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

Jiangnan Tower.

Tian Wuwang bent down, held the brocade box in both hands, and placed it on the rosewood round table. He smiled obsequiously and said, "This is the best tobacco that the Tian family has collected. I'll bring it here for you to try, Father-in-law."

Bai Gongguan sat listlessly at the table, dressed in a plain white nightgown, with a beautiful woman standing behind him.

He removed his hand from the beauty's leg and said lazily, "What kind of top-grade tobacco is this? Let me see for myself."

Tian Wuwang opened the brocade box with both hands, and strands of tobacco were finely cut into shreds, as thin as gold threads, and a pleasant fragrance wafted out.

After regaining his composure, Eunuch Bai said, "There is indeed some skill involved."

Tian Wuwang held up a sandalwood tobacco pouch, carefully filled it, and handed it to Eunuch Bai.

"We don't like this," said Eunuch Bai with a smile, without refusing. He held the pipe in his mouth, took a breath, and suddenly froze, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

Tian Wuwang's heart was in his throat.

The corners of Bai Gonggong's mouth slowly widened, his expression softened, and wisps of blue smoke billowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Good, good, good, it really is a wonderful treasure."

Tian Wuwang's anxiety subsided.

"We have prepared 100 jin for Father-in-law, so he can take it back with him when he returns to Beijing."

"Very good, very good." Eunuch Bai's face lit up with a smile. "You're so thoughtful. These days, with people suffering from the Soul Loss Disease, all the nobles in the capital have a taste for this. However, with only a hundred catties, I'm afraid it won't be enough for me to share."

"Everything has been arranged for Father-in-law. The rest is still being processed in the workshop. It's a total of three thousand catties, and we'll send it to Father-in-law together later."

"Alright, alright, we appreciate your filial piety."

The beautiful woman beside him wiggled her hips and said in a high-pitched voice, "Father-in-law..."

"Alright, alright, my little darling, how could I forget you? Prepare some for my beloved as well."

Tian Wuwang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Father-in-law, I'll take care of everything."

The beautiful woman, whose flower name was Apricot Blossom, let out a soft moan and gave him a flirtatious wink.

At this moment, Tian Wuwang was thinking about how to use these tobaccos to expand his influence, and his heart was already filled with great ambition.

……

Meng's Herbal Medicine Shop.

Meng Haitao is supervising the workers as they process the newly delivered tobacco.

The Meng family mainly deals in medicinal herbs, and they are professionals in how to dry and roast them.

"Be careful, everyone. Don't bring sachets or perfumes, and don't sneeze or cough, or you'll get the tobacco dirty," Meng Haitao scolded.

Just then, a servant ran over and said, "Master, there are people outside asking for medicine. They heard we just received a new batch of tobacco and want some to treat their illness."

"Pah!" Meng Haitao spat out a mouthful of tea leaves. "These goods are destined for the capital, sold exclusively to the wealthy and powerful. How can this poor, remote place like Qingniu Pass afford them? Go away, tell them to get lost."

……

Big locust tree slope.

After everyone left, Li Qingshan picked up some iron materials left behind by the Qi and Meng families and threw them all into the pig pit.

The black pig was chewing on a leg bone when it heard there was food. It immediately stood up and crunched on the scrap iron pot.

Then, Li Qingshan rang the bell and ordered the zombies to collect the dung left by the mules and horses into baskets, which could be used to fertilize the fields.

After that, he walked around his field with a cigarette in his mouth.

The tobacco that others took away was ordinary tobacco; the special tobacco that grew in the field had already been secretly hidden away by him.

After the tobacco harvest, the fifty acres of wasteland he had cultivated were left to lie fallow.

With winter approaching, and the northern winters being exceptionally cold, Li Qingshan had given up on planting anything.

Anyway, whatever you plant will freeze to death in the cold winter.

My next task is to gather firewood and food to survive the long, harsh winter ahead.

Now that the fields are empty, I can finally plow them myself.

Since arriving in the North, Li Qingshan has been relying on the Yin-Yang hoe, and the wasteland he has reclaimed has not been thoroughly managed.

He first harnessed the little black horse to the plow, then shook the bell to gather the living corpses together.

One by one, the living corpses wearing straw hats and wide robes gathered together, each holding a rope.

At first, the little black horse was a bit unconvinced, but after Li Qingshan patted it twice, it became completely obedient, only lowering its head and humming twice to express its dissatisfaction.

Li Qingshan, holding a whip, urged the little black horse to plow a row. Then, he used a bell to control the zombies to work, and only after they gradually got used to it did Li Qingshan completely let go.

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, feeling his depleted spirit slowly recovering. Lately, through frequent use of the brass bell and replenishment with revitalizing tobacco, Li Qingshan discovered that his soul seemed stronger than before.

Could this also be a way of forging one's spirit?

After the zombie farming operation got on track, Li Qingshan went to the shack, lit the furnace, and continued forging iron.

Ding ding ding.

The hammer swung so hard it flew through the air, sparks flying everywhere inside the shack.

Li Qingshan was working hard when he suddenly heard the sound of a bell. Shen Ying was riding her donkey again.

She stood in front of Li Qingshan, her arms crossed, fuming, but she didn't say a word.

"Young man, who's been bullying you?"

"So what if I get bullied? If someone bullies me, can you stand up for me?"

"If we were friends, I would definitely stand up for you."

With a clang, Li Qingshan brought the iron hammer down.

Shen Ying felt inexplicably guilty and suddenly clenched her fists, saying, "They shouldn't bully people like that. You're so foolish. Didn't you realize they were trying to fool you with rotten wood? You... you..."

When Shen Ying speaks, she doesn't say anything at all, but once she does, it's like a machine gun firing off a string of bullets.

Li Qingshan picked at his ear: "It's all in the past, so what?"

"Are you just going to put up with this?" Shen Ying asked, her eyes wide.

"What can I do if I can't bear it? This world..." Li Qingshan silently stared at the iron ingot.

"Li Qingshan, I despise you!" Shen Ying suddenly shouted, turning around to leave.

Suddenly, she stood there, staring straight ahead, motionless.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Qingshan asked.

"My little black horse!"

Shen Ying pointed ahead and saw that the magnificent black horse she had given to Li Qingshan was now bald, its mane plucked, and it was now carrying a heavy plow shaft, being driven by someone with a whip.

"Is this how you treat a dark horse?"

Shen Ying immediately ran towards the black horse.

Fearing she might encounter a living corpse, Li Qingshan immediately rushed out of the shack and pulled her back.

"Bastard, let me go."

Shen Ying struggled incessantly, her strength surprisingly considerable. Li Qingshan grabbed her belt with one hand and supported her shoulder with the other, simply lifting her into the air.

Her long, straight black ponytail hung down, landing right on Li Qingshan's face and obscuring her eyes.

"Li Qingshan, you bastard!" Shen Ying cursed loudly in the air.

After a while, Li Qingshan put her down and said, "Let me explain. She's just a piece of livestock, so she's just sitting around doing nothing."

Shen Ying was still in shock. Although she landed, her legs were still weak. Staring at Li Qingshan, she gasped, "You're the animal!"