Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339 Get Lost

“Half price? Priority buying?” A sharply dressed man whispered to his companion. “If this is true, does that mean we won’t have to fight every day just to buy farm food?”

“Veterans get priority? And there are special roles for equipment research?” An elderly man adjusted his glasses and spoke to the old butler beside him. “Didn’t the third branch have a kid… the one working on tool robots?”

“The benefits for security are crazy…” Some people who clearly worked as guards stared at the flyer, their eyes flickering.

Even the spoiled rich kids stuck in “labor reform” were handed flyers.

Kaleb wiped sweat from his forehead and stared at the paper in his hand. The thought of staying here to work came back again, stronger than before.

And among the crowd, the watchers sent by those shipping companies exchanged looks the moment they got the flyers, their hearts racing.

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This farm wasn’t only selling amazing products anymore. Now it was openly hiring on a large scale, with every offer hitting exactly where people cared most, clearly building its own team and loyal inner group.

That wasn’t the kind of planning a small farm should have.

Elizabeth stood on higher ground, watching the children. Like little planters, they spread flyers into every part of the crowd, watching the visitors’ faces shift from surprise to careful reading, to deep thought, and even temptation.

She knew this move had worked again.

Come on. All of you.

As long as you have skill and sincerity, this land will always have space for you and give you a chance and hope.

The afternoon sun still burned brightly, and the crowd at the farm entrance kept getting bigger.

The children moved like busy bees, weaving through well-dressed visitors, handing out the flyers that made everyone stop and think.

Paul was eight this year. He was smaller than most kids his age, so he got grouped with the younger ones. He wore the farm uniform-a clean T-shirt and overalls. His cheeks were red from running and excitement. Holding a thick stack of flyers close to his chest, he carefully gave them to everyone he met His eyes shone brightly, full of gratitude, as someone who had been pulled back into the light. Ever since he came here, his mother’s health had gotten better day by day, and he smiled more often. To him, Elizabeth was like the sun that lit his darkest days, and everyone on the farm treated him and his

Chapter 339 Get Lost

mother kindly.

If he could help the farm in any way-even something small like handing out flyers–he felt proud and happy.

He reached a spot that was more open. A chubby boy stood there, dressed in expensive children’s clothes. wearing shiny energy accessories around his neck and wrists.

Next to him stood his mother, a young woman with perfect makeup and luxury clothes. Her face was proud and cold, with two silent bodyguards behind her.

Anyone could tell at once that they were wealthy.

Paul didn’t think much about it. He smiled politely, picked up a flyer, and offered it with both hands. “Hi, this is our farm’s hiring notice. Feel free to take a look.”

The chubby boy had been bored, kicking small stones.

As soon as Paul came near, disgust flashed across the boy’s round face, as if he had seen something dirty.

He didn’t take the flyer. Instead, he suddenly shoved Paul hard.

“Get lost! You smell! Stay away from me!” The chubby boy was strong. Paul wasn’t ready and stumbled backward.

His foot caught on a sharp stone. He fell to the ground, the flyers flying everywhere.

When he hit the ground, he tried to support himself with his hand. The rough surface scraped his palm badly, tearing the skin and drawing blood immediately.

Paul gasped, staring at his bleeding hand, then at the scattered flyers, his face turning pale.

His first thought wasn’t the pain. It was-did he dirty the flyers? Did he ruin them? Would it make the farm look bad? Would it upset the guests?

Seeing Paul fall, the chubby boy showed no guilt at all. He threw his head back and laughed loudly.

“Adrian!” The young woman beside him didn’t scold her son. Instead, she glared at Paul lying on the ground, as if he were something dirty that had offended her child.

She walked over and looked down at him, her eyes sharp as knives as they scanned his face.

Just as Paul forced himself through the pain and tried to get up to apologize and pick up the flyers, the woman’s gaze suddenly fixed on his face, as if she recognized him.

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