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

"I'll forge iron myself?" If Zhou Ergou hadn't reminded him, Li Qingshan wouldn't have thought of this. "But I've never done blacksmithing before."

"Have you ever farmed before?"

Li Qingshan: "..."

"Actually, blacksmithing is easy; all you need is strength. By the way, do you have strength?"

Li Qingshan nodded heavily. This was not Li Qingshan boasting. He often took Blood Red Jade, and now the strength in his arms was at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

So Zhou Ergou is right. All you need to do to forge iron is strength; knowing how to swing the hammer is enough.

Anyway, what I'm going to fight isn't some divine weapon, just an iron cage to trap monsters.

"There's a blacksmith shop in the village. They usually make things like hoes and sickles. You can go check it out if you have time. I'll have someone build a forge for you, and then I'll secretly transport some iron over. Iron is a small object, so it won't be easily discovered," Zhou Ergou said.

"I'll go right away." Li Qingshan suddenly remembered something and added, "Get me another small car, I use it to haul things around."

"Leave it to me."

On Tuesday, the dog got up and glanced at the field, where he saw many figures in the distance.

"You've hired a lot of farmhands again? You're quite quick to find people."

Tuesday Dog was just saying it casually, and then he drove off in his cart.

After it left, Li Qingshan rode Wuying towards the village.

In the past two or three months, many people have moved here from inside the pass. There are dozens of such villages alone, with each military village having an average of three to five hundred people.

To make it easier for the land reclaimers to work, the Northern Camp set up blacksmith shops, tailor shops, and herbal medicine shops near the villages...

The military settlement where Li Qingshan lived was called Hukoutun, and the blacksmith shop was located in the center of the settlement.

Nowadays, blacksmithing is a rare profession; there is only one blacksmith shop in the surrounding seven or eight villages.

When Li Qingshan arrived, he saw that the area was crowded with people, all carrying their own hoes and kitchen knives to do repairs.

The old blacksmith led four or five apprentices around the furnace, their skin tanned black, and sweat rolling down their faces.

Li Qingshan secretly learned the craft from the sidelines, and before long, he figured out the blacksmithing process: heating, forging, quenching, and tempering.

After that, there's grinding and polishing, but Li Qingshan is making an iron cage, so it doesn't need to be that complicated.

Two more days passed, and on Tuesday, Gou had already led people to build the blacksmith's furnace and delivered the anvil, charcoal, and other materials needed for blacksmithing.

The site should be kept at a certain distance from the earthen houses. Having learned from the previous lesson of burning the haystacks, I still need to separate the living area from the production area.

Li Qingshan circled the stove, feeling a sudden urge to try his hand at cooking.

Unfortunately, the charcoal and anvil have arrived, but the first batch of iron materials has not yet been delivered.

Iron is a prohibited item, and it is not easy to transport it out of the customs.

Li Qingshan's heart stirred, and he suddenly thought of something.

I do have some ironclad evidence, but I've hidden it away.

He came to the riverbank alone, looked around to make sure no one was there, took off his coat, and jumped in with a splash.

Not long after, Li Qingshan emerged, clutching two curved swords and a tattered helmet.

He had previously hunted barbarians and seized a lot of ironware, but because he was worried that the news would leak out, he threw it all into the ditch at the bottom of the slope.

I never imagined there would be a day when waste could be reused.

Li Qingshan returned to Xiongtian with the ironware, and he was full of energy.

First, charcoal was added to the furnace, then ironware was thrown in, and then the bellows were pulled vigorously.

With a whooshing sound, the fire in the furnace grew stronger and stronger. The ironware in the furnace was first dark red, then slowly turned orange-red, and then turned orange-white. A wave of heat rushed over.

Li Qingshan used pliers to remove the iron object and fixed it to the anvil. Then, he swung the hammer and smashed it down.

boom!

A thunderous roar shook the ground beneath our feet.

Inside the room, Old Zhang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them, his eyes filled with confusion.

What is that sound?

boom!

boom!

boom!

With one hammer blow, sparks flew everywhere; after several blows, the iron on the anvil had softened and deformed, smashed into something like putty.

That's way too easy.

Li Qingshan, holding the iron hammer, could hardly believe that this supposedly miraculous skill seemed to pose no challenge to him at all.

The saying goes, "One force can overcome a hundred skills." Once you become stronger, many things become easier.

He quickly forged the two curved swords into strips and then quenched them in cold water.

For me, forging is not difficult at all; the only time-consuming part is heating and starting the fire.

Level 2 inhospitable field.

Time until next refresh: 1 day 12 hours 46 minutes.

There are less than two days left before a new monster appears, and I must prepare in advance. Based on the current timeline, there is no time to build an iron cage.

He went to the center of the ominous field and circled the monster-spawning tank in front of him.

Li Qingshan thought for a moment, and an idea popped into his mind.

There's no time left to rebuild the monster spawner, but you can reinforce the existing one yourself.

Li Qingshan returned to the blacksmith's shed, but this time his purpose was not the iron cage, but the sharp iron caltrops.

Barbed caltrops are square in shape, and no matter how they are thrown on the ground, the sharp side will always face up.

Each batch was made and then placed near the monster-spawning tank.

These past two days, Li Qingshan has been immersed in the world of blacksmithing, his hands clanging and clattering all day long, completely oblivious to everything else.

Before we knew it, it was already dusk on the second day.

Time until next refresh: 5 hours 39 minutes

By this time, the area around the monster spawner was covered with barbed wire, and on the outer edge were tobacco plants that had reached waist height.

Li Qingshan still felt it wasn't stable enough, so he shook the brass bell to gather the thirty zombies around, making them hold iron tools and form a circle around the monster-spawning tank.

By this time, it was already dark, and Li Qingshan felt a little dizzy.

He went back inside, where Old Zhang was still in the basin. He said, "What have you been busy with these past few days, making all that noise?"

"I haven't been busy with anything. I'm just a farmer, what's there to be busy about?" Li Qingshan's head ached a little. "Old Zhang, do you have any way to help me regain some of my energy?"

"Then can I tell you?" Old Zhang said with a cold smile, closing his eyes.

Li Qingshan lay helplessly on the kang (a heated brick bed), and could only recover his depleted energy by sleeping.

As the night deepened, there was no sound around except for Li Qingshan's steady breathing.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and stared at the numbers in front of him:

Time until next refresh: 5 minutes

Li Qingshan jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed), rushed to the door, grabbed the big knife Ghost Mask Roar with his left hand and the black iron spear from the grassland with his right hand, and strode out, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Old Zhang in the basin opened his eyes, his withered face full of confusion.

What exactly is he doing?

Li Qingshan went outside and stared at the numbers in front of him:

Refresh time: 10 seconds.

Gradually, white mist rose up around us, spreading out like a gust of wind.

Li Qingshan frowned, feeling that the white mist resembled what he had seen that night in Gouzuizi Forest.

He held his breath, and from within the white mist, he could faintly hear the low growls of wild beasts.