The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Harvest Under Pressure

Fiona immediately led the main workforce into the fields.

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Under the lights, people bent over in steady rhythm, carefully picking bright red strawberries and digging up potatoes and sweet potatoes still coated in soil, yet releasing rich, tempting aromas.

Elizabeth herself went down into the fields.

She crouched

potato patch that was still about a day short of full maturity.

In one hand

energy stone; the other rested lightly on the soil.

wood–element spiritual energy silently seeped downward, like the most efficient growth catalyst, beneath.

undersized potatoes swelled rapidly, becoming plump and firm in seconds, reaching peak harvest condition.

e same process for part of the sweet potato fields.

s section is ready for harvesting!”

eet potatoes here too! Move faster!”

workers, though surprised by the subtle acceleration of crop maturity, did not question it. Their trust in Elizabeth was almost olute. Instead, they only worked harder, swinging their tools with greater urgency.

oon, the farm was filled with the sound of harvest. Baskets and sacks of strawberries, potatoes, and sweet potatoes were rapidly gathered, cleaned, packed, and stored in spatial storage units.

Yet at the edge of this bustling scene, a very different atmosphere lingered–heavy, tense, and uneasy.

Isaac, Monkey, and the group of former gang members—once lawless, later forcibly reformed under Elizabeth’s rule–were mechanically performing their assigned cleaning tasks.

Their eyes kept drifting toward the busy core area before quickly snapping back, faces filled with anxiety.

The reason was simple. They had overheard something the day Melton and Tiffany returned with a group of bloodied, injured men. The garbage recycling station was leaving Planet A001.

To them, it was like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.

The planet was being abandoned by the kingdom.

Once the recycling station was gone, most connections to the outside world would be cut off.

And someone as capable as Elizabeth would definitely not stay here.

She would surely take the useful people–like Fiona, Tiffany, and Melton–and leave with them.

And what about them?

That thought clung to the

Who were they?

their nerves.

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Chapter 180 Harvest Under Pressure

They were a group with a disgraceful past–thugs, bullies, thieves, and cowards who preyed on the weak…

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Chapter 181 Collapse Beneath the Rumor of Abandonment

Chapter 181 Collapse Beneath the Rumor of Abandonment

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During this period of labor reform on the farm, they had slowly begun to get used to a life where they earned liquid supplements with their own hands, slept in peace at night, and even deep down, started to like this stable, grounded existence.

But how could Elizabeth possibly want trash like them, who had so many stains on their records?

Once the evacuation came, they would definitely be abandoned without hesitation!

That faint trace of “feeling human” they had just begun to grasp would be ripped away in an instant, throwing them back into even deeper despair than before.

All because they had already tasted hope, if only briefly.

“Hey, Isacc.” Monkey bumped his shoulder against Isaac, who was silently carrying crates, keeping his voice so low it was almost swallowed by the surrounding noise. “Do you think Boss and the others are already packing up, getting ready to leave this place?”

Isaac stiffened for a moment, then slammed down the crate he was holding with irritation, kicking up a puff of dust. “If they’re not leaving, what are they supposed to do? Stay here and wait to die?”

“Then… Then do you think Boss…” Monkey licked his dry lips, eyes full of anxiety. “Will she…”

“Will what? Take us with her?” Isaac cut him off, his tone sharp with near self–destructive frustration. “Use your brain for once! What are we even supposed to be? We were scum of society before, and now we’re just tools doing dirty work! Tools! Got it? When tools are used up or break, don’t they get thrown away?”

His words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last flicker of hope in the others‘ eyes.

Stu, once the lowest–ranking errand boy in the gang, mumbled hesitantly. “I… I want to follow Boss… If we follow her, we get liquid supplements and sedatives… We don’t have to…”

“Enough crap! Who doesn’t want to follow Boss?” Isaac snapped, turning to glare at him, eyes slightly red. “But is that something you just ‘want‘ and it happens?”

A heavy sense of despair once again blanketed the group, turning their movements into mechanical repetition.

At the same time, not far away in the shadow of a scrap pile, Scarface leaned lazily against a broken mechanical component, a blade of grass hanging from his mouth.

His only two remaining trusted subordinates–Dom, a burly man, and Fang, with a cold, sharp gaze–lounged nearby as well, equally idle.

They had been assigned to clear debris and rubble in this area, but clearly, the workload was nowhere near being completed.

“Hey. You. And you.” Fang tilted his chin toward two gang members struggling to carry stones. “Finish their work too.” One of them, a young man called Jackal, looked up, sweat covering his face and hesitation in his eyes. “Scarface, there’s too much here. The two of us can’t finish it… and Boss said every team has to complete their assigned tasks on time or…“.

“Or what?” Fang rose abruptly, his tall frame radiating pressure. “Are you using that woman to threaten me? If I tell you to do it, you do it. Got so much to say now?”

He stepped forward and grabbed Jackal by the collar. “What, you think you’ve eaten a few meals here and suddenly grown wings?