Chapter 1,223 The Farm of Justice (V)

The pens at Kent Farm are modern integrated pens, in which cows and pigs are in the same space. Because the number of cows is relatively small, there are only five including calves, while the number of pigs is relatively large, occupying a whole space. Most of the space is just enough for the two bungalows.

Neither cattle nor pigs are the main source of output on Kent Farm. The most important thing on the entire farm is sheep. There are more than two hundred sheep on Kent Farm, half of which are wool-producing sheep and the other half are meat sheep. They are divided into two sheep pen.

Originally, more than a hundred ewes were pregnant during the last mating season, but most of the lambs had been sold.

The breed selected by the Kent family is very good, so the lambs are in high demand, which is the farm's main source of income from livestock, so Jonathan only left two lambs, which are still with their mothers.

Bruce lay outside the stall door and looked in. The two cubs were already asleep. The lambs were not just born. They had grown up a lot, so they were very furry. Looking very cute, Clark walked into the pen and picked one out, and handed it to Bruce.

Bruce didn't know how to hold a lamb, but he knew how to hold Elsa, so he grabbed the lamb's waist and held it in his arms. The warmth of the young life body made his body temperature rise, making him even more sleepy. .

Afterwards, they saw the calf in the cow pen. The calf was much more lively. It kept spinning in the pen and stepped on the ground with its four hooves in turn.

Seeing Clark approaching, the calf instinctively stepped back, seemingly a little scared. Clark showed an embarrassed look and said, "You may not believe it, but the animals are a little afraid of me. I'm much more useful than a sheepdog." ”

A scene of Clark driving the sheep back to the fold appeared in Bruce's mind, and he almost lost the expression on his face.

Bruce reached out and touched the calf's wet nose through the fence. The coldness made him sober up, so he turned to Clark and asked: "Didn't you say you wanted to do farm work? Where is the fodder?"

Clark interrupted him and said, "You don't really want to do it, do you? Your injury hasn't healed yet. You go and stay on the haystack over there. You can sleep for a while. Wait until you wake up." When the time comes, the work is done.”

"I didn't come out here to sleep." Bruce shook his head, rejected him, and started walking to the other side of the pen with a rake. Clark closed the door of the cattle pen and asked him: "Where are you going?"

"Based on the building structure, the building on the edge of the building we just passed should be a warehouse. I'm going to work." Bruce replied without looking back.

Clark looked a little helpless. He directly charged up and flew into the air, then hugged Bruce's waist and took him to fly.

Clark flew Bruce to the tall haystacks nearby. After putting him there, he said, "I won't let you mess around. This is not only for your health, but also for our hard work." For the sake of collecting the fodder, you have to watch me do it before you can do it yourself."

Bruce showed a disapproving expression and sat cross-legged on the tallest haystack, crossing his arms and staring at Clark in mid-air.

"This is a special place to prevent the Batcat from fighting crime while I'm at work. It can't even get down, let alone you."

After saying that, Clark shrugged, picked up the rake beside Bruce, and went to prepare the fodder.

Bruce looked at the surrounding environment and found that Clark was right. It was very high here, and there was no platform for slow descent. With the cat's jumping ability, it was unlikely that he could successfully escape, let alone people. .

Bruce originally planned to call Clark, but he found that Clark was very busy. He was pushing the haystack compressed into a roll in, pushing it out again, loading the hay into the cart with pitchforks and rakes, and removing the hay again. Come down.

In just a few minutes, Clark came back and forth more than a dozen times. The repetitive and regular actions were always so hypnotic. After watching it for a few minutes, Bruce felt that he could no longer keep his eyelids open.

This is actually not a comfortable sleeping environment. The haystacks are too hard and carry a strange smell. Mixed with the smell of livestock manure and the smell of rotten wood on the roof of the pen, it makes people seem to have lost their sense of smell for a moment.

Bruce didn't know where he got his sense of security, sleeping in a place that he would have definitely considered a dangerous environment at high altitudes before.

Perhaps it was Clark's overpowering power that would give any weak human being extra confidence. Bruce didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Bruce was facing the dazzling sunlight. The bright light in the early morning shone on his quilt through the curtains that were not tightly drawn, making that line very hot.

Bruce wrinkled his eyes, and before his brain was fully activated, Jonathan had already walked up to the loft where Bruce rested with a glass of hot milk. The middle-aged father wearing glasses put the milk on Bruce's bedside table and said to him:

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night? When Clark brought you back, we thought something had happened to you, but luckily you were just asleep."

Bruce felt a little embarrassed, perhaps because two strong men were squeezed into the narrow attic space. Even if Jonathan didn't show any attack, it made Bruce feel unsafe.

As soon as he had this idea, Jonathan immediately took two steps back and retreated to the attic stairs, with only one head exposed. He smiled and said to Bruce: "You can sleep a little longer, breakfast will be ready soon, later I asked Clark to call you."

