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

The black pig was tied up by its legs and hung from the frame, head down and feet up, its mouth open and facing Li Qingshan, its only eye rolling around as it stared at him.

Li Qingshan twitched his face and slowly moved his position in the bucket, carefully avoiding the black pig's gaze.

At this moment, the bucket was burning hot, and the blood in the bucket was slowly stimulated by the heat, seeping into Li Qingshan's body through his skin.

A sensation of both itchiness and pain spread from his bones. Li Qingshan knew that this was a crucial moment, and the blood medicine in the bucket was strengthening his muscles and bones.

The black pig's eyes moved slowly, and a hoarse sound came from its open mouth. Blood seeped from its eye holes and splashed into the bloody water in the basin.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the rope suspending the pig swayed back and forth, the pig's head dangling in front of Li Qingshan.

The rope binding the pigs couldn't withstand the force of the back-and-forth shaking. Li Qingshan watched it break little by little, and before his very eyes, it fell to the ground with a thud, landing right in the bucket.

Li Qingshan quickly hid in a corner to avoid being hit by the black pig. In the blink of an eye, the black pig had just fallen when it jumped off again and ran into the darkness.

Li Qingshan was about to give chase, but he was completely naked and the absorption of the medicine was at a critical moment, so he couldn't get away.

He endured the pain in the tub, waiting for the medicine to be fully absorbed, and the red spots on his body subsided by more than half.

Li Qingshan then jumped out of the wooden tub, hastily put on his coat, and chased after them barefoot.

As dawn broke and white mist rose over the fields, Li Qingshan, soaking wet, walked through the tobacco fields and found a fallen iron-eating boar in the ground.

The wounds on its neck and eyes had healed and formed scabs. It lay motionless on the ground, probably due to exhaustion.

Li Qingshan gripped the black iron spear, aimed at the black pig's other eye, and was about to plunge it in.

Huh?

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at a pile of pig dung behind the wild boar's skin.

The sun peeked out, and its rays fell precisely on it, reflecting a metallic sheen.

Ok?

Li Qingshan poked it with the tip of his spear, and heard the sound of metal striking stone.

This is what happened: after eating the barbed wire, I had diarrhea again.

After the barbed caltrops were passed through the black pig's stomach, their quality improved significantly upon expelling, with fewer impurities.

Ok……

Li Qingshan stood facing the rising sun, gun in hand, thinking that he should probably get involved in animal husbandry.

……

In fact, the local farmers who reclaimed the land all had a tradition of raising pigs. They would build pigsties behind their houses or next to the toilets, feed them leftovers, and gather wild grass during the off-season. At the end of the year, they could slaughter the pigs and sell them for money.

Li Qingshan had no idea about this because he had enough food and protein.

But this iron-eating boar that suddenly appeared was quite special; who would have thought that its excrement could improve the quality of metals?

Even Old Zhang didn't know this.

Li Qingshan decided to raise them first and figure out how to use them. If they could be used, he would keep raising them; if they couldn't, he would kill them and bury them in the ground to fertilize the fields.

Once you've decided to keep it, the first thing to do is to confine it and limit its range of movement.

Li Qingshan walked around the earthen house, and finally chose an open space next to the blacksmith's shed, where he stood with a shovel in hand.

Next came what Li Qingshan excelled at: digging pits.

He wielded a shovel, digging with incredible speed, making the pit deeper and deeper. In just half a day, he had dug a large pit that was two meters wide and ten feet deep.

He stood in the pit, surveying his surroundings with satisfaction, occasionally using his shovel to trim the protruding clods of earth. Not bad, not bad, having more strength really has its advantages; now, he was practically a human excavator.

However, there is still a minor problem: how am I supposed to get out?

After some time, Li Qingshan dug an upward slope and safely reached the ground.

Then, they threw the unconscious iron-eating boar inside and set up a fence at the exit to prevent it from sneaking out.

At this moment, its wounds have mostly healed, and although it is still unconscious, its vital signs have stabilized.

Li Qingshan stood by the pig pit, collected some discarded hoes and sickles from his work, and threw them in.

Huffing and puffing.

The black pig slowly raised its head, without even opening its eyes, and began to chew slowly on the edge of the hoe.

Li Qingshan: That's an incredible appetite!

After observing for a while and confirming that there were no problems for the time being, Li Qingshan took the collected pig manure to the blacksmith's shed.

He threw several piles of metal pig manure into the furnace, pulled the bellows hard, and the fire roared up.

Then, he used pliers to forge it on the anvil.

The difference was immediately noticeable upon handling; the scrap iron, optimized with pig intestines, had higher purity and fewer impurities. A few hammer blows revealed its clean texture.

Li Qingshan had a sudden inspiration and began to intentionally change the shape of the iron billet. Under his hammer, the iron billet slowly stretched out.

Li Qingshan inserted it into the bucket of water. With a hissing sound, white smoke billowed out, and the temperature on the surface of the iron billet dropped rapidly. A long and narrow sword appeared before Li Qingshan's eyes.

The sword is jet black, covered with layers of mesmerizing and dreamlike patterns that are dazzling and captivating.

He has never given up his obsession with swords, and now that he has this sword, all he needs to do is carefully polish it and add a hilt, and it will be a fine sword.

With this sword, I can better comprehend the Three Swords of Asking the Moon.

"You are the first weapon I forge, so I will teach you the Pig Dung Sword."

Li Qingshan casually swung his sword, which sliced ​​through the air and emitted a series of hums, seemingly satisfied with the name.

At this moment, Li Qingshan returned to the pig pit and was surprised to find that the broken hoes and sickles in the pit had been almost completely gnawed by the black pigs, and there were also two piles of pig manure, gleaming with a metallic luster.

It didn't stop after finishing its meal; it took two more bites of soil, but then realized it couldn't eat it. Now it's lying at the bottom of the pit, staring up at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan heard that pigs never see the sky in their entire lives, and that if a pig raises its head, it means it's about to eat a person.

Li Qingshan was not surprised by this, after all, this iron-eating boar could not be judged by common sense.

However, it eats way too much; it seems to eat everything except pig manure and dirt.

Li Qingshan collected some more trash from near the earthen house and threw it all into the pit.

With food in hand, the black pig stopped staring at Li Qingshan and began gnawing on the wood, making a crunching sound.

Li Qingshan was speechless. He wondered if this pig would eat him out of house and home.

Two days later, Zhou Ergou delivered the second truckload of iron, which finally relieved Li Qingshan's urgent need.

Incidentally, Zhou Ergou also brought over the plow harness and cart for Li Qingshan.

On Tuesday, Dog revealed the economic difficulties, given that these iron materials are not only embargoed but also expensive.

Li Qingshan knew he needed to find something else to sell.

"When you have some free time, find out about the ferocious beast for me, and let me know if you hear any news about the Yellow Springs Peddler." Then, Li Qingshan took out the pig dung sword hanging in the blacksmith's shed. "Find a knife sharpener for me, sharpen it, and add a handle and scabbard."

"Alright, I'll be careful. I'll make sure it gets inside the pass." Zhou Ergou sheathed the sword. "Does this sword have a name?"

"Pig Dung Sword"

"Good name," Zhou Ergou praised. "Building a Tomb Sword, very arrogant indeed."