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

"You are..." Li Qingshan narrowed his eyes, not recognizing the person in front of him.

"This is my young master, who manages the Tian family's trading post. All business, from north to south, is decided by my young master," said Manager Fang.

Tian Wuwang bowed, his face beaming with smiles: "My surname is Tian, ​​and everyone at home calls me Thirteen. Mr. Qingshan, you can just call me Little Thirteen. Among scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, we are ranked at the very bottom, far inferior to Mr. Qingshan."

Li Qingshan nodded: "So it was you."

Manager Fang sensed the sarcasm in Li Qingshan's words, but his master lowered his head even further: "My subordinates made a mistake, causing some misunderstanding between us. I've come here specifically to apologize to Mr. Qingshan."

Tian Wuwang's attitude was so humble that it left Li Qingshan speechless.

But he did not let his guard down; on the contrary, he became even more wary.

They're like the pigs they raise; they can eat excrement when they lower their heads, and they can eat people when they raise their heads.

"Actually, I still prefer your rebellious side."

"Huh?" Tian Wuwang didn't quite understand Li Qingshan's words.

"Ahem, it's not really a misunderstanding," Li Qingshan said. "It's just that you still owe me a truckload of iron, which we agreed on beforehand."

"We've already stopped at the bottom of the slope. My subordinates were ignorant, and I've severely punished them. Business is about mutual benefit; how could we do something so disastrous? If Mr. Aoyama isn't satisfied, I'll bring him here so he can punish him personally."

"That's not necessary." Li Qingshan looked up. "The weather is getting colder and colder. If we don't have enough food reserves, we might not make it through the winter."

"A truckload of corn has already been prepared and placed at the bottom of the slope."

"Oh!" Li Qingshan's eyes lit up, not expecting the other party to be so sensible.

Tian Wuwang raised his head and tentatively asked, "Then what about the antidote?"

"What antidote?" Li Qingshan looked completely innocent. "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

"You!" A surge of anger welled up inside him, but Tian Wuwang suppressed his rage and pointed to his face. "Does the sir have any medicine to cure my rotten face?"

Li Qingshan frowned, examined it carefully for a long time, then shook his head and said, "I've never seen this before..."

Although Tian Wuwang kept his head down, his body was trembling incessantly. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

But for the sake of the Tian family's future, he had to endure it and bow his head.

Just then, two more carriages came from down the slope.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, two people jumped off the carriage.

They are Meng Haitao from the Meng family and Qi Shengtian from the Qi family.

"Sir, save us..." Meng Haitao's face was also mangled, and he almost ran over frantically. "Please, sir, give us the antidote. The Meng family is willing to repay you a hundredfold."

Qi Shengtian also said, "We are different from the Tian family. We didn't use rotten wood to deceive people."

"What did you say?" Tian Wuwang glared at him fiercely.

"What are you saying? I don't understand." Li Qingshan yawned. "I'm sleepy. I'm going back to my room to rest for a while."

As he spoke, he walked out of the shack and headed towards the earthen house with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, Qi Mengtian and the other two were practically spitting fire in their eyes.

But as Li Qingshan turned around, the three of them simultaneously smiled and said, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"No rush, we're not in a hurry," the three said in unison.

Li Qingshan stretched and slowly stepped into the wooden house.

On the elmwood table inside the room, Old Zhang was puffing out a long ring of smoke from his pipe.

Qi Shengtian, Meng Haitao, and Tian Wuwang stood guard outside the house, and none of them left.

Qi Shengtian was the first to lose his temper, cursing fiercely, "Damn it, let him be so arrogant! I'll rush in right now, cut off one of his arms first, and see if he can produce the antidote then!"

"Don't be impulsive," Tian Wuwang quickly stopped him. "He's using this to control us. If we anger him, he'll refuse to give us the antidote no matter what. What will we do then?"

Meng Haitao said, "It's all your fault. You've already gotten a great deal with a truckload of iron and fifty acres of tobacco fields. Why did you have to cheat people with rotten wood?"

"That's just how the Tian family is when they do business—they love to take advantage of others," Qi Shengtian said disdainfully.

Tian Wuwang snorted, his lips twitching as he pulled at the blood on his face. "You're all so quick to criticize me, but don't you yourselves have any faults?"

"What did I do wrong? I was making a fair trade..."

"Cough cough."

At that moment, two soft coughs were heard from inside the house, as if they had been disturbed by the noise outside.

Tian Mengqi and the other two immediately shut their mouths, but they were still unconvinced.

As Manager Fang watched this scene, he sighed inwardly. The three families' power in the North was practically all-powerful. Yet now, none of them had managed to control the farmers.

As the sun began to set, Qi Shengtian stood up impatiently and said fiercely towards the earthen house, "Fine, fine, since we can't find the antidote here, then none of us should live."

After saying that, he turned and left with his men.

Just then, the door of the earthen house suddenly opened, and Li Qingshan, carrying a cloth bag, said, "I suddenly remembered a folk remedy from my hometown that specifically treats facial ulcers. I don't know if it will work."

He looked at Qi Shengtian: "What, are you leaving? Never mind then."

Qi Shengtian turned around stiffly, then immediately ran over with a smile, saying, "Mr. Qingshan, what are you saying? I was just worried that you were hungry, so I went to prepare some dinner for you."

He straightened his chest and said, "If you are willing to give me medicine, my Qi family is willing to provide you with a cartload of iron."

"The Meng family is also willing to provide a truckload of iron."

Li Qingshan reached into his cloth bag and pulled out three packets of medicinal powder wrapped in oil paper, handing them to the three men respectively.

After receiving the antidote, the three left without waiting.

Li Qingshan hauled the iron to the slope and added some to the pig pit.

The black pig ate with gusto, but its digestive system clearly couldn't keep up.

Li Qingshan wondered if he should summon another black pig.

However, one iron-eating boar costs 100 green locust coins, and Li Qingshan hasn't made any money recently.

Should we consider firing some of the long-term workers and burying them in the ground to make money?

After all, the zombie laborers were constantly working, and it was inevitable that some would lose a finger or have a hole in their stomach. Over time, they would inevitably suffer injuries.

Burying them in the cursed field would be a good way to make money.

……

When Tian Wuwang and Manager Fang returned to the workshop, they immediately opened the paper package and found that it contained some red medicinal powder.

"Master, be careful, it might be a trap!" Manager Fang warned.

"Of course I understand that. Why don't you try putting some on your face first?"

Shopkeeper Fang: "..."

Finally, they called a worker into the room and smeared some powder on his face.

"How are you feeling?" Manager Fang and Tian Wuwang asked at the same time.

"It doesn't seem to hurt anymore, and it doesn't itch anymore." The worker touched his face; the affected area had already begun to scab over.

It really works!

Shopkeeper Fang and Tian Wuwang's eyes lit up at the same time, and they immediately took some and applied it to their bodies.

The unbearable pain immediately lessened considerably, and Tian Wuwang felt that his body had never felt so comfortable as it did today.

"Go quickly and send some to Eunuch Bai. Send it tonight at top speed."

"Young master, what should we do with that person?" Manager Fang asked.

Tian Wuwang clenched his fists, his teeth practically bleeding from his clenched teeth: "I want to tear him to pieces to vent my hatred."