After Jonathan left, Bruce no longer felt sleepy. He turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging above his head. It was now 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was also 7 o'clock before they went to the pen last night. In other words, he Slept for nearly 12 hours.

Bruce got up from the bed in a hurry. He found that he was wearing the pajamas he brought in his suitcase, but his original clothes were missing. On the bedside was a set of Clark's clothes. The material was soft and the surface was smooth. It was still a little hot when I held it in my hand, but it looked like it had just been ironed.

Clark is only a little taller than Bruce, but he is much stronger than him. Bruce is already very strong among human males, but Clark is not as strong as a human.

Bruce changed his clothes without thinking too much. As soon as he walked down the stairs, Martha let out an exclamation.

"God, look at him! What a handsome young man! I knew you would fit in this baseball jersey. I bought it for Clark when he wasn't in college. It's still out of date now!"

Bruce instinctively turned his head to the side. He was really not very adaptable to Martha's enthusiasm, but he quickly did so. He realized how passionate Martha could be, or that it was not passion, but just the lady's instinct.

Martha quickly walked up to Bruce, then walked around behind him, stretched out her hand to adjust his collar, and patted the back of Bruce's head with her hand, indicating that he lowered his head so that she could choose the appropriate position for the collar.

But as soon as he lowered his head, the bandage around his neck became more obvious. Bruce waited for a long time but didn't notice that the position of his collar had changed. When he turned around, he found that Martha was covering her mouth and crying.

"Oh, it's okay, leave me alone." Martha sniffed and said, "Clark wanted to change your pajamas for you last night. He wanted me to prepare a new set of clothes, so I found his clothes and sent them to the attic. ”

"Clark just took off your shirt, and I saw the terrible wounds on your body. I was so scared that I almost fell down the attic stairs... No one should have suffered this disaster. It was really terrible. "

Martha walked up to Bruce again and adjusted his collar, and then said: "I often tell the children in small towns, no matter how hard they fight outside, they should think about the wounds on their bodies before fighting with others. Yes. How many tears it made their parents shed.”

"If the goal of a person's hard work is not to make himself and his family happy, but to make himself miserable and make his family worried, then what is the meaning of striving?"

Bruce looked at her in silence. He had rarely seen so many emotions piled together on one person's face. The people he often dealt with were used to avoiding being happy and trying to remain calm as long as he could see it on their faces. It's rare to feel an emotion.

But what surprised Bruce even more was that Martha did not stay immersed in this sad emotion for too long. In less than ten seconds, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, showed a smile, and said, "You are so beautiful." Don't let Clark know I'm crying again. I cried once last night and it made them both miserable."

Martha wiped her tear-stained hands on her apron, then turned and went to the kitchen. As she walked, she turned back to Bruce and said, "You must have been hungry very quickly after being injured so badly. Breakfast will be ready soon. This morning Add two more dishes, and if you can’t finish it, you can still have it for lunch…”

Bruce stood there and didn't know what to think, but after a while, he heard a faint voice coming from behind the stairs, which seemed to be Clark talking on the phone.

"Oh, really? That is indeed a bit troublesome. You city people must not know about the harvest season of agricultural products. How about this? How about I go back to the metropolis..."

"But what's a little troublesome is that I have a good friend who is recuperating at my house. He has been injured, or seriously injured, and needs someone to take care of him. If I don't stay with him, he will be very sad..."

"Of course, I am also happy to do this. In fact, this is the best solution, but are you sure the curator can tolerate the environment of the farm?"

"Oh, Louise, I'm not saying that you city people are delicate, but these artists are inevitably a bit...isn't it? So magical? If that's the case, of course I welcome it, okay, okay, I will Go pick her up..."

Clark put down the phone and walked out. After seeing Bruce, he said, "There is a new guest on the farm."

"My colleague Louise at the Metropolitan newspaper just called me and said that she has a friend who used to work at the Metropolitan Museum and has now taken over the planning of the Met's largest agricultural products exhibition. Louise will be responsible for it. Covering this agricultural product expo.”

"But from the curatorial team to the newspaper, no one knows about agricultural products, nor does they know about the agricultural development in the metropolitan area. They know that I come from a farmer's family, and they hope to get some help from me."

"If you are not here, I can fly back to the metropolis directly, but they heard that I have a friend here, so they plan to come directly to the farm to visit and accumulate some practical experience, because Kansas is also an agricultural product expo. A benchmark region for hosting.”

Bruce nodded, indicating that he understood, but Clark scratched his head and said, "I don't know what kind of person Louis's curator friend is, but I heard that he is an artist. I am not very good at dealing with such people. They will arrive in the afternoon. Can you accompany me to pick them up?"

Bruce nodded again, and Clark handed over a note with a series of contact numbers and a name on it, the curator of the Metropolitan Museum of Art - "Diana Prince".