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

On the grasslands, the Canglin tribe.

Snow in the North can come suddenly.

Overnight, heavy snow covered the entire grassland, and from a distance, the world was a vast expanse of white.

Beneath the snow-covered mountain, there is a cave with a dark entrance from which wisps of white mist drift out.

The chieftain of the Canglin tribe, Zheguer, the tribe's high priest, and the chieftains of the various smaller tribes under the Canglin tribe's jurisdiction all stood guard outside the cave.

Their shoulders were covered with a thick layer of snow, and gusts of cold wind swept by, but they did not change their positions. They just stared intently at the cave in front of them, their expressions devout.

One by one, cattle and sheep were sent into the cave, and occasionally, bursts of screams could be heard.

No one spoke; it was so quiet you could hear the snow falling.

After a long time, a muffled roar came from the cave.

Zheguer's spirits lifted, he shook the snow off his cloak and stepped into the cave.

After walking about ten steps, the cold wind outside could no longer blow in, and there was a slight warmth in the cave.

Below this point is a deep pit, about seven or eight zhang high.

Zheguer stood beside the pit and looked down.

At the bottom of the pit lurked a colossal creature, its body as thick as a roof beam, covered with a layer of dark blue scales, each scale the size of a bowl.

In a corner at the bottom of the pit, there were some white bones, and some small snakes, about the thickness of chopsticks, were coiled on them, licking the flesh and blood between the bones.

The giant snake had a white goat in its mouth, its entire body swallowed, with only its four legs sticking out. The goat was struggling weaker and weaker.

On the forehead of the giant snake, a protruding corner resembles a blue rock on a mountain.

Zheguer's heart was in his throat. He was filled with anxiety and didn't even know how he had gotten out of the cave.

Outside the cave, all eyes were on him.

Zhegu'er's Adam's apple bobbed twice, and after several attempts, he finally managed to utter a complete sentence: "The Lord of Azure Scales is about to transform into a dragon!"

hiss!

The crowd gasped, then simultaneously drew their weapons and roared in unison:

Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!

……

It snowed heavily all night, and Li Qingshan stayed indoors all night. All he could hear was the howling of the north wind. The next morning, when he pushed open the door of his earthen house, he found the world outside covered in a blanket of white.

The snow was a foot deep, the north wind was blowing incessantly, and everything in front of us was a vast expanse of white.

Li Qingshan inspected the camp while carrying a black iron gun.

He had already surrounded the slope of the big locust tree with logs and planted ghost blood vines in several key places, ready to ambush others at any time.

The zombie farmhands have been called back. Li Qingshan dug a cellar, and now they are hiding in the cellar, huddled together neatly.

With food inside and firewood outside, getting through this winter shouldn't be a problem.

Li Qingshan hunched over, preparing to light the kang (heated brick bed) first. The winters in the north were truly too cold; even with his physique, he was shivering from the cold.

While he was busy with these things, a horse-drawn carriage drove into Huai Shu Po, passed through the village gate, and stopped in front of the hut.

The driver was a burly man dressed in black, wearing a fur coat and covering his face with a felt hat.

Li Qingshan smelled a familiar scent from the carriage.

He climbed into the carriage, and heard a creaking sound outside as the carriage left the locust tree slope.

After traveling for a while, the carriage suddenly stopped halfway.

Huh?

Why did you stop? We haven't even reached Qingniu Pass yet.

Just as Li Qingshan was wondering what was going on, the carriage curtain was lifted a crack, and a figure squeezed in and snuggled into Li Qingshan's arms.

The colder the snow, the hotter the person.

The snow was falling heavily, and it seemed that only this blue-canopied carriage remained in the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

After a while, the carriage curtain was lifted, and Li Qingshan was forced off the carriage.

He clasped his hands together and shivered violently.

Just then, another tattered fur coat was thrown out of the car and landed right on Li Qingshan's head.

Li Qingshan put on his fur coat and walked towards the locust tree slope.

Along the way, he encountered many more refugees, all of whom had recently been sent from inside the Great Wall.

……

On the grasslands, the Red Bone Tribe.

Ulemon was snoring when he was suddenly jolted awake. He pushed the woman's legs off him and strode into the high priest's tent.

The high priest sat behind his desk, enveloped in various spices, his eyes wide as he silently watched Ulemon burst into the tent: "You sensed it too?"

Ulmun knelt before the table, his hands pressing against his knees: "The Lord of Red Bones is calling me."

The high priest did not speak, but stared at Ulemon with his cloudy eyes.

Her eyes seemed to understand everything, yet also seemed to understand nothing.

The high priest poured him a bowl of wine and sprinkled a handful of spices into it. Purple smoke rose before his eyes, and Ulemon smelled the aroma of strong liquor mixed with lime grass, a scent that warmed him yet made him feel vulnerable.

He was already drunk before he even picked up his wine bowl.

In a hazy state, he found himself in an unfamiliar space. Before him was a gray fog, until his vision pierced through the fog, and at the end of the fog, there was a red fox.

Her body was curled up, with a bunch of tails behind her, and her eyes seemed to be human eyes, with tears silently flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Her fur had lost its luster, her nose was no longer moist, and her head drooped on her forelegs, as if she had lost all her strength.

Ulemon awoke with a start, looked up, and saw the high priest still watching him.

"The Lord of Red Bones is about to die." Ulemon finally realized what had happened.

The high priest nodded slowly: "The Redbone Lord has protected us for hundreds of years, but now she is too old to move."

Having said that, the high priest swept his hand across the table, where five transparent pebbles appeared.

Each one is the size of an eyeball, transparent and colorless, like a piece of crystal jade.

"Go, the Redbone Queen needs her children."

Ulemon picked up the five pebbles and strode out of the tent. Now he knew what he had to do.

Outside the tent, the snow had stopped, but the wind had not ceased. The wind and snow were merciless, using the earth as a chopping board and treating all living beings as fish and meat.

……

Locust Tree Slope.

Li Qingshan finally got the fire going and filled the cave with more grass, and white smoke started to rise from the chimney.

The chill in the room was slowly dissipating. Li Qingshan stretched his limbs and decided to set up the monster spawner first.

He has now completed the monster spawner and is just waiting to install it.

It was only thanks to his strength that he was able to move the monster spawner to the center of the ominous field.

After finding a good spot, I buried the monster spawner in the ground and then placed a few stones at the bottom.

This monster-spawning cage is about ten feet in size, and each iron bar is as thick as a thumb.

With this monster spawner, dealing with ordinary evil spirits shouldn't be a problem.

Now that the pit is lit, there's firewood and rice, and the monster spawner is set up, all that's left is to hibernate peacefully and wait for spring to arrive.

Winters in the North are exceptionally long, with nearly half the year spent in the depths of winter.

As I was about to go back to my house, two pitiful cries came from the shack next door.

Li Qingshan turned his head and glanced at the little black horse, which was looking at him with a pitiful expression.