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

Li Qingshan returned to the front of the fierce field, turned his head to look down the slope, and saw that Manager Fang had already left with his men, leaving only two people to keep watch.

Now that they've left, it's time for me to get back to work.

Li Qingshan returned to the house and picked up the yin-yang hoe from behind the door.

Beside the haystack, the Taoist priest of the Yellow Rice Sect frowned, his hair disheveled, still trapped in a dilemma.

He might have gotten himself into a mess.

Li Qingshan suddenly became worried, so he went back into the house and scooped a bowl of rotten bean rice for him from the stove.

Lu Nian was oblivious, still muttering to herself, seemingly muttering something to herself.

Li Qingshan arrived at the tobacco field, facing the lush green field, and swung his hoe.

rustle.

With a crisp sound, the tobacco on both sides withered quickly, and the green smoke on the grass leaves was sucked away by the yin-yang hoe.

This was a solution that Li Qingshan suddenly came up with: since the Yin-Yang hoe could harvest the essence of plants, why not use it to speed up the drying of tobacco?

When Li Qingshan finished hoeing a row of the field, he turned around and saw that the tobacco behind him had withered and turned yellow. It only needed to be roasted slightly before it could be used.

By this time, the hoe in his hand was so heavy that he could barely lift it.

The Yin-Yang Hoe has a limited storage capacity and cannot store the essence of plants indefinitely.

Where should I release the essence of the plants from my hoe, or what should I plant next?

Li Qingshan returned to the wooden house, opened the burlap sack, took out a handful of beans, and squeezed them.

It's not the season for planting beans now, and even if I did plant them, I wouldn't be in the mood to tend to them.

But he felt it would be a pity to waste the essence of the plants in the hoe.

He came out again with his hoe, and inadvertently caught sight of the half-dead locust tree at the edge of the field.

Li Qingshan had an idea. He picked up a hoe and went to the locust tree, where he loosened the soil around its roots.

The ancient locust tree did not react at all.

Compared to ordinary grass and tree crops, this large locust tree requires more plant essence.

Before long, Li Qingshan returned to the field and continued to bend over and hoe the soil.

Behind him, the zombie laborers wielded sickles to harvest the tobacco, then bundled it up and piled it at the edge of the field.

Now, the zombie farmhands are able to do some delicate farm work.

Li Qingshan walked back and forth in the fields, and whenever his hoe was full, he would spread it around the big locust tree.

Before long, the grass and rice seeds at the base of the locust tree began to break through the ground and sprout tender green shoots.

……

Jiangnan Tower.

Manager Fang stood with his hands at his sides in front of Tian Wuwang and recounted what had happened.

After hearing this, Tian Wuwang raised his eyelids slightly and asked, "You agreed?"

"No, absolutely not!" Manager Fang immediately patted his chest to assure him, "I just felt that this matter couldn't be delayed, and things might change if we were late. We can't afford to waste time. Anyway, it's just a cartload of iron, so it won't matter to him."

"Such arrogance! Do you know what it takes to deliver a cartload of iron to the border? Is it worth it for a mere land reclamation farmer like him...?"

Shopkeeper Fang's heart tightened, and he was about to speak when Tian Wuwang waved his hand to interrupt him, saying, "I know you've already promised him. Don't do it again next time. You can't make that decision."

Shopkeeper Fang bent over even more, almost touching the ground: "I know I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again next time."

Tian Wuwang smiled and helped him up: "Uncle Fang, you're too kind. You're an elder of the Tian family, how could I blame you?"

Shopkeeper Fang, still shaken, wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "Should I go tell him now?"

"No need, I suddenly had an idea." Tian Wuwang's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

……

In front of the big locust tree slope.

When Manager Fang arrived with the large cart, he was instinctively taken aback.

The tobacco was bundled up and piled up, shimmering golden in the sunlight, and the air was filled with a sweet, caramel-like aroma.

"This...how is this possible? I remember when I arrived a few days ago, they were still lush and green, growing in the field."

"I have my own methods," Li Qingshan said. "Take these tobaccos back and shred them; they're all top-quality tobacco. I've done what I promised you. What about you?"

Manager Fang turned his head and pointed down the slope. There were ten large carts in total, the last one covered with a tarpaulin and loaded to the brim.

"There are too many people here, so be careful not to get seen," Manager Fang said casually. "I'll check the goods first."

He walked over, tore off a tobacco leaf, and lit it with the tinder he carried with him.

It burned with red flames, consuming the tobacco, and a plume of white smoke slowly dissipated into the air.

The porters who had come with him all sniffed greedily.

These past few days, Manager Fang had been feeling restless and his sleep quality hadn't been very good. But at this moment, he suddenly felt refreshed and much more at ease.

"This is a treasure!" he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Load it into the truck."

The Qi and Meng families felt a pang of regret upon witnessing this scene.

It would be a huge loss to give 60% of such high-quality tobacco to the Tian family.

But it was too late to say anything more, so they drove their carts and scrambled to load the tobacco onto them.

"Wait!" Li Qingshan stopped them. "I've finalized the deal with the Tian family. What about you?"

"You wanted iron, didn't you? We've already brought it."

Several sacks of damaged swords and knives lay on the ground.

Seeing that Li Qingshan did not stop them, they immediately rushed over and began loading tobacco onto the car.

Soon, the bundles of tobacco were piled on the truck, and in the end, one truck was not even full.

"In that case, we'll take the goods away. The iron you requested is all left down the slope," Manager Fang said with a smile.

"slow!"

Just then, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out. Everyone turned to look and saw Lü Nian with wide eyes slowly walking over from the haystack.

In just a few days, he seemed like a completely different person. His hair was disheveled, his face was still bruised, and his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes.

"What you're doing is wrong," Lü Nian said as she walked. "You're forcing people to buy and sell like this, isn't anyone going to do anything about it? If no one does anything, then I will."

Li Qingshan quickly went over to help him up and said, "We've already reached an agreement. It's a cash-on-delivery deal, everything's settled."

"Are you really willing?" Lü Nian asked, staring into his eyes.

Looking into his sincere eyes, Li Qingshan couldn't bear to deceive him.

"I've figured out the question you asked me," Lü Nian said, grabbing his arm excitedly.

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Li Qingshan asked in surprise.

"Whether we save one person or five, we must save them. No matter how we try, we must save them." Lü Nian gripped his arm tightly. "We'll just do our best."

Li Qingshan hadn't expected that he would come up with such a principle, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"I haven't even shared a single grain of rice with you yet. Don't you even care about the ancestral precepts of the Yellow Rice Sect?" Li Qingshan asked.

"You've already given me a bowl of rotten bean rice, a bag of rice, and a bowl of rice. They're pretty much the same." Lü Nian raised her head and looked at Tian Qimeng's family. "After I've eaten your food, I'll mind my own business."