The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403 Pleasant Green

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It turned out that his captain hadn’t been left to die in some desolate corner. Owen hadn’t sunk into despair. He hadn’t given up.

Even farming, he did better than anyone else.

He had a wife and child with him. He had coworkers in work uniforms by his side.

He was alive and living well.

Suddenly, Onyx felt that it was worth ten thousand times more than any medal or posthumous honor.

He said hoarsely, “Captain Brawn, the grapes here are really sweet.”

Owen glanced at him. His expression was calm, but the corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.

… Idiot.”

Sunlight spilled across the farm road. On both sides, freshly turned soil stretched out, tender green shoots just breaking through, waying gently in the breeze.

>wen led the group out of the cafeteria and east along the main road.

innea walked beside him, occasionally pointing out which plots had just been turned and what seedlings were growing in each reenhouse.

Onyx followed just behind Owen’s right shoulder. Like during patrols years ago, he kept half a step’s distance. But his gaze no onger scanned for danger. Instead, it rested on the endless layers of green stretching toward the horizon.

This area is for grain crops,” Owen said, slowing his pace and pointing to the left side of the road.

veryone followed his gesture and froze.

hey had never seen anything like that.

t wasn’t neatly stacked liquid supplements in starship cargo holds or the list of vitamins printed on military ration packs it was eal food, which was growing from the soil alive.

They saw a real wheat field.

Solden green waves rolled endlessly. Heavy ears bent slender stalks, rustling in the wind.

Under the sunlight, the awns shimmered like a flowing layer of broken gold.

Between the rows, an automated irrigation system worked quietly Fine mist sprayed into the air, forming fleeting rainbows.

“This is wheat,” Owen said, lifting a stalk and gently rubbing the husk open with his fingers. It revealed plump, light brown grams inside. “In a few days, it’ll be ready to harvest”

Onyx stared at the small handful of grains, his throat tightening

“1. I’ve seen this before,” he said faintly “On ration packs”

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Chapter 403 Pleasant Green

The packaging had wheat printed on it.

But he had never known what wheat looked like in the ground.

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it wasn’t a flat, gold–stamped symbol, but heavy heads bent low, swaying in the wind like a sea of gold.

Beanie couldn’t hold back anymore. He squatted at the edge of the field, carefully reaching out to touch a wheat head. Then, he pulled back quickly, as if afraid of damaging something precious.

“I–is this what they use to make bread?” He swallowed. “That flour?”

“Yeah” Owen’s tone was patient. “You grind it, ferment it, and bake it. The farm has its own mill. The bread you had at lunch was made from this wheat.”

Beanie’s eyes went wide. He looked back toward the cafeteria, then at the wheat field before him, as if connecting “food” and “land” for the first time in his life.

They continued forward.

Ower led them along a gravel path beside the wheat fields, then turned into another stretch of green.

“This is the vegetable growing area. We’ve got over 20 varieties here.”

Everyone looked up. A vast wash of green rushed at them, carrying a dense, almost overwhelming vitality of plant life.

Onyx and the others stopped almost at the same time.

They’d seen all kinds of mutant plants out on missions–pale green, deep green, yellow–green, even near–black green. Every shade imaginable.

But they had never seen such a comfortable and pleasant green before.

As they approached, they saw vast fields of tomatoes.

There were thousands upon thousands of them.

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