The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 Tears and Gratitude

Tension, disbelief, and a tiny, flickering hope they were almost afraid to admit–st all swirled together into a feeling that made them dizzy.

Do we deserve this?

Could criminals, thugs, and trash like them really be worthy of one of those magical potatoes every single day?

Time seemed to freeze.

Ther, Elizabeth’s calm, steady voice came through without any hesitation, ‘Of course it includes them. I said, everyone on the farm.”

Boom!

Those simple words were like a massive beam of light cutting through the thick, dark clouds of despair hanging over the labor camp.

It was like a hammer smashing into their cold, numb hearts, sending waves crashing through them!

Isaac was the first to lose control. His legs gave out, and he almost dropped to his knees. His voice shook. almost like he was crying. “B–Boss… We really get one potato every day?”

He was asking what everyone was thinking.

Dozens of eyes stared at Elizabeth without blinking, full of humble pleading and fear.

Elizabeth frowned slightly, confused. She looked at them–shaking, red–eyed, barely holding it together Her tone mayed calm, almost like it was obvious. “Is there a problem? Aren’t you part of the farm

No! No problem! Absolutely not!” Isaac shook his head, tears and snot pouring down his face

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. With a thud, he dropped to his knees and started thanking Elizabeth “Thank you, Boss! Thank you! My life is yours now! I’ll do whatever you say, no matter what

The moment he got down to his knees, it was like a switch flipped

Thud‘

Thud

Thud‘

One after another, the members of the labor camp whether they were former Black Kats or Scartaces goons, young or old all dropped to the ground

Some cried loudly Some choked over their words swearing loyalty. Others just kept thanking Elizabeth.

shoulders shaking hard

“Boss! I was a bad person! 1 stole, med and cheated I was trash Bar from now on it Fever do anything

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Chapter 230 Tears and Gratitude

against the farm or you, let lightning strike me down and let my mental power collapse!”

“Boss! We’ll work hard! As hard as we can! We’ll never slack off!”

“We’ll follow you to the end!”

“You gave us this life! It belongs to the farm now!”

The scene turned chaotic.

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These people–who used to fight for survival on Garbage Planet, who would hurt anyone for a bite of food, who only believed in benefits–were now crying like kids who’d finally been saved from a nightmare.

heir gratitude was real. To be treated like human beings after being left for dead was just too

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what it was like back when they followed their gang leaders.

always talked about brotherhood–sharing good times and bad–would throw them moment they got hurt or lost value.

me, they would cut ties right away, even pushing them out as scapegoats.

ents, they could even be dragged out as human shields.

ed “brotherhood” was nothing more than a cover for using each other.

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ver said nice things. She even made it clear. They were just production tools, free labor.

idn’t talk about loyalty, only rules and efficiency.

made them do the hardest work and only gave them the bare minimum to survive.

e was cold and ruthless.

And yet, when Hank was about to die, she used a precious potato to save him.

After learning about the long–term harm of liquid supplements and low grade sedatives, she didn’t hesitate to give every one of them a potato cach day!

Even if her only goal was farm efficiency and a stable workforce, that one real action weighed a thousand times more than any fake gang slogan!

Elizabeth looked at the crowd on the ground, crying and swearing lovalty. Her frowns deepened

She waved her hand impatiently “Alright, that’s enough Get up. Stop this Your lives already belong to me Swearing doesn’t change anything Just work hard, follow the rules, and don’t cause trouble

She paused, then added, “The potatoes start tomorrow Tiffany will notify you about the details

After that, she ignored them and turned to leave

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The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 228 Kill You?

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The rule in the labor camp was simple: for daily work, you only got one basic liquid supplement.

But each month, based on your performance and obedience, you could get an extra low–dose sedative.

She remembered that Hank had earned it a few times because he did well.

Tiffany shook her head, looking frustrated. “I asked. He already used it. But this backlash hit too hard. The damage is probably beyond what a sedative can suppress.”

Elizabeth’s eyes sharpened, and she walked faster.

At the camp’s guarded open ground, the air felt heavy and suffocating.

The former Black Rats and Scarface’s gang members were now all in the matching rough work clothes, standing in a loose circle. In the middle was Hank, in terrible shape.

He was tightly tied up with thick fiber ropes, lying on the ground.

His body jerked and twitched like a fish out of water.

Veins bulged on his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot, almost popping out. He was making these horrific, non–human growls from his throat, and his lip was bitten raw, dripping dark red blood.

Melton, along with two other strong prisoners with tense faces, held him down with all their strength.

They were stopping him from smashing his head into the ground because of the pain.

The people watching had mixed expressions.

Some who were close to Hank looked worried and pained.

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