Chapter 1221: The Farm of Justice (Part 3)

Clark was horrified and quickly used his super strength to catch the bass that had already floundered to the ground.

Bruce took a breath and touched the side of his cheek. His face didn't hurt, but the wound on his neck began to bleed again.

Clark had no choice but to run to the service station in the market again, asked for a first aid kit and bandages, and helped Bruce re-bandage the wound.

"Sorry, our medical conditions here are limited. You should have that magical spray in your suitcase, right?" Clark said while wrapping the bandage.

"Is there no hospital in the town?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, there are, but there are too many people." Clark shook his head and said, "If we go now, conservatively speaking, we should be able to get a place before September next year."

Just as Bruce was about to speak, Clark guessed what he was going to say, so he said, "Private medical insurance is useless. There is only one general practitioner, one intern and one head nurse in the whole town. Even if the big boss of the insurance company comes, he has to queue up."

Bruce said nothing, but shook his head slightly. He was not so arrogant as to criticize the lack of medical resources here from the perspective of a Gotham man or a wealthy man.

Kansas is originally an agricultural state. Most of the cities here are not developed enough. Not to mention compared with Gotham, one of the largest cities on the East Coast, there is a certain gap even compared with cities in other central states.

Now, Bruce understands that everything has its pros and cons. Gotham is developed, but development also brings an extremely fast-paced life. In a place where even gangs need to roll inward, how can there be any leisurely tractor driving to the market?

After bandaging his neck, Clark hurriedly wanted to go back and let Bruce use the magical bat spray he brought to heal the wound on his neck, but Bruce seemed to be in no hurry at all. He suggested going to the flea market.

Clark seemed a little surprised. Bruce shook his head and said, "Last night, the first night I came here, Gordon called me and said that the Falconet family and Luo Yin took the initiative to mediate the conflict, and both sides asked Gordon to convey their regards, asking me to rest well and not leave any sequelae."

Bruce sighed and said, "Sometimes, it is not your existence that proves your existence, but your disappearance."

"When you exist, no one realizes that you exist, or because you exist, they are fearless, and when you are about to disappear or almost disappear, they wake up and realize how important your existence is."

Clark laughed and said, "Thank you, now I don't have such a big psychological burden to ask for leave from the newspaper."

The two walked to the flea market together, and Clark continued, "My report has indeed brought a trend. Many citizens of the metropolis are very curious about the mysterious city next door to them."

"I wanted to take this opportunity to add fuel to the fire and write a few more reports, but on the phone, Jonathan and Martha didn't agree with me. Do, Jonathan hopes that I can ask for a long vacation and come back to accompany my family. The difficulty is not to follow the waves, but the rapids retreat. " Naturally, there will be other people in depth. Everyone has deepened than others. When the facts have bottomed out, there are only false fabrications left. "I don't know." Clark shook his head and said, "But Jonathan and Martha have been avoiding this situation. They don't regard me as a perfect god who will not make mistakes. They are afraid that I will go the wrong way and hope that they can be the reins that pull me back from the brink."

Bruce felt his heart beat. He seemed to think of someone and fell into deep thought.

Clark smiled, lowered his eyes and said, "I am very fortunate that they are there at every critical moment. Although it may seem to you that I live too mediocrely and don't make decisive choices when any miracle may happen, at least I have avoided making things worse and hurting others."

"...We are here." Bruce looked up at the sign of the second-hand market engraved with sunflower patterns.

The two walked in, and Bruce found that this place was very different from the second-hand market in Gotham that was used to sell stolen goods. Most of the second-hand goods here were some farm tools and various farm machinery accessories, and even some livestock.

Clark pointed to a straw hat hanging on an old hanger on one of the stalls and said excitedly, "Look, we don't have to take turns wearing hats when we go back. Hello, how much is this hat?"

"Buy something else and I'll give it to you for free." The fat farmer with a cigarette in his mouth and red skin said, "Isn't this little Kent? Didn't your father scold you for not wearing a hat when you go out?"

Several farmers around him started laughing loudly. Clark waved his hand and said shyly, "Don't be like this. I'm not a child anymore. I'm working."

"Yes, we all know that you've become a reporter for a big newspaper in a big city. That's an amazing job. When are you going to report on our town?"

"Wait until another meteorite falls."

