The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 162

As for minors, she didn’t see any issue at all.

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She pointed toward Yvonne, the three–year–old girl working along the edge of the field in the distance, moving her small legs as she followed the older children to pick up stones. “Look at Yvonne. She’s only three, and she already knows she needs to work to earn herself one strawberry a day. As long as they’re willing to work, everyone is welcome here.”

As for the fact that Ethan was being exiled because of a so–called crime, Elizabeth cared even less.

He had only ended up in that situation because he had been forced to defend himself.

Even if he had truly committed unforgivable acts, the moment he stepped onto her land, he would have to follow her rules. No exceptions.

The Black Rats and Scarface’s group were proof of that.

Of course, there was still a difference.

Someone like Ethan, whose situation was understandable, could come, work hard, become an official worker, and earn pay according to the rules.

But if someone truly vile showed up, they would receive the same treatment as the Black Rats. They would be sent straight to the labor camp for so–called rehabilitation, surviving on one tube of liquid supplements per day.

Hearing Elizabeth’s firm words, mixed with her practical mindset, Erin didn’t feel afraid at all. Instead, she felt safe and deeply impressed.

This was their Boss.

“Got it, Ms. Schofield! Then I’ll go reply to Mr. Whitman right now!” Erin said happily as she turned to run off.

“Wait,” Elizabeth called after her. A spark flashed through her mind, and she came up with a brilliant idea. “While you’re at it, tell Mr. Whitman that if he hears about anyone else getting exiled in the future, he can recommend them to our Planet A001. As long as they come over and are willing to work honestly, then from now on, whenever Jared buys potatoes or sweet potatoes from me, I’ll give him ten percent off.”

Erin paused, then laughed.

She could already imagine Mr. Whitman’s reaction–excited, yet conflicted.

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“Got it, Ms. Schofield! I’ll make sure to pass that on! If Mr. Whitman hears this, he’ll be over the moon! You have no idea, before he knew you were setting up a stall at Mercury Plaza, he was so anxious he wanted me to help him. He was even willing to pay crazy Interstellar Express Delivery fees just so I could ship him some potatoes!”

Elizabeth laughed and waved her off.

She watched Erin’s cheerful figure disappear into the distance, then turned her attention back to the thriving farm before her, lost in thought.

Ethan’s situation had given her a new idea.

She could actively recruit exiles.

And these people would be useful for more than just clearing land. They had another purpose.

They could form the backbone of an armed escort team for a private shipping route.

As Jeremy had explained, the first requirement for opening a private route was sufficient military strength to deter others.

That mainly came down to two aspects.

First, the combat strength at the spacecraft base.

That ensured the starting point of the route would not be taken over or exploited by criminals.

That part didn’t worry Elizabeth too much.

She was confident her circles were more than enough to keep the base secure.

As long as someone was inside the range of her circles, any lowlife who came would just be walking in to get crushed.

The real challenge lay in the second aspect.

The armed protection during the voyage.

The vast expanse of space was filled with pirates and dangerous factions.

To protect a cargo ship, it was not enough to have heavy weapons. The crew also needed people who could fight, dared to fight, and had real combat experience.

That was exactly what she lacked most right now.

Training people from scratch was not realistic.

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It would take far too long and would not solve her immediate needs.

So she had to recruit from outside.

But where could she find such people?

Elite fighters at their peak were highly sought after in the kingdom.

Every major legion, security firm, and noble force competed for them.

They had high salaries and bright futures.

Convincing them to come work on a resource–poor Garbage Planet was impossible.

That was pure fantasy.

Elizabeth rubbed her chin, and a sharp glint flashed through her

eyes.

If she couldn’t get fighters at their peak, then she could recruit those who had fallen from it.

The idea immediately became clear.

Tiffany and Melton had once been elite fighters.

They were only forced off the front line because their mental power had collapsed.

But if they recovered, their experience and combat instincts would still be top–tier.

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