Chapter 1,220 The Farm of Justice (II)

In front of the huge tractor, the figures of the two young men were very small.

Clark and Bruce both looked up at the huge mechanical vehicle. Bruce covered the wound on his neck, lowered his head, turned to look at Clark and said, "Are we really going to drive this thing to town?"

"Yes, this is our only choice." Clark didn't care at all. He walked to the side of the vehicle and began to check the fuel tank. After finding that the fuel was not enough, he brought another oil barrel and started to fill it.

"Don't you have a normal family car?" Bruce asked very tactfully. He looked at the scene in the garage. There were a lot of haystacks piled here, so it looked a bit messy.

However, after experiencing the trip to the slums, Bruce already had a general understanding of the lives of ordinary people.

Clark's family actually belongs to the middle class, even more stable and wealthy than the average middle class.

The Kent family's farm is very large, with farmland, pastures, woodlands, protected areas, streams and meat jerky processing production lines. It has been passed down for four generations and has a long history, stable output and strong cash-in ability. It can be said that it is the leader of the small town of Smallville and also a leader in the entire state of Kansas.

His father, Jonathan Kent, is a very famous farmer in Kansas and an opinion leader of farmers in southern Kansas. He often goes to the Kansas State Legislature to fight for the rights of farmers. He speaks better than many congressmen.

Clark's mother, Martha, is also the vice president of the Kansas Women's Federation. She is mainly responsible for exchanging information on agricultural product prices, seasonal weather, and the timing of secondary crop output. Everyone trusts this lady.

If you use a slightly more old-fashioned word to describe the Kent family, then they can be called country gentry in the Kansas area, stable, wealthy and have a say, and are not the poor class at all.

Before coming here, Bruce had imagined farm life. In his opinion, such a family should be quite wealthy, even if not as rich as the Wayne family, it should be generous and have more than enough.

After coming here, after arriving at the farm, Bruce found that the land was quite rich, and there was more than enough grass and feed, but the living conditions of people could only be said to be unsatisfactory, and there was a certain gap from being rich.

The entire Kent farm is a square with a missing corner. Because it was built early, the house where the Kent family lived was a three-story old stone villa, which was renovated decades ago, and the home decoration was also in American country style.

On the right side of the villa is a steel terraced garage, which was built in recent years. The barn, mill and sundry warehouse are on the left, and opposite is the entrance to the ranch, with cattle pens, chicken coops, pig pens and sheep pens on both sides.

Bruce didn't dislike Clark's family for not having a car. It was mainly because the row of garages gave him an illusion. He thought there was a car parked in every garage, just like there was a Batmobile parked in every parking space in his Batcave.

It wasn't until Clark took Bruce's arm and helped him get on the co-pilot seat of the tractor that he started the tractor and said, "Cars are just production tools on the farm. They must be useful to be valuable."

"I know that many rich kids in the city like to buy a lot of luxury cars and park them in the garage to show off, but many things on the farm are very dependent on cash flow. Once something is bought, it must be used immediately. Even a little delay may result in insufficient money to buy seeds or not paying wages to the workers who shear the sheep."

Bruce nodded, feeling the vibration of the tractor under him. Until this time, he had not realized the seriousness of the problem.

And when the tractor drove out of the concrete ground near the garage, the first muddy ridge it passed almost made Bruce's head hit the steel frame next to it.

"Be careful, hold on! This thing is more practical, and may lack a little enjoyment experience." Clark said while holding the joystick.

"You are such a good reporter." Bruce held the handle next to him and looked at Clark.

Kent Farm is a distance away from the town. Half of the road is a well-built flat road, and the other half is a muddy road.

When the tractor drives over the muddy road, it is a bit like driving a washing machine at the highest level, with the main feature being a combination of a push-back feeling and a sense of weightlessness.

Bruce was a little nauseous because of the bumping. While trying to stabilize his body's center of gravity, he looked at Clark and said, "Why is the road only half built? Even if it is a small town, it shouldn't be so cheap, right?"

"The underground water veins are too shallow. The roads that were built before will crack due to soaking in the rainy season. The town has thought of many ways, and our family has paid for it, but there is no way to solve it, so we can only bear it."

Clark concentrated on driving. He slowed down when he saw that Bruce was a little uncomfortable, so the torture time of this journey was even longer.

At the same time, another problem bothered Bruce, that is, it was too sunny here.

The sunshine in Kansas was not particularly outrageous, but no matter what, it was definitely much stronger than Gotham. Bruce was a native of Gotham, no different from a vampire, and he found that he was no longer used to normal sunlight.

He squinted his eyes and covered his eyes with his hands, his eyebrows were all squeezed together, and he looked at Clark and said, "You really don't feel the sun?"

