The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219 Trash That Turned Valuable

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[Could it be the boss thinks anything she plants will grow and grow really well–so she doesn’t think it’s a bad deal?]

[The person above is right! Tycoon Boss probably doesn’t care about the tiny “value gap” we see. She cares about variety! Diversity!]

[Exactly! She said before she’s short on seeds! She’s trying to collect seeds no matter the cost!]

[Yeah, look at the rules–the key is “first successful harvest.” She wants chances to grow different crops!]

[So when we give seeds, we’re actually helping expand what she can grow? And in return, we might get fruit she grows that tastes insanely good?]

[If you think about it… That’s actually a huge win? If she can grow watermelons as crazy good as her strawberries… How much would one super watermelon be worth? I can’t even imagine!]

[Even if it turns out average, it’s still natural fruit! Either way, it’s worth it! Seeds are cheap!]

[Hurry! Go ask if anyone in your family works on a farm!]

[My cousin’s neighbor’s sister’s uncle works as a technician on a mid–sized eco farm! I’m gonna ask now!]

[My classmate’s uncle’s in–law is a delivery driver for Green Wonderland Farm! I’ll update you!]

[My grandma’s distant cousin’s daughter married a section manager at Harvest Farm! We haven’t talked in years, but for seeds, I’ll reconnect!]

[What are you guys waiting for! Use every connection you’ve got! Find seeds! Even low- quality ones that farms throw away are fine! The boss said they just need basic viability!]

The whole Free Market platform–and even other social platforms–blew up with talk about the “Interstellar Tycoon seed bounty.”

People spread the word and started digging through their contacts for anyone connected to farming or agriculture, even if the connection was paper–thin.

Relatives they never talked to suddenly became valuable contacts.

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Old classmates and former coworkers–if they worked in anything related to agriculture- got flooded with messages and greetings.

The kingdom’s agricultural industry, especially natural crop farming, had always been controlled by a few big companies and licensed farms.

Seeds were tightly controlled and hard to get.

Regular people couldn’t access them easily, but for people working inside these farms, it wasn’t hard to get seeds, especially the ones that got rejected, like “discarded seeds” or “low- grade seeds” that didn’t meet standards.

These seeds were usually collected and disposed of, basically worthless inside the system.

But now, those worthless seeds suddenly had an unbelievable price tag.

A tomato seed that might get tossed out could turn into a top–tier tomato grown by the Tycoon Farm.

A few weak cucumber seeds might become several crisp, tasty cucumbers.

The expected payoff compared to the low cost of getting these rejected seeds was incredibly tempting.

At a small farm called Tranquil Oasis, just outside the city on Centria Planet.

Miles Moore woke up at 4 a.m. like always.

He put on his work clothes, stained with chemicals and plant juice that would never wash out. Then he drank a tube of the cheapest liquid supplements and quietly walked to his assigned area–the low–value root crop section.

He was an irrigation worker. The most basic, unnoticed job on the farm.

His work was simple and repetitive–run old irrigation machines, check drip lines, and sometimes pull out poorly growing plants by hand.

No skill required. Low pay. Just enough to barely support his family.

His daughter, Emily Moore, had a rare genetic immune disorder. She needed expensive medication just to stay stable.

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The cost hung over them like a mountain, crushing a family that was already struggling.

Miles worked as hard as he could and applied for every kind of aid he could find, but it still wasn’t enough.

He was quiet, honest, maybe even a bit dull.

Other than a few coworkers at the same level, he barely talked to anyone. No connections. No network.

His contact list was always silent–just family check–ins and payment reminders. Nothing else.

But that morning, after finishing his first round of work and dragging himself back to the shed to rest, he opened his old secondhand device out of habit–and froze. A flood of notification sounds went off all at once.

The message count kept climbing until it stopped at “99+”

Miles blinked, confused. For a second, he thought his device was broken.

He carefully tapped open his messages.

Messages came from all sorts of people.

One was a distant aunt he hadn’t talked to in ten years, “Miles, how have you been? I heard you’re working on a farm. Is the job hard? I’ve been thinking about you all these years.”

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