The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Respect and Goodwill

“Look at those plants!” one of the assistants shouted. “That green isn’t normal! They’re way too healthy! This doesn’t make sense!”

The experts all started talking at once, full of shock and disbelief.

“This is insane! They’re playing with people’s lives! Can you even eat stuff grown in dirt?!”

“This has to be some kind of trick! Those strawberries and potatoes she sold before couldn’t have been grown like this! There must be a hidden growing area!”

“This kind of backward way of farming can’t guarantee yield, quality, or safety! I bet the lab reports for those green things down there are a total disaster!”

“Mr. Blanton, we have to go down and check! This is insane!”

Rufus looked at the scene below, which went against everything modern interstellar farming believed. He was also shocked, but more than that, he felt excited, like he had just found a big secret.

He raised his hand to silence the uproar, his face returning to its calm, professional mask. “Everyone, relax. Seeing is believing. Maybe Ms. Schofield has some kind of land purification or improvement method we don’t know about. Either way, we’ll find out once we go down. Remember our main goal.”

The spaceship finally landed on a relatively flat area of trash near the edge of the farm.

The loud engine and strong air waves instantly shattered the farm’s peace.

“Enemy attack?!” Tiffany was the first to jump up from the fields.

In an instant, whistles and shouts rang out across the farm.

People who were tending crops, fixing tools, or planning new plots all dropped what they were doing. They grabbed anything they could use as a weapon–hoes, shovels, rakes, even wooden carrying poles- and sprinted toward the landing site.

Even in the labor camp, Isaac, Milo, Hank, and the others heard the noise. They exchanged one look, then grabbed their pickaxes and shovels without hesitation and ran with the crowd.

At that moment, there was no difference between prisoners and regular workers. There were only the people of the farm and the outsiders who had broken in.

When Rufus straightened his suit and stepped off the spaceship, followed by armed guards in black uniforms holding the latest high–energy rifles, this was what he saw.

Dozens of people–men, women, young, and old–wearing dirt–stained work clothes and holding all kinds of rough, almost primitive weapons. They stood behind and beside a young woman, forming a simple but intimidating defense line.

The people in the very front had sharp, focused eyes and slightly leaned forward in a classic combat

stance.

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Chapter 232 Respect and Goodwill

Even the laborers in the back showed no fear, only suspicion and hostility.

Rufus paused for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes.

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He didn’t expect this primitive farm to react so fast. And these people–especially the ones in front–were clearly not ordinary.

He quickly put on a perfect business smile, stepped forward, and raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Everyone, please don’t be nervous. We mean no harm.”

Elizabeth stood at the very front. She looked calm, almost bored, though her eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned the guns held by the guards.

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