sign of a successful hunt.

……

On the shores of Lake Sainte, everyone drank heartily.

The King of the North, however, found the wine in his cup particularly bitter.

clap clap.

Ulemon put down his wine bowl and said, "Gentlemen, the autumn hunting festival is about to end. Why don't we add some more prizes for today's winners?"

Everyone put down their wine bowls at the same time and said in unison, "That would be perfect."