The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 407

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Chapter 407 Internal Recruitment Announcement

Chapter 407 Internal Recruitment Announcement

Peter could complete this routine with his eyes closed. He’d been doing it for over half a month now.

The device on his wrist gave a light vibration.

He assumed it was just a group work notification and casually lifted his wrist to check.

“Tycoon Farm Internal Recruitment Announcement…”

His gaze froze.

His fingers were still holding a pepper seedling, forgotten mid–motion, not yet planted into the soil.

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“To support the construction of the farm’s aerospace transport capabilities, we’re now publicly recruiting the following internal positions:

“1. Spaceship Pilots (10 positions). Responsible for route navigation of farm–owned spaceships, as well as cargo and passenger transport missions. Requirements: 18-45 years old, physically healthy, with basic spatial perception ability. Flight experience preferred; those without experience may enroll in unified farm training.

“2. Spaceship Escort Officers (15 positions). Responsible for the flight safety of farm spaceships, docking security, and patrol of the surrounding airspace. Requirements: 18-45 years old, physically healthy, with basic combat aptitude. Retired soldiers preferred; those without experience but meeting physical standards may apply for training.

“3. Spaceship Technicians (8 positions). Responsible for daily maintenance, troubleshooting, and modification of farm spaceships. No age limit. Must have foundational knowledge in mechanics, mech systems, or energy systems. Experience preferred; strong hands–on ability and willingness to learn are also acceptable.

“Application method: submit via your device and report to the HR Department within three days to complete the detailed application form.”

Peter stared at those lines, completely still.

“Peter? Peter!”

Beside him, Tasha called out twice before he finally snapped back to reality. The pepper seedling in his hand had already been squeezed slightly, its stem bending under his grip.

“Huh? What is it?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Tasha looked at him suspiciously and leaned in to glance at his device. “What are you reading? Your face is all red… Huh? Internal recruitment?”

Peter instinctively wanted to close it, but his fingers didn’t move.

Tasha had already finished reading the announcement. Her eyes lit up. “Wow! Pilots! Escort officers! Peter, did you see this? Our farm is getting its own fleet!”

Her excitement rose so much that her voice carried across the field, drawing the attention of several coworkers nearby.

“What? Recruitment?”

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Chapter 407 Internal Recruitment Announcement

My device just vibrated too. I haven’t checked yet…”

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“Oh wow, pilots! Let me see the requirements… 18 to 45 years old. I’m 46-1 just missed it by one year!” That was Aaron. The disappointment on his face was almost overflowing. “If only I’d been born a year earlier”

Someone immediately teased him. “Aaron, even if you made the age cut, do you think you’ve got spatial perception? Last time you took a transport ship to the neighboring planet, you threw up the entire way.”

“T–that was because the ship was junk!” Aaron shot back, stiffening his neck in protest, then deflated just as quickly. He waved a hand. “Forget it. Guess I’m just not meant to pilot spaceships in this life. I used to dream about it when I was young. Who didn’t? Back then, I’d lie under the stars and watch those ships fly overhead, I’d think about when I would ever get to fly one myself…”

He shook his head and bent back down to work, his movements noticeably slower.

Tasha was already tugging on Peter’s sleeve, chattering nonstop. “Peter, you’re perfect for this! You’re well past eighteen, it’s right in your range! Didn’t you say you can drive that small transport vehicle? You handle those farm cargo haulers so smoothly. Your spatial sense shouldn’t be a problem!”

Peter wanted to say that it was different, but his throat tightened. No words came out.

He looked at those few lines on the device screen again. His heartbeat grew heavier and faster.

Pilot.

Escort officer.

Spaceship.

He suddenly thought back to his childhood. Back then, he curled up in a rusted shack on a scrap heap, peering through cracked gaps in the metal walls toward the sky.

Spaceships streaked across the night, leaving long glowing trails like meteors, but steadier and brighter.

He never knew where they came from or where they were going. Only that the people on them belonged to another world entirely. They definitely weren’t like him, who scavenged food from trash heaps, fought stray dogs for half a moldy piece of bread, or huddled together for warmth in the cold.

Those people belonged to another world.

He had never been in any position to think about it.

Then, Elizabeth came, and the farm was built.

He had a job, a place to live, warm meals, and friends like Tasha to laugh and work with.

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