The Spatial Farm greeted her with its familiar stillness.
The air was clean and carried the moist scent of earth.
The radish field stretched out in orderly rows, green leaves trembling softly as though they were bowing to their mistress.
Without hesitation, Sienna sold another batch of radishes.
This time, she sold only three-quarters of what she had.
A moment later, the familiar voice echoed through the space.
[All selected radishes have been sold.]
Her gold balance jumped.
Fifteen hundred gold coins were added to the fifty coins she already had.
One thousand five hundred and fifty gold coins.
Seeing the number, Sienna let out a slow breath.
For a moment, the pressure in her chest eased.
Money was like water in a drought. No matter how much fell from the sky, it never seemed enough.
If she converted all of this into radish seed bags, she could plant ten more rounds of radishes.
That was no small amount.