Clark took out a roll of money from his washed-out wide-leg jeans, counted out a few bills and handed them to the stall owner in front of him, took two cigarette holders and the straw hat hanging from his stall, and waved to him.

Bruce was curious about everything he saw. He pointed at a machine on one of the stalls and asked, "What is this for?"

"For plowing."

"What about this?"

"For sowing."

"This?"

"For harvesting."

Bruce kept turning his head, staring at the huge tractor parts with some fascination.

The complex steel structure, sharp blades, and large metal shafts on it flashed brightly under the sun, like the cold light flashed by the blade when humans killed the gods who blessed the good weather.

Until he got back on the tractor, Bruce still seemed a little absent-minded. Clark pushed him twice, and Bruce turned his head and looked at him in a daze and said, "If I plant the seeds in the ground, they will grow out and become food, right?"

"In theory, that's the case." Clark replied.

"Why in theory?"

Clark pursed his lips, and Bruce saw a sad expression on his face that he rarely showed. The young man from the small town said:

"I used to think so too. Land is the most reliable thing in the world. As long as you sow, you will get a harvest."

"But later, I found that not every piece of land is so lucky. Sowing with expectation, waiting for growth steadily, harvesting food, and filling the stomach, this process is actually a luxury."

"The vast plains of my hometown are extremely rare in the world. Planting food will have a rich harvest, and the land owned by most countries in the world does not have such good conditions, or even if there are good natural conditions, good seeds cannot be planted."

Bruce was silent too After that, it was obvious that both of them thought of the same thing. Bruce thought for a while and then asked, "How is Oliver?"

Clark didn't have many friends named Oliver, so he knew that Bruce was referring to the Green Arrow. Clark nodded and said, "He's still okay. Guadalajara is actively striving for autonomy. They have actually controlled a large area of ​​land and are now confronting the local government."

"Of course, the domestic media calls them the largest terrorist organization in Mexico so far. To the US and Mexican governments, they are indeed a terrorist organization and they have killed many people, but to the people of Guadalajara, they are defenders of the land."

Bruce fell into deep thought again, so although the sun was still bright on the way back to the city, the atmosphere seemed a little silent.

The silent atmosphere ended when Clark repeated to Jonathan and Martha in the living room how Bruce was slapped by the bass.

Jonathan laughed out loud, patting the back of the sofa and saying, "I told you that this is a mistake every young man would make, but your mother didn't believe it! When we went fishing in the Mississippi River, my cousin and I were thrown into the water by a huge black bass. Your mother laughed at me for more than half a year."

The thin Martha chopped off the fish head with a sharp knife, and the sound of "dong" made the three men in the living room tremble instinctively.

But the beautiful lady still said in such a gentle and slow tone: "Before we set off, I told you not to take those big fish as your target, it's very dangerous. Everyone agreed, but when they got on the boat, their faces changed, and everyone shouted to be the king of fish today."

"Comparativeness is also a lesson that every young man must go through." Jonathan tried to make up for it.

About half an hour later, Martha's voice came from the kitchen: "Okay, bring the food to the table. You must be waiting impatiently, right?"

Clark walked over first. He first brought the heaviest bowl of pea soup and a large plate of fish pie to the table. Jonathan brought fried fish fillet, baked chicken, and Caesar salad to the table.

Bruce stood at the door of the kitchen, looking a little at a loss. He didn't know whether he should go in. He was worried that the strength of his arms was not enough to get Birosko and cinnamon rolls to the table smoothly.

In the end, it was Clark who helped him out. His tall figure squeezed into the kitchen, brought the last few dishes to the table, and pulled Bruce to sit down.

The dining atmosphere at the Kent family was very different from that at Wayne Manor. Everyone in the Kent family liked to talk at the table and laugh from time to time.

Bruce was indeed not used to talking during meals, but what bothered him more was Martha's somewhat scary frequency of serving dishes.

This lady, like every mother in the world, always had a worry - would her children not have enough to eat?

Martha, however, was particularly loving. She attached great importance to Clark's first friend brought home, fearing that he would not have enough to eat.

Bruce tried his best to stuff food into his mouth, but it was of no avail.

Looking at the mountain of dishes on his plate, Bruce finally knew why Batcat had become as fat as a ball in just a few months.