Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 The One We Shouldn’t Have Messed With

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What they truly regretted–what terrified them to their core–was that they’d crossed the woman who sold those potatoes.

The woman who might hold the key to saving their lives.

“Bro… are we screwed?” The tall, skinny one was on the verge of tears, voice shaking. “We pissed her off for good… She’s never gonna sell us potatoes again… Our mental power…

The short one looked just as ashen. He wanted to kick himself.

If they’d known the potatoes could do that, forget trying to scam her–they’d have gotten on their knees and begged to buy them. Sold everything they owned.

But now… it was too late.

Their greed may have just cost them their only shot at survival.

That kind of despair was worse than prison.

Meanwhile, the woman at the center of the storm–Elizabeth–had already returned to the Centria Planet Freight Hub.

She found the automated pickup zone, entered her retrieval codes, and collected all the supplies she’d ordered on Starnet: energy stones, tools, clothing, liquid supplements, and those pricey sedatives.

Seeing her storage button full again gave her a solid sense of security.

The ship wouldn’t depart until 3 p.m., and she had no interest in sitting around the waiting lounge. She wandered through the main hall and its side corridors.

Eventually, she wandered toward a quieter side exit marked “Waste Disposal Point.”

Several large bins sat in neat rows, packed with garbage.

And perched on top of one, butt up in the air, was a tiny figure rummaging with single–minded focus.

The kid couldn’t have been older than seven or eight. His clothes didn’t quite fit, his face was smudged with grime, but his hands moved with practiced ease as he picked through the trash for anything of value.

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Elizabeth felt a pang. Even here, on glittering Centría Planet, not everyone lived in the light. Some still scraped by at the very bottom, surviving off what others threw away.

Curiosity got the better of her. She wandered over to see how Centria’s garbage compared to a Garbage Planet’s.

One glance told her everything.

The “trash” here was leagues better–newer materials, more intact items, some tossed out just because the packaging was damaged.

Nothing like Planet A001, where everything had been picked over and squeezed dry, leaving only genuine waste.

Just then, a small box tumbled off the top of a bin and landed right at her feet.

Elizabeth bent down and picked it up by reflex.

It was a plain cardboard fruit box.

“Hey! Hands off!” The kid, who was digging through the trash, flinched at the noise and whipped around like a territorial animal. “This waste point is my contract! You can’t poach my haul!”

Elizabeth blinked. “You can contract a waste point?”

“Obviously!” The kid puffed out his scrawny chest, half proud, half wary. “I pay 10 stellar coins a day for management rights to this zone! I’ve got the permit!”

He marched over and snatched the box from her hands, ripping it open.

Inside were a few strawberries, black–green and rotten with fuzzy mold, giving off a sour, spoiled stench.

“Aw, man, they’re totally rotten. Can’t eat these…” Disappointment washed over his face. He raised his arm to toss the box back onto the pile.

“Wait!” Elizabeth stopped him, pointing at the box. “Kid–if you don’t want that… can I have it?”

The boy froze. He stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “You want this? These strawberries are completely rotten. You can’t eat them. You’ll get sick!”

Elizabeth nodded with a friendly smile. “Thanks for the warning. I won’t eat them. I just want the box… and what’s inside.”

The kid didn’t understand, but she clearly wasn’t trying to steal his territory. It was just a box of rotten strawberries. He handed it over with an expression of faint pity–probably thinking she

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