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

"Surname Tian?" Li Qingshan gripped the black iron spear, lost in deep silence.

This is completely disregarding oneself.

Or rather, they didn't see themselves at all.

"How many of you are there? Let me see you more clearly." Li Qingshan stared at the group in the distance. As long as they got close to the attack range of the mourning ghost, he would bury them in the ground to fertilize the fields.

In the darkness, the other person waved a torch and said, "Don't come any closer. No one is allowed to leave. My master said not a single tobacco leaf can be allowed to escape."

Li Qingshan: "..."

Just then, there was another rapid sound of horses' hooves. Li Qingshan looked up and saw a group of people carrying lanterns rushing towards them from a distance.

"Who are you?" the first person to arrive asked.

"We are from the Qi family. Our master ordered us to guard this place and not allow anyone to approach."

"Hmph, I knew you would come. My master told us to come first, and anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy."

"Hahaha, what a joke! Do you really think this tobacco field belongs to you?"

"This place is already occupied by us. Anyone who doesn't want to die, come closer and speak."

Just as tensions were rising between the two sides, another group of people arrived.

Li Qingshan quickly figured out their identities—they were thugs kept by the Meng family.

The three groups gathered together, arguing loudly, but none of them actually made a move. They simply surrounded the tobacco fields on the slope, patrolling back and forth, not allowing anyone to trespass.

Li Qingshan squatted on the slope, like an insignificant bystander.

He scratched his head, slowly put down the iron spear he was holding, turned around, and went back to his earthen house to sleep.

Inside the room, Old Zhang was still puffing on his cigarette, trying to calm his mind.

Li Qingshan lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), not feeling sleepy at all. He simply took out the sword diagram and leaned against the kang to study it carefully.

……

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

As Li Qingshan stepped out of the earthen house, the first thing he saw was the three powerful families at the foot of the locust tree slope.

They set up their camp at a certain distance from the locust tree, keeping to themselves but keeping an eye on each other.

Li Qingshan silently watched this scene, then turned and went to the edge of the field. He unzipped his pants and was about to urinate when he suddenly noticed that several tobacco plants at the edge of the field were growing exceptionally well.

Huh?

Li Qingshan was stunned. The tobacco in his field was all fed by him using a yin-yang hoe, and it was already growing exceptionally well.

However, these few tobacco plants need to be described with an even stronger word.

The same soil, the same land, why are you so special?

Li Qingshan walked around the edge of the field twice, and suddenly realized that this was the place where he dumped pig manure.

Could it be that the iron-eating boars you keep in your pit can not only refine metals, but their excrement is also a good fertilizer?

Li Qingshan went to the edge of the pit again, and the black pig immediately started grunting. Pigs can be domesticated. After Li Qingshan fed it a few times, it began to regard Li Qingshan as its master.

Of course, if this iron-eating boar from the underworld were extremely hungry, it would probably even eat its owner.

Li Qingshan scanned the pit but didn't find any pig manure. After all, he didn't have many living people to feed it.

Since the locust tree slope was blocked, Li Qingshan wasn't in a hurry to go out.

He carried a sickle and collected some wild grass and vegetables, throwing them into the pigpen to feed the pigs.

Before they knew it, it was noon, and a person came down the slope.

She rode a small donkey, dressed as a man, with her hair tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, bobbing up and down with the donkey's rump.

Just as I reached the bottom of the slope and was about to climb up, someone suddenly shouted, "Who goes there? You're not allowed to go up here! Get out of the way!"

Shen Ying, who was on the donkey's back, was taken aback. She put her hands on her hips and said, "I should be asking you who you are and why you won't let me get on."

"Do I need to explain myself to you?" the burly man in the lead sneered. "Little girl, I advise you to leave now and not make trouble for yourself."

"Who's the little girl? You're the little girl." Shen Ying was also a little annoyed. Why could everyone except Li Qingshan see through her?

"What if I refuse to leave?" Shen Ying asked, tilting her head back.

"Hehe, then don't blame us brothers for being ruthless."

The burly men who had been squatting at the intersection stood up, their eyes full of mockery, having already regarded Shen Ying as a plaything.

Shen Ying felt a subconscious tension, but not much fear. Her face grew colder; if she lost even a single hair today, she would cut off these people's heads and feed them to the dogs.

"Don't lay a hand on her, don't lay a hand on her..." Li Qingshan's voice rang out from the hillside. He was carrying a basket in his left hand and holding a sickle in his right. "This is my friend. Please don't make things difficult for her."

"Qingshan Lang, what's going on? Why have they surrounded your house?" Shen Ying shouted immediately.

"It's nothing, I'll handle it myself. You can go back now."

"Do you need me to call some people for you?"

"No need to trouble yourself."

Shen Ying nodded. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Since Li Qingshan's life is not in danger, she doesn't need to rush.

"Little girl, you should leave quickly, don't let your lover worry."

The word "lover" stung Shen Ying. She turned around abruptly and scrutinized the other person carefully, trying to remember their appearance.

The other person was of medium height, with messy hair tied up, a square face, dark skin, a mole on the left cheek, and sparse stubble on his chin.

Liu Shan, a thug from the Tian family, was stunned. The way this young girl had looked at him just now made it seem as if his head was no longer on his head.

By the time Liu Shan came to his senses, Shen Ying had already ridden away on her donkey.

Shen Ying did not rush to leave. After walking for a while, she saw some farmers working in the fields ahead. She dismounted from the donkey and led it closer.

"Old man, do you know what happened on that locust tree slope over there?"

"Oh dear, we don't talk about these things, young lady. I advise you not to ask too many questions. It's better to avoid trouble," Chen Mancang said.

Shen Ying took a deep breath and said slowly, "Father-in-law, tell me what happened. I don't mind the trouble."

"Sigh, there's a strange man living on that locust tree slope. He never interacts with us and always keeps to himself. It's said that he's grown a strange herb, we don't know what it is, but it's quite valuable. That's why people are eyeing it, so they've fenced off the locust tree slope and aren't allowing anyone to go down there."

Shen Ying's eyes widened. How could such a thing happen? It was simply outrageous.

She mounted the donkey, patted its round rump, and hurried off toward the northern camp.

"Sigh... why did you leave so soon? There are still so many things I haven't told you," Chen Mancang said, still feeling unsatisfied.

Shen Ying arrived at the northern camp and barged into the commander's tent, saying, "Uncle Zhou, I can come and go as I please in this commander's tent, but there's a place in the north that I can't enter?"

"What's wrong? Who made you angry?" Zhou Wohu asked with a smile.

Shen Ying briefly recounted what had happened. Zhou Wohu frowned, then waved his hand, summoning a personal guard to come in and inquire about the matter.

"Uncle Zhou, didn't you want to win this person over? Now is the best opportunity to win people's hearts."

"What you say makes sense, but let's not rush this."

"What's wrong? Uncle Zhou isn't going to help?" Shen Ying asked curiously.

"We must help, but the time is not right yet. Only when he is desperate will our help be valuable and he will be truly devoted to us."