The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 A New Recipe, A Closed Door

Finished

Most of the green beans used in the food industry came from certified large–scale farms that followed strict safety processing standards.

Elizabeth read through the explanation regarding green bean toxins carefully, and suddenly, everything clicked.

Weren’t the so–called toxins just the saponins and phytohemagglutinins found in raw or undercooked

beans?

These compounds could irritate the digestive system, causing nausea and vomiting.

But as long as the beans were thoroughly cooked, the toxins would be completely destroyed, making them perfectly safe to eat.

She couldn’t help but silently mourn, for a single second, all the delicious foods people in this interstellar era had missed out on simply because they lacked proper food preparation knowledge.

Since selling fresh produce directly wasn’t viable, the only option seemed to be supplying in bulk to hotels

or restaurants.

But Elizabeth quickly realized that this was just as difficult.

High–end hotels and restaurants already relied on closed, well–established supply chains.

They had long–term contracts with reputable, fully certified large farms So, there was no way they would accept à small, unknown independent supplier like her.

Resting her chin in her hand, Elizabeth paced back and forth inside the warehouse filled wi vibrant green beans, searching for a breakthrough.

Selling fresh beans was risky, and distribution channels were nearly impossible to access.

But giving up felt like a waste. After all, the yield was high, and the profit margin was even higher.

Then suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed through her mind.

If she couldn’t sell them fresh, why not sell them processed?

An excellent idea took shape instantly. She could pickle all the beans into dilly beans.

The pickling process itself required washing, drying, and fermentation. These steps alone would ensure the beans were fully processed.

And during lactic acid fermentation, the acidic environment would further break down any trace harmful substances. So, in the end, the final product would be unquestionably safe.

Not only would this completely eliminate the so–called toxin risk, but it would also transform the beans into something entirely new–a flavorful, long–lasting, and, in this era, incredibly rare delicacy.

That’s it! That’s the plan!

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Chapter 170 A New Recipe, A Closed Door

Elizabeth clapped her hands in delight, a confident smile spreading across her face.

Finished

She could already picture her carefully crafted pickled green beans winning over the taste buds of countless people across the stars.

After finishing inventory on the latest batch of beans prepared for pickling, the device on Elizabeth’s wrist gave a soft vibration. A formal notification from Cosmos Group had arrived.

She opened the message. The contents were brief and cold.

“Due to the long–term financial losses of the Garbage Planet A001 recycling station, and following a resolution by the board of directors approved by the relevant departments of the kingdom, the station will officially cease operations and withdraw within ten standard days. All personnel are requested to make the necessary preparations before that date.”

At the end of the message, there was even a “helpful” suggestion: “Ms. Elizabeth Schofield, we recommend that you make arrangements and leave Planet A001 as soon as possible.”

Elizabeth’s gaze lingered on the word withdraw, frowning slightly.

She immediately dialed the contact number listed in the notice.

Once the call connected, she didn’t question why the station was shutting down. Instead, she asked the more important question. “What’s your plan for the people currently living on Planet A001 after the station withdraws?”

The staff member on the other end responded in a flat, procedural tone, completely detached Schofield, that falls outside the scope of our responsibilities. Our duty is to operate recycling manage planetary populations. However, our withdrawal request has already been approved kingdom. It’s possible the government will arrange relocation afterward. Specific plans will depend on further notice.”

The vague, dismissive answer made Elizabeth frown even more.

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Most of the exiles on this garbage planet relied on the recycling station to earn a small amount of stellar coins–just enough to buy the most basic survival supplies.

Once the station was gone, it would be like severing their only lifeline to the outside world. Survival would become even harder.

At that moment, Erin came running from a distance, slightly out of breath, panic written all over her face. “Elizabeth! Bad news! Mr. Whitman just sent me a message saying the company’s shutting down the recycling station on our planet in ten days!”

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