Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 A Wilted Pot of Scallions

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The entire Free Market platform seemed to transform overnight into a massive treasure hunt and plant- showing frenzy. And Elizabeth was taking everything. As long as it was a viable seed or a living plant, she

wanted it.

Even if it was something the farm already had, like potatoes or sweet potatoes, she still accepted it without hesitation. After all, potatoes alone came in hundreds, even thousands, of varieties. There was no way she was passing those up.

At that same moment, inside a student apartment at Centria Planet Comprehensive University, the agriculture student Daphne Ellis, whose user ID was DaphneLoveFarming, was staring at her device screen with her heart pounding so hard it felt ready to leap straight out of her throat.

Her family background was ordinary. She relied on scholarships and part–time work to stay in school, and money was always tight. That pot of hydroponic scallions hadn’t even been hers to begin with.

One of her wealthy roommates had bought a hydroponic kit on a whim, played with it for a few days, then Kit on a whim played with it for few days, then decided it was too much trouble and took up too much space. When the scallions started looking half- dead, she casually shoved the whole thing at Daphne

who at least had some interest in plants, and said, “It’s yours. Keep it alive if you can. Toss it if you can’t.”

Daphne had taken it o

of a refusal to waste things, along with the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, if she managed to grow it well enough, she might someday trade it for a little extra spending money.

Unfortunately, although she majored in agriculture, her training was far heavier on theory than practice, and her talent in that area was nothing special.

Under her care, the scallions had done little more than barely hang on. They were a long, long way from thriving. Lately, her coursework had been so heavy she’d almost forgotten the droopy little pot even existed.

Then just earlier, while scrolling the Free Market looking for cheap secondhand textbooks, she happened to spot that eye–catching bounty post from Tycoon Farm.

As someone who spent a lot of time on the Free Market, she’d heard of the tycoon boss before. She knew the products sold for outrageous prices and always disappeared in a rush.

Looking at the post, she suddenly thought of that dusty pot of scallions on the windowsill.

Well… asking didn’t cost anything, right?

With only the faintest sliver of hope, she’d taken a picture from the healthiest–looking angle she could manage and cautiously uploaded it with her question. In her heart, she’d guessed that if she could trade it for one or two potatoes just to try them, she’d already be thrilled. The scallions really didn’t look like

much.

And then she saw the reply.

“50 potatoes?!” Daphne launched herself out of her chair so fast she slammed her knee and didn’t even feet

Chapter 215 A Wilted Pot of Scallions

the pain.

Eyes wide, she reread the reply ten times, then went back to confirm the listed price of Tycoon Farm potatoes.

360 stellar coins times 50. 18,000 stellar coins.

For Daphne, whose monthly living expenses were only 1,000 stellar coins and who had to budget every bit of it carefully, that was an enormous sum.

It was enough to cover part of next year’s tuition, or buy the professional soil analyzer she’d wanted for ages but could never bring herself to purchase. It might even mean she wouldn’t have to worry about living expenses for a very long time.

The sheer shock and dizzy disbelief hit her all at once. She pinched her own arm hard. It hurt. So this wasn t a dream.

“Aaaah!” The scream she wanted to let out twisted in her throat and came out only as a violently excited expression and a silent howl. Her hands shook as she hurriedly opened a private message to Tycoon Boss and started typing.

[Tycoon Boss! Can it really be exchanged for 50 potatoes? I want to trade! I’ll do it right away! How should we exchange them? What’s the mailing address? I promise the roots are intact, and I’ll use the best moisture–preserving packaging possible! Thank you! Thank you so much!]

After sending the message, Daphne looked toward the pot of scallions on the windowsill, the same pot she’d once found a little embarrassing. Now it seemed to be glowing. More dazzling than any gemstone.

Who could’ve imagined that this half–dead piece of trash her classmate didn’t want could be exchanged for treasure worth 18,000 stellar coins?

…In her mind, she could already see fifty golden, fragrant potatoes waving at her.

In order to get as many different kinds of seeds as possible and fill out her ingredient stock as fast as she could, Elizabeth had gone all in this time, without the slightest concern for cost. Once she’d reached agreements with several users who had given addresses and confirmed they were willing to trade seeds, she contacted a private starship company, paid the steep fee for a charter, personally loaded up potatoes, sweet potatoes, and strawberries, and launched a new approach. Door–to–door trading.

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