Clark laughed happily and said: "That's why they call us red necks. The farm is very sunny. If you had seen Jonathan during the planting season, you would also call him that."

Bruce instinctively reached for the hat on Clark's lap, but as soon as the hat was lifted, a cat jumped out from underneath and bit Bruce's wrist.

"Go away, this is my hat!" Batcat roared.

"No, Boo, don't be like this, he is a patient and we have to take care of him." After saying that, Clark took off the hat on his head and put it on Bruce's head.

Bruce adjusted the position of his hat, and Clark looked up at him and said, "Did you just say, 'I'll pay for the use of the hat'?"

"I didn't," Bruce denied immediately, tilting his head to the side.

"Of course you do. Although I am not Batman, I know what you think. When Xiaobu brought us a huge live fish from the creek for the first time, I knew that you always like it. Use matter to measure the value of everything.”

"Wait!" Bruce said, "There are fish in the creek next to your house, so why should we buy fish?"

"Because none of us can catch fish, except Xiao Bu. If you are not worried about the cat's saliva, we can continue to eat fish tomorrow."

"Forget it." Bruce shook his head and said.

The tractor finally drove onto a flat road, in the bright and brilliant sunlight. On both sides of the road were spring wheat that had just been sown, and windbreak trees planted on the edges of the fields.

The roar of the tractor engine has also become a hymn of spring, getting louder and louder as the daylight tilts.

Bruce suddenly turned his head, lowered the brim of his hat and looked at Clark and said, "...Aren't you going to sunbathe?"

"The sun is my energy." Clark said while looking ahead and operating the tractor: "I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell others, my power comes from the sun."

Clark was about to turn his head to look at Bruce when he felt something on top of his head. He looked up and found that Bruce had put the straw hat back on his head.

Bruce retracted his arm and squinted his eyes again. Some of the hot sunlight shone on the wounds on the side of his neck and shoulders, making the slight pain more intense, but at the same time, the blood flowing there seemed to come back to life. .

"I'll wear half of it, and you'll wear half of it. That's just right." Bruce said.

The scorching sun caused ripples in the air, and everything was bright and outlined. When the tractor drove to the entrance of the town, everyone was greeting Clark.

Clark was like a big star, waving his hands on the left and nodding on the right. He didn't mind at all the disparity in size between the tractor he was driving and the family car next to him.

But Bruce seemed a little uncomfortable, even a little nervous. He turned his body to the window and looked at the car below and said: "I think you should drive a little to the right. You are going to hit their rearview mirror. No, No, drive slower and turn right..."

"Don't be so nervous. This is not Gotham. There are not so many traffic jams and rear-end collisions." Clark didn't care at all.

Just when Bruce turned his head back to look ahead, he discovered that a tractor was coming towards him. What surprised him even more was that this tractor was a Lamborghini.

When Bruce passed by this tractor, he could hardly take his eyes away from it. He had to admit that the big guy that just passed by had more impact than the luxury cars of the same brand.

"Cool, right?" Clark said with a smile: "That's a rich old man who came to us to run a farm and experience life. I know what you want to say. No one laughed at him. Who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor? You don't ”

Bruce opened his mouth. He was about to say that he didn't want to, but when he thought of the domineering appearance, the majestic appearance, and the smooth and graceful body lines, he was speechless.

He originally thought that the tractor Clark was driving was big enough. The Kent tractor was already a pretty good brand, and it seemed to have been purchased newly in the past two years. It had all kinds of accessories and looked very industrial. .

But if the comparison reference is a Lamborghini tractor, it will be slightly insufficient.

Bruce turned his head and looked at Clark from above his eyes. He remembered what Clark said that a car is just a production tool. It doesn't have to be so good, it just needs to be sufficient, but he still saw a trace of envy in Clark's eyes.

There’s no man who doesn’t want a Lamborghini tractor. It would be crazy to have a bucket and an excavator in exchange for nothing.

The rumbling tractor drove to the door of the market, and Clark introduced: "This is the largest market in Smallville. There are agricultural products from dozens of farms around the town, as well as fresh fish caught in the nearby river. Plus, there’s a flea market there.”

Following the direction of Clark's finger, Bruce put his hands above his eyes and looked over there. The traditional market was full of people, and most of them were farmers from surrounding farms like Clark.

Clark parked the tractor at the designated spot, and Bruce looked around and realized that it wasn't even outrageous to drive a tractor. There were various agricultural vehicles parked in the parking space, and there was even a horse and two alpacas.

After getting off the tractor, Clark took Bruce to the fresh market without stopping, and bought two extremely fresh live bass before the last fishmongers closed their stalls.

Because Clark still had to drive the tractor, he handed the live fish to Bruce very smoothly, and Bruce also took the fish tail very smoothly.

Then he was slapped by the flying bass.