Chapter 1220: The Farm of Justice (II)

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

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, conservation 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 among farmers in southern Kansas. He often goes to the Kansas State Assembly to fight for the rights of farmers. He speaks better than many congressmen. Nitrogen

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 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 generous, 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. Nitrogen

Until Clark pulled Bruce's arm to help him get on the co-pilot seat of the tractor, 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 said to 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. Nitrogen

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

Bruce felt like vomiting because of the bumping. While trying to stabilize his body, 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 poor that it doesn't have this little money, right?"

"The underground water veins are too shallow. The roads built before will crack due to soaking in the rainy season. The town has thought of many ways, and my family has also paid for it, but there is no solution, 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 troubled Bruce, that is, it was too sunny here.

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

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

Clark laughed happily and said, "That's why they call us rednecks. The farm is very sunny. If you have seen Jonathan in the planting season, you will call him that too."

Bruce instinctively reached out to take the hat on Clark's lap, but when the hat was opened, a cat jumped out from under it and bit Bruce's wrist.

"Get out of here, this is my hat!" Batcat roared.

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

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

"I didn't." Bruce immediately denied and turned his head to one side.

"Of course you did. Although I'm not Batman, I know what you think. When Boo first brought us a huge live fish from the creek, I knew that you always like to use material things to measure the value of everything." Nitrogen

"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 Boo. If you don't worry 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 the flat road. In the bright and brilliant sunlight, both sides of the road were spring wheat that had just been sown, and windbreak trees planted on the edge of the field.

The roar of the tractor engine also became a hymn to spring, and it became louder and louder as the sunlight tilted.

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

"Sunlight is my energy." Clark said while operating the tractor with his eyes facing forward: "I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone else. My power comes from the sun." Nitrogen

Just as Clark was about to turn his head to look at Bruce, he felt something on 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. The scorching sun shone on the wounds on his neck and shoulders, making the slight pain more intense, but at the same time the blood flowing there seemed to come alive again.

"I'll wear it half the way, and you wear it half the way. This is just right." Bruce said.

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

Just like a big star, Clark waved his hand on the left and nodded on the right, not minding the huge size difference between the tractor he was driving and the family car next to him.

But Bruce seemed a little uncomfortable, even a little nervous. He leaned 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 mirrors. No, no, drive slower, 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. Nitrogen

Just when Bruce turned his head back and looked forward, he found that a tractor was coming towards him. What surprised him even more was that this tractor was a Lamborghini.

When passing by this tractor, Bruce could hardly take his eyes off it. He had to admit that the big guy who just passed by was much more impactful than the luxury car of the same brand.

"Cool, right?" Clark said with a smile, "He was a rich guy who came here to experience life on a farm. I know what you want to say. No one laughed at him. Who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor? Don't you want it?"

Bruce opened his mouth. He was about to say that he didn't want it, but when he thought of the domineering appearance, the majestic shape, and the smooth and beautiful body lines, he couldn't speak again.

He thought that the tractor Clark was driving was big enough. The Kent family's tractor was already a very good brand, and it looked like it was newly bought in the past two years. It had a complete range of accessories and looked very industrial.

But if the reference object was a Lamborghini tractor, it would be a little insufficient.

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

No man would not want a Lamborghini tractor. If there were a bucket and an excavator, it would be crazy and he would not exchange it for anything.

The rumbling tractor drove to the entrance 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. In addition, there is a flea market over there."

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

Clark parked the tractor at the designated location. Bruce looked around and found that it was not even outrageous to drive a tractor. There were all kinds of agricultural vehicles parked in the parking space, and even a horse and two alpacas.

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

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

Then he was slapped by the perch that flew into the air. Nitrogen