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

As dawn broke, an old man and a young boy were moving towards the earthen house.

Chen Shuanzi, carrying a shoulder pole, said reluctantly, "Father, do they need us to put out a fire? If we get there now, the fire will probably be out by then."

"You can't say that. We're all neighbors, so we should help each other out when needed."

Chen Shuanzi pursed his lips: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You just want to get close to them."

"Kid, now everyone knows that there's a strange man living on Locust Tree Slope. He's a loner. Not only is he good at farming, but he's also a hunter. He was the first person in our area to build a house."

"So you want to marry your older sister to him..."

"You brat, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Mancang cursed and carried the shoulder pole forward.

In the blink of an eye, the earthen houses on the locust tree slope came into view, and the haystacks next to the houses had been burned to ashes.

Chen Mancang composed himself and ran forward with enthusiasm, but suddenly he stopped and stared blankly ahead.

Chen Shuanzi tried to move forward, but he was pulled back.

The sun had not yet risen, and several people stood in the misty fields.

They were dressed in tattered clothes and carried axes, machetes, and other tools.

These are... bandits!

Chen Mancang's heart jumped into his throat. Bandits were a fearsome force, appearing and disappearing like the wind, committing all sorts of evil deeds such as burning, killing, and looting.

What shocked him even more were the expressions of these bandits. They were expressionless and their faces were ashen, looking more like ghosts than humans.

"Father..."

Chen Shuanzi, his face ashen, pointed ahead and saw several men wearing straw hats waving shovels and digging holes in the field.

At their feet lay bleeding arms, legs, and heads...

They are burying people in the ground.

……

The two quietly left, not even bothering to take their carrying poles, and ran for seven or eight miles before slowly coming to their senses. They looked at each other, panting, their faces as white as paper.

"Father, Locust Tree Slope is haunted!"

"I know, I know..." Chen Mancang was still in shock, his face still covered in cold sweat.

"Father, what should we do now? Should we still arrange a marriage for my sister?"

"Damn it, the locust tree slope is haunted! How are we going to find a husband for your sister now? We need to find a master to exorcise the ghost!"

……

Li Qingshan walked out of the earthen house, his head still throbbing.

This brass bell takes a lot of mental strain, and it's not something you can recover from just by sleeping. As for the methods of cultivating the soul, Old Zhang wouldn't tell me.

Now the farmhands wearing straw hats begin to till the fields, while the newly joined bandits stand with weapons in hand, like a security force.

Especially the red-faced dog carrying a big sword, who was extremely strong and could even lift the 210-pound Ghost-faced Roar.

If I can completely control him, he can become a decent henchman.

Unfortunately, his current spiritual power is not enough to fully control the brass bell.

Li Qingshan opened the panel.

Level 2 inhospitable field.

Possessing 10 Green Locust Coins

Time until next refresh: 4 day 9 hours 56 minutes.

This is the first time that evil spirits have been actively refreshed since the Xiongtian was upgraded.

Li Qingshan had a hunch that the evil spirits that had reappeared this time were definitely not ordinary.

The homemade monster spawner is clearly outdated and needs to be upgraded.

Moreover, I now have money and supplies, so I can do some big things.

Li Qingshan had an idea: why not make an iron cage so that any monsters that popped out would be trapped inside, making it easier for him to kill monsters without taking damage?

The first step in making the iron cage is to consult with Zhou Ergou and purchase the necessary raw materials.

Li Qingshan left the earthen house and headed towards Zhou Ergou's house.

He had just come down the slope when he turned back.

He already has a vehicle for transportation.

If you can ride but don't, aren't you sick?

Li Qingshan pulled on the reins, flipped himself onto the horse's back, and sat down. The black shadow snorted wildly, and Li Qingshan patted it on the head. It smelled Li Qingshan's scent and instantly became docile.

"Walk."

Li Qingshan, riding his horse, subconsciously straightened his back. The horse, with its head held high, strode forward, carrying Li Qingshan down the slope.

Down the slope, in the farmland, many farmers are busy reclaiming wasteland. In recent days, they have reclaimed a lot of wasteland and built thatched huts and wooden houses, which barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Upon seeing Li Qingshan arrive, everyone cast envious glances their way.

"What a beautiful horse!"

"This horse is probably worth five hundred acres of land."

"In my opinion, it's at least a thousand acres."

Chen Mancang and Chen Shuanzi were picking wild vegetables in the field when they were suddenly startled and quickly buried their heads in the ground.

"Father, brother!" Chen Mili, dressed in a coarse cloth floral jacket, tidied the strands of hair at her temples. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Li Qingshan rode his horse all the way to Zhou Ergou's house, but Zhou Ergou was not home. He only saw his son, Huwa.

"If he's not here, I'll head back now and come back later."

"Father told me to wait at home, and if Uncle Li comes looking for him, I should tell him immediately, and he will come to you right away."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he dashed off toward Qingniu Pass.

"Um……"

Li Qingshan touched his nose and had no choice but to return to the treacherous field.

Along the way, the stares of those around him made him feel a little uncomfortable; the shadow of his own body was too conspicuous.

This is not in line with his usual low-key and cautious style.

Li Qingshan looked at the shiny black shadow in front of him and, after thinking for a moment, decided to disguise it.

He first heated the iron shovel red-hot in the stove, then burned off the thick mane on Wuying's neck, and then used a sharp wood-chopping knife to cut off a few pieces of hair from his body.

After all that fuss, the horse's mane became uneven, its hair became patchy, and its tail became sparse.

The black horse, which had been standing tall and proud, suddenly drooped its head, its eyes dimmed, and it appeared visibly depressed.

Li Qingshan was very satisfied. With this disguise, he wouldn't stand out as much when he rode out again.

He grabbed a handful of hay and offered it to the black horse's mouth. The horse turned its head to the side and let out a heavy, cold snort.

Snapped!

Li Qingshan slapped him across the face, calling him a shameless jerk.

"Green Mountain Wolf, Green Mountain Gentleman!"

Just then, Zhou Ergou arrived driving his cart. He got off and, seeing the black horse in front of the house, was immediately puzzled: "Why is this horse crying?"

The black horse's eyes were brimming with tears.

"It's probably because of the strong autumn winds," Li Qingshan said, patting the black horse on the shoulder. "I also need you to get me a set of plows so it will be easier to work in the fields in the future."

On Tuesday, the dog walked around the black horse twice with his hands behind his back and said, "It's a bit ugly, but it's sturdy. It'll be good for plowing and grinding in the future."

"I have another favor to ask of you," Li Qingshan told Zhou Ergou about his idea of ​​building an iron cage.

Tuesday Dog shook his head. "Is it difficult to handle?"

"Are you short of money? I do have some food."

Zhou Ergou shook his head. "Money and provisions are minor matters; you still have some stored with me. The key issue is that ironware is a prohibited item. If I were to smuggle it out of the country without authorization, it would be a capital offense punishable by beheading."

"This is a difficult situation," Li Qingshan said, frowning.

Zhou Ergou thought for a moment and said, "Qingshanlang, have you ever thought about simply forging the blacksmith yourself?"