The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 177

The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 177 Queuing for Potatoes and Sweet Potatoes

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Anders froze at once upon hearing this, his head shaking like a rattling drum, his expression full of hesitation. “Sir, it’s really not that I don’t want to help… It’s just that there’s a strict purchase limit in place! Everyone is capped on how much they can buy. If I bring any back for you, my mom will absolutely skin me alive! She’s ready to buy in bulk…”

Kaiser shot him an annoyed glare. “Look at you! You have no backbone at all! No matter how miraculous it is, it’s still just potatoes and sweet potatoes. Can it really be better than the energy meals specially supplied in the institute cafeteria?”

Even as he said this, the curiosity in his eyes showed no sign of fading.

Watching his old friend fidget with impatience yet unable to act, Emeriton let out a helpless sigh. “Alright, Kaiser, don’t make things difficult for Anders anymore. How about this? If I manage to buy them smooth. tomorrow, I’ll allocate you ten potatoes and ten sweet potatoes from my share. We’ll see about the strawberries. There might not be any extras. That’s the most I can do, otherwise, I can’t explain it to Cheryllina.”

He didn’t want domestic “diplomatic supplies” to spark a household crisis.

“Ten is enough!” Kaiser immediately latched onto the offer, breaking into a grin. “Anyway, I don’t really like potatoes or sweet potatoes. They’ve got no taste. I’ll just try them for novelty.”

In the end, he still didn’t believe in the so–called miraculous effects they were praising.

Emeriton and Anders didn’t bother arguing with him.

After all, once he tasted them, he’d understand what being proven wrong felt like.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Centria Planet’s residential district.

Wallace was wearing reading glasses, staring at a holographic screen showing the freshly released sale notice from Tycoon Farm.

“Gianna! Gianna!” he called out excitedly, removing his glasses and shouting toward the kitchen. “Come look! The Tycoon Boss posted an announcement! There’s a pop–up stall at Mercury Plaza tomorrow, and strawberries too!”

Gianna quickly wiped her hands and hurried over from the bathroom, leaning in to inspect the screen, “Strawberries? Really? Fenix said those strawberries are especially good for mental power recovery,

“Exactly!” Wallace pointed at the notice. “We have to get there early tomorrow and queue up. Buy as many potatoes, sweet potatoes, and strawberries as we can. We’ll take everything to Fenix in the military”

Their grandson Fenix had recently returned to Centria for recovery after being injured.

Now fully healed, he was due to return to duty the day after tomorrow.

The elderly couple felt deeply for him. The potatoes and sweet potatoes they had queued for recently-

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besides letting the family enjoy one a day–were all carefully stored in a preservation cabinet, waiting to be sent off with him.

“These are things that can repair mental power,” Wallace said in a low voice. “It’s dangerous on the battlefield. The more he takes, the better.”

Gianna nodded repeatedly. “Alright, we’ll both go tomorrow. Each person has a limit of 100 items, which means we can buy 200 total.”

“Two hundred…” Wallace stroked his chin, suddenly unconvinced. “But Fenixi’s going to the frontier sector. We don’t know when he’ll come back. Conditions there are harsh, and logistics can’t compare to Centria. Two hundre

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seemed to spread through his body, casing the faint headache caused by long hours of work.

“W–What…” he said in shock, staring at the remaining piece in his hand, then at Jonathan. “Where did you buy this? When will it be sold?”

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