Chapter 1223: The Farm of Justice (V)

The barns at Kent Farm are modern integrated barns, where cows and pigs are in the same space. Because there are fewer cows, only five including calves, and more pigs, they occupy more than half of the space, and the space of these two combined barns is just enough.

Neither cows nor pigs are the main sources of output of Kent Farm. The most important thing in the entire farm is sheep. There are more than 200 sheep in Kent Farm, half of which are wool-producing sheep and the other half are meat sheep, divided into two sheep pens.

Originally, in the last mating season, more than 100 ewes were pregnant, but most of the lambs had been sold. The breeds selected by the Kent family are very excellent, so the lambs are very popular. This is the main source of income for the farm in animal husbandry, so Jonathan only left two lambs, and they are still with their mother.

Bruce lay outside the door of the barn and looked inside. The two lambs were already asleep. The lambs were not just born, but had grown up a lot, so they were furry. It looked very cute. Clark walked into the pen, picked up one and handed it to Bruce.

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

After that, they saw the calf in the cowshed. The calf was much more lively, constantly turning around in the pen, and its four hooves took turns stepping on the ground.

Seeing Clark coming over, the calf instinctively stepped back, as if it was a little scared. Clark showed an embarrassed look and said, "You may not believe it, but animals are a little afraid of me. I am much more useful than a sheepdog."

Bruce's mind appeared a scene of Clark running and driving the sheep back to the sheepfold, and he almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face.

Bruce reached out his hand and touched the calf's wet nose through the fence. The coldness sobered him up a little, so he turned around and asked Clark: