Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 276

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Chapter 276 Farmland

This kind of variety and acreage is already counted as a small farm by Kingdom standards.

But in the Kingdom, nobody respected traditional soil farming.

She didn’t bother with any official farm certification.

Elizabeth was obsessed with fruit, so she made the first and second zones of her land into orchards packed with everything she loved.

Strawberries were still her favorite, claiming the most space.

Grape vines wound up their trellises, while watermelon and cantaloupe sprawled across the soil, and a row of new orange saplings stood at the edge.

The air smelled sweet and fresh, filled with the sound of pollination drones and workers hustling like a swarm of bees.

A 24–inch–wide irrigation channel divided the first orchard from the second.

The second orchard was for tree fruit, home to maturing apple trees, young orange saplings, and rows of cherry trees just starting to blossom.

Beside the orchards, the third zone was a vegetable garden.

Vegetables matured faster than fruit, and the rows were so lush they looked ready for harvest at any moment.

Cabbage, carrots, tomatoes, peppers, onions, green beans, cucumbers, pumpkins, and celery- over twenty types of familiar and specialty vegetables grew in thick, vivid waves.

Every plant had broad leaves and plump produce, bursting with color so intense it could make anyone hungry just by looking at them.

Another irrigation channel marked the start of the fourth zone.

There, waist–high soybean plants, heavy with pods, stretched in a rolling green sea.

The fifth zone was all peanuts, just as dense and thriving as the soybeans.

The sixth and seventh zones, with the eighth, ninth, and tenth being rapidly cleared and planted by tireless robots, were set aside for staple crops.

Golden corn stalks, bright wheat shoots, neat rows of rice seedlings, and patches of sweet potatoes made up the backbone of her future harvests.

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Someone might ask why she needed 16 acres each for soybeans and peanuts.

Elizabeth could only smirk. Some people just didn’t understand what it meant to live well.

She had a reason–she wanted real seasonings.

She’d had enough of those expensive, synthetic spice blends that tasted like nothing she remembered.

Who could accept a tiny bottle of soy sauce–one hundred milliliters, flavorless and strange- selling for 10 thousand stellar coins?

It was daylight robbery.

She couldn’t find a single oil, salt, sauce, or vinegar that actually tasted good.

Bad condiments ruined the flavor of even her best, homegrown produce.

If she wanted to cook real food, she’d have to make everything herself.

Elizabeth felt unstoppable.

And where did she get her recipes?

Simple–Starnet was packed with classic fermentation guides and high–end brewing equipment.

When her soybeans matured, she’d buy a soy sauce brewer.

When the peanuts were ready, she’d get an oil press.

Once she had extra rice, she’d try making her own vinegar.

That would cover oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar–she already had plans for three.

Salt, though, was a challenge.

You couldn’t grow salt in spiritual fields.

Everything she’d found on Starnet said that modern salt was mostly mined.

The price wasn’t bad–3.5 ounces for 100 stellar coins seemed reasonable to her.

But the taste was another story–it always had a metallic, dusty aftertaste that made her cringe.

If she couldn’t find a better source, she’d have to process it herself.

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Elizabeth rubbed her chin as she read the salt extraction instructions on her holographic

screen.

She could buy raw salt, then rinse, dissolve, and re–crystallize it using her purified water until it was free of impurities.

She pictured her future table, covered with dishes cooked using her homemade oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar, all paired with vegetables, fruit, and grains from her own fields. Her heart raced.

It felt like she was one step closer to true culinary freedom and real happiness.

Wait–something was off.

Oh no, how could she have forgotten meat, eggs, and poultry?

She’d eaten plant–based meals for so long, she nearly forgot what real meat tasted like.

No way.

She needed meat and dairy.

She wanted her favorite fish, shrimp, and crab.

She refused to leave out a single one.

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