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

"What yellow rice and black rice? If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Liu Shan roared.

Lü Nian shook her head and instead took a step forward.

Upon seeing this, Liu Shan flew into a rage and led several of his men to rush over.

"slow!"

Shopkeeper Fang suddenly reached out and stopped Liu Shan and the others. His gaze fell directly on Lü Nian, and he bowed slightly. "I have long heard of the masters of the Yellow Rice Sect. They do not establish sects, nor do they covet wealth. With just a bag of yellow rice, they can help the needy and eliminate demons. I have always admired them greatly."

"You seem like a reasonable person," Lü Nian said. "In my opinion, since you've taken a liking to this field, you should make an offer to buy it. If the price is right, I think this young man will be willing to make the purchase."

Shopkeeper Fang nodded: "In your opinion, Taoist priest, how much silver would be appropriate?"

Lu Nian glanced at Li Qingshan, then at Manager Fang, and said, "I'm not very good at business. I'll set aside 10,000 taels for these fifty acres of tobacco fields. What do you all think?"

puff!

Shopkeeper Fang burst out laughing.

The thugs behind him also burst into laughter, some even clutching their stomachs and laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"Are you still half asleep?"

"He spent ten thousand taels of silver wisely."

Lu Nian stood silently, waiting until everyone had finished laughing. Then he shook his head helplessly and looked at Manager Fang, saying, "It seems you're not much of a reasoner either. Fortunately, I do know a little about swordsmanship."

As he spoke, he slowly drew the peach wood sword from his back, shook it, and stood there as steadfast as a pine tree. He then waved his hand, making a gesture of invitation.

Shopkeeper Fang's smile slowly faded, his face turning ashen. He waved his hand and made a gesture towards Liu Shan.

Liu Shan pounced like a wolf, his punches steady and ruthless. Lü Nian took a step back, gently raised her sword, and struck Liu Shan's knee.

Despite the pain, Liu Shan took a step forward and squeezed in front of Lü Nian.

Seeing that Liu Shan was showing signs of being outmatched, Manager Fang gave him a wink, and immediately two helpers surrounded him.

The three men surrounded Lü Nian, restricting his movement. Bang! Bang! Lü Nian was punched twice in the face, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

Immediately, several more thugs stepped forward and surrounded Lü Nian.

Li Qingshan stared at the scene in disbelief, slowly realizing a fact: although Lü Nian looked like a master, his skills were actually quite mediocre.

In the blink of an eye, he was given a sound beating and fell to the ground. Liu Shan bent down, snatched the sword from his hand, and with a snap, broke it in two with his knee, slamming it heavily to the ground.

"waste!"

He raised his big foot and kicked Lü Nian in the face.

"That's enough!"

With a loud shout, Li Qingshan gripped the gun with both hands and pushed it horizontally.

Like a bulldozer, it roared and crashed, and Liu Shan and his men couldn't stand up at all. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of them were knocked down.

Liu Shan stood up, cursing under his breath, but a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.

This person is incredibly strong!

Li Qingshan squatted down and helped Lü Nian up.

At this moment, his left cheek was swollen, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his Taoist robe was covered in yellow dust.

Li Qingshan watched this scene speechlessly: "So you're not good at it after all."

"Ahem, I teach people to only ask whether something is right or wrong, regardless of strength or weakness. They are bullying the weak, which is wrong, and I should help them."

Looking into his sincere eyes, Li Qingshan wondered if he had encountered a swindler.

"I have another sword technique, but I haven't dared to use it because it's too murderous and might harm innocent people," he said, opening his satchel. "All I need is a bag of millet, and I'll be willing to take care of this meddlesome matter."

Li Qingshan looked at the peach wood sword broken into several pieces on the ground and said, "Your sword is broken."

"It has little to do with swords," Lü Nian said, leaning on his satchel. "Would you like to hire me? All I need is a bag of millet. If you don't have millet, corn, soybeans, or wheat will do."

Li Qingshan remained silent for a while, then slowly put him down and said, "You're very kind, Daoist, but you don't need to get involved in this matter."

"you……"

Li Qingshan picked up the black iron spear, faced the Tian, ​​Meng, and Qi families, and said, "If anyone takes another step forward, I will burn it all down, so that no one will get a single tobacco."

"You dare to do this, kid!" came shouts from the crowd.

Li Qingshan, alone with his gun, remained completely still, signaling to them that he was not joking.

"Wait." Manager Fang raised his arm. If Li Qingshan really burned it all down, things would be in trouble.

He forced a smile and said, "Young man, don't be so impetuous. Everything can be discussed properly."

……

Two figures appeared in the wilderness.

One person was riding a donkey, and the other was carrying the donkey.

Not far ahead, some villagers had already been driven back.

"Old man, what happened up ahead?" Shen Ying asked from the back of the donkey.

"Hey, isn't this the little girl from last time?" Chen Mancang said with some surprise, "You're here to join the fun too?"

Shen Ying: "..."

"You don't know yet, but the field in front has been surrounded by people who want to take the grass from it. A lot of people have come; it's quite a scene."

"What happened next? Did they fight?" Shen Ying asked immediately.

"Originally, a fight was about to break out, but then a member of the Yellow Rice Cult appeared."

"The Yellow Rice Sect, it's them..." Zhou Wohu's expression changed slightly.

"And then?" Shen Ying asked again.

"This millet we taught isn't very tough either; he got beaten black and blue. Speaking of which, we even gave away a bag of millet last time; it seems like a waste now," Chen Mancang said sullenly.

By the time he regained his composure and was ready to continue gossiping, the man who had been riding the donkey and the man who had been fishing were gone.

"Uncle Zhou, have you ever heard of this Yellow Rice Cult?"

"They're quite a bunch of eccentrics. They call themselves Taoist priests, but they don't belong to any sect. They just travel all over the country, meddling in other people's business. You can find them everywhere in the world."

Shen Ying's eyes lit up: "Li Qingshan's willingness to get involved with them means there might be a chance for things to improve?"

"Although the Yellow Rice Sect is troublesome, not everyone among them is highly skilled. I heard that the Tian family has decided to send this batch of tobacco to people in the palace. They are determined to get it and will not give up easily."

"Uncle Zhou, I think you'd better act quickly, otherwise, if you overdo it, all that will be left is a pot of mushy rice."

"No rush, let's wait and see how he behaves under pressure, and whether it's worth my effort to win him over."

……

On the locust tree slope, Li Qingshan stood alone, guarding an iron spear, facing the crowd below.

The crowd was wary of his strength and worried that he might actually burn down the tobacco field, so they remained in a stalemate.

The crowd behind Manager Fang was getting impatient, and they could see the sun slowly setting and the light becoming dim.

Li Qingshan remained seated there, seemingly tireless.

At this moment, Lü Nian, with her bruised and swollen face, slowly opened her eyes and got up from the ground.