The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 332

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Chapter 332 Feel Steady

But soon, the situation changed.

Way too many new people showed up. Most of them couldn’t tell a hoe from a rake and had never touched soil in their lives. They just stood around, confused, staring at the tools,

Before the workers could send anyone to train them, their work speed was terrible, and they broke tools now and then.

When Sevyn Hewitt came by to check this special reclaimed zone, his face tightened.

He scanned the whole place, then stopped when he saw Kaleb and the others.

After weeks of practice, Kaleb’s group still wasn’t expert workers, but they at least knew the basics. They understood the steps, could use the tools, and could turn the soil into something that looked mostly right.

“You, you, you, and you.” Se

pointed straight at the four of them. “Come here. Keep an eye on these newcomers. Don’t let them ruin the soil or get hurt. Show them what to do.”

Kaleb and the others stood there, stunned, like they’d heard wrong.

Letting them teach others?

Teaching people who might come from even more powerful families-people who usually acted like they owned everything?”

Something strange and hard to explain started building inside their chests.

At the start, they acted stiff, still holding onto their spoiled-rich-kid attitude and short tempers.

“Hey, you. Not like that. That’s not how you swing a hoe! Are you trying to wreck your arm? Use your wrist and move from your waist!”.

“Oh my god, miss! The soil is packed with trash. You’ve got to clear that junk first before loosening the dirt!”

“Turn it evenly and dig deeper! What is that, tickling the soil? You’re not breaking the hard layer. When they inspect, you’ll definitely fail!”

Their tips weren’t perfect, and their tone wasn’t friendly. But compared to beginners who had no clue, it still helped.

Slowly, whether they wanted to or not, the newcomers began copying what they showed. When they ran into problems, they started asking Kaleb’s group first.

During all this, Kaleb and the others noticed something surprising-they could actually be useful. They could actually solve problems.

Seeing a section of land that had been ruined by beginners slowly get fixed under their guidance and sometimes by their own hands when they stepped in made a strange and unfamiliar sense of achievement grow inside them.

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Chapter 332 Peel Steady

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Especially when the people they guided included someone like a senator’s nephew, whom their family depended on, or a general’s grandson, whom their father once treated carefully, that feeling became even more tangled.

Back then, standing in front of people like that, they probably didn’t even have the right to talk as equals.

Even spoiled rich kids had rankings.

But now, on this piece of land, those same people had to follow their instructions, clumsily copying their

movements.

“Hey, man, is this the right way to loosen it?” A young heir from an energy company asked Kaleb, wiping sweat off his face. Kaleb had once only seen him across a ballroom, the kind of person his father would rush to flatter. Now, he was asking him politely.

Kaleb walked over with his hands behind his back, studied the soil seriously, and nodded. “Yeah. Much better than before. Just hit the corners a few more times.”

A faint hint of “superiority” slipped into his voice. It was so slight that he didn’t even notice it.

The other guy clearly relaxed and quickly said, “Thanks, man!”

At that moment, something inside Kaleb felt lightly touched.

It wasn’t pride. It felt more like being useful and recognized.

So maybe he wasn’t totally useless after all?

Levi, Kevin, and Eddie went through similar changes.

They went from being forced to do the work, complaining and feeling ashamed, to slowly getting used to it. Then they started thinking about how to work faster and better. Now, somehow, they even felt real enjoyment and a strange satisfaction in teaching the newbies.

During a break, they gathered together to rest, watching the rookies in the distance still struggling with the soil.

Levi suddenly said, “Hey, you guys notice? This job is tiring, but… it kind of makes you feel steady inside?” Eddie rubbed his aching arm and grumbled, “Steady? That’s nonsense. I’m exhausted. But… compared to wasting time on Centria Planet all day, maybe this is kind of interesting.”

Kevin didn’t talk much. But when he looked at the neat rows in the section he managed-already starting to form-there was a glint in his eyes.

Kaleb said nothing, but his gaze drifted deeper into the farm.

That was the official planting area—a bright stretch of green. Trained guards and workers moved there, everything neat and well organized. Then he looked back at the reclamation team beside them. It was noisy and messy, yet still moving forward little by little.

A ridiculous, crystal-clear thought crept into his mind before he could stop it. “Do you think if we could

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