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

Ok……

Li Qingshan remained silent for a while, and did not correct Zhou Ergou. Anyway, if you say he's arrogant, then he's arrogant.

After the dog left on Tuesday, Li Qingshan began sorting through the iron scraps he had brought. These scraps consisted mostly of broken hoes, cracked pot bottoms, rusty axes, and half-cut machetes…

It can be understood as either iron material or scrap iron.

There's no way around it; ironware is in such short supply these days.

After thinking for a moment, Li Qingshan simply threw everything into the pig pit.

The black pig opened its mouth and chewed the scrap iron bit by bit.

Li Qingshan then took a hoe and went to the edge of the field to collect the essence of wild plants and trees, and then used it to fertilize the tobacco field.

These fifty acres of tobacco fields, after careful management, have passed the stage of picking flowers and stubble removal, and are slowly approaching maturity.

You need to apply more fertilizer to make the leaves thicker and oilier, so that the tobacco leaves produced will be more robust.

Now, Tuesday's dog is in dire financial straits, and he only has the food stored in the house left. The prey in the surrounding mountains and forests is becoming increasingly scarce, and he is counting on this tobacco field until the end of winter.

He carried his hoe and went and came back, but he went further and further away.

Firstly, because after autumn arrives, the grass withers and turns yellow, unlike the lush vegetation of summer. Secondly, I've already harvested quite a bit with a hoe, and the surrounding area has been completely stripped bare.

The efficiency of collecting plant essences is not as fast as it used to be.

If the hoe is ineffective, the tobacco field will grow as slowly as ordinary crops, and if the temperature drops in winter, all the tobacco leaves in the field will freeze.

Therefore, Li Qingshan had to go a little further and come to a nearby elm grove.

He swung his hoe at the tree roots, and the essence of the plants was absorbed by the hoe, causing the elm tree in front of him to wither and turn yellow at a visible speed.

Ok……

This is a short-sighted approach, like draining a pond to catch all the fish, and it's hardly efficient.

Li Qingshan returned to the rotten field with a hoe, releasing the essence of the plants into the tobacco field. The tobacco leaves were plump and large, mature enough to be harvested.

Afterwards, another enclosed earthen house needs to be built next to the earthen house to roast tobacco leaves.

Li Qingshan was exhausted from his work. When he returned to his earthen house, he felt a headache coming on.

Even with the help of the zombie farmhands, Li Qingshan still felt overwhelmed.

He looked at Old Zhang in the basin. Before he could speak, Old Zhang understood his meaning, chuckled coldly twice, and closed his eyes.

Helpless, Li Qingshan could only close his eyes and try to restore his spiritual power through sleep.

……

Day after day.

On this day in Qingniu Pass, Zhou Ergou handed the general store over to the shop assistant and went out with a long, narrow object wrapped in burlap.

Qingniu Pass is the foremost pass in the north, serving as both the gateway to the Great Yan in the north and a vital transportation route for trade between the barbarians and the Great Yan.

The area was bustling with merchants and travelers, and various goods and information gathered here. At the same time, it also attracted many strange and unusual people.

On Tuesday, Gou arrived at a blacksmith shop in the south of the city. It was an ordinary blacksmith shop, but because it was located at a major transportation route, it also sold things like barbarian scimitars and Central Plains swords.

Zhou Ergou was already acquainted with the shop owner. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he put down what he was carrying: "Help me polish it up, and just make sure you have the sword hilt and scabbard."

"Put it down, I'll have someone deliver it to you after I'm done tidying it up."

On Tuesday, Gou placed the longsword wrapped in burlap on the table, chatted casually for a few minutes, and then strolled around the streets to inquire about some news.

Shortly after Zhou Ergou left, a group of young men dressed as wandering swordsmen arrived at Qingniu Pass and stopped in front of the blacksmith's shop.

The blacksmith shop owner noticed that these people were neatly dressed, wearing jade pendants and bracelets, and that one of them was a woman.

This is clearly a big customer.

The blacksmith smiled and stepped forward. "Please feel free to look around. I have some knives here that were brought over from the barbarians. They've all been used to kill people. One strike can sever a horse's neck, sizzle..."

"Just scrap metal."

A handsome young man smiled, casually pushed aside the cutting board, and his fingers just happened to pry open the sword blank wrapped in burlap.

"what?"

His fingers suddenly stopped, his fingertips pressing against the blade, feeling the slight coolness it emanated. After a long while, he sighed softly, "A fine sword."

……

The autumn sun shone brightly in front of the house.

The earthen house was surrounded by racks covered with bundles of tobacco leaves.

A new mud house was built next to it to speed up the tobacco roasting process.

Li Qingshan stood by the field, shaking a brass bell, while the zombie farmhands picked tobacco leaves in the field.

After a while, Li Qingshan started to feel a headache.

These zombie laborers can handle simple physical labor, but delicate tasks like picking tobacco leaves are a huge drain on their mental energy.

But Old Zhang, that stubborn blockhead, refused to tell me the methods of cultivating one's spirit.

Cultivating fifty acres of land now is beyond my capabilities.

Human strength is sometimes limited.

Li Qingshan sighed, stood up, casually picked a tobacco leaf from the shelf above his head, rolled it into a stick with his hand, and then lit it in the stove.

White smoke rose in wisps and entered Li Qingshan's nostrils.

Li Qingshan casually took a puff and inhaled the smoke into his lungs.

Huh?

Li Qingshan was stunned on the spot, and his head, which had been throbbing with pain, was relieved to a great extent.

He wondered if it was just his imagination. After finishing a cigarette, he felt completely satisfied and his mind returned to normal.

This……

Li Qingshan was somewhat incredulous, his eyes filled with surprise.

These tobacco leaves actually helped me regain my energy.

If one's mental state can be restored in time, then one can more precisely direct the zombies to do their work.

In this way, cultivating fifty acres of land would no longer be a problem for him.

This time, the Soul Tobacco Leaf arrived just in time.

To avoid making a mistake, Li Qingshan conducted several more experiments.

He discovered that the tobacco leaves from the three mu of barren land were truly effective; while tobacco leaves from ordinary farmland also had some effect, the effect was very limited.

The tobacco in these three acres of barren land is a treasure; we must not waste it.

He stood by the field, shaking a brass bell. The thirty farmhands in the field instantly received the instruction, took their positions, and began picking tobacco leaves.

Li Qingshan took a puff of the Soul-Returning Smoke, and his depleted soul power immediately recovered.

Good, good, with this Soul-Returning Tobacco, I can do even more things now.

Old Zhang, who was inside the house, squinted slightly when he heard the jingling of bells outside.

With such unrestrained use of the brass bell, and having never cultivated his spiritual power, he'll probably have a splitting headache again soon.

If he comes in later and begs me, I'll make a few small requests of him and slowly get him under my control.

Squeak.

The door opened suddenly, and Old Zhang closed his eyes, looking as calm and collected as ever.

After a while, there was no movement in front of him. He gently opened his eyes and saw Li Qingshan sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at him with a smile.

What's going on? Why does he look like he's been stabbed?

At this moment, Li Qingshan held a spark in his hand and gently exhaled a puff of white smoke.

Huh?

As white smoke filled the room, Old Zhang's eyes widened in surprise.