The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492 More Money

Chapter 492 More Money

“Ours.” Desmond said.

“Exactly!” Elizabeth spun around her whole face luminous with delight. “What’s Seafarm Group going to do when that day cor Keep slashing prices? Keep bundling their garbage produce? Nobody’s going to give them the time of their day! They’re practically clearing the market for us themselves!”

Skylar was so electrified that he slapped his thigh with a resounding crack. “The boss is absolutely right! Let’s bury Seafarm Group once and for all!”

Melton pushed his glasses up with one finger, and the corner of his mouth curved into something quiet and satisfied.

Olivia’s curiosity got the better of her. “So, Ma’am, does that mean the Cluckoo Chickens and Redhogs we catch out here are coming back to the farm as breeding stock too?”

“Obviously!” Elizabeth flung her hand out in a sweeping, triumphant gesture. “A handful here and there? That’s nothing, I want thousands. Tens of thousands. Enough to feed ourselves and flood every corner of the Kingdom with what we grow.

Elizabeth turned her bright, piercing gaze on Olivia. “You mentioned earlier that you came out here hunting Cluckoo Chickens and Redhogs. Did you actually find any?”

Olivia had been riding a wave of infectious enthusiasm, and she bobbed/her head vigorously. “We did! We found a Cluckoo Chicken gathering spot and a Redhog territory, both! We marked the coordinates for everything!”

Elizabeth’s eyes blazed with sudden, vivid interest. “Can you take us there?”

Olivia nodded hard, then caught herself mid-motion and flicked her gaze over to Clara.

The girl was already looking back at her, and both of them broke into a smile at the exact same moment.

“Ma’am,” Clara said, “Olivia and I were the ones who tracked down both locations. We hadn’t had the chance to report back to the squad when the Crackshell Crabs hit. Now that we’ve both left and signed on with the farm, those coordinates belong to the farm.”

Olivia chimed in with rapid, enthusiastic nods. “That’s right, that’s right! We tracked the Cluckoo Chickens, and we found the Redhog territory, all of it. We’ll take you straight there after lunch.”

Elizabeth’s grin stretched so wide it looked like it might simply never stop.

“Perfect. This is absolutely perfect. We hauled in crabs this morning, and now we’re hunting chickens and hogs this afternoon.” Her voice rang with pure, incandescent glee. “Our luck today is just unstoppable!”

She wheeled toward the kitchen and raised her voice. “Ella! Steam extra crabs! We’ve got a serious operation this afternoon, and everyone needs to eat well!”

Ella’s cheerful reply floated back from the kitchen. “On it!”

abeth practically vibrate with excitement, and a strange, dreamlike unreality settled softly over her.

been sprinting through the jungle with Crackshell Crabs snapping at her heels, convinced she was

unfamiliar spaceship, listening to her brand-new boss map out the afternoon’s hunting expedition with

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Chapter 492 More Money

the gleaming enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning.

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All of it traced back to o

ngle moment. To one man named Nathaniel, and one vicious, deliberate shove toward what should

have been a dead end.

She dropped her gaze to the ring of deep, mottled bruising his fingers had stamped into her wrist, then lifted her eyes back to Elizabeth’s radiant, crinkle-eyed smile.

Funny, she thought. That shove might’ve been the most serious accident of my life.

Beside her, Olivia had already whipped out her holopad and pulled up the map.

“Ma’am, look here. The Cluckoo Chickens are in this location. We spotted them in that valley over there, a massive flock, easily over

a hundred of them. The Redhogs are further north, near the river. They like to keep close to the water.”

Elizabeth leaned in and studied the map, and with every passing second, her expression deepened into something rich and thoroughly pleased.

“Good. We hit the Cluckoo Chickens first this afternoon. Those things fly, so we’ll need a solid plan to keep them from scattering.”

Tyson spoke up from beside her. “We brought capture nets. They’re designed specifically for airborne creatures.”

“Perfect. We head out after the rest period and wrap this up fast.” Elizabeth straightened up and dusted her palms together with a crisp, decisive air. “Everyone’s exhausted today. Eat well and rest early.”

The words had barely left Elizabeth’s mouth before Ella swept out of the kitchen, balancing an enormous tray with the practiced ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times.

“Coming through, coming through! Start on the sides while the crabs finish up!”

The tray was crowded with more than a handful of heaping plates, every single one piled generously high.

There was pan-seared halloumi, boiled vegetables, caramelized roasted sweet potatoes, spicy shredded potatoes, garlic-butter greens, and a great steaming pot of tomato chowder that sent ribbons of aromatic vapor curling lazily toward the ceiling.

The spread was modest in variety, every dish a vegetable, but every single plate was mounded to overflowing, lush with color, vivid reds and vibrant greens that made the appetite sit up and take notice all on its own.

Ella set the dishes out across the table, then vanished back into the kitchen and returned cradling a basin of mac and cheese

“Plenty of mac and cheese, and there’s more where that came from. Don’t wait on the crabs, just dig in.”

Olivia stared at the plate of pan-seared halloumi with an expression of pure, reverent fixation.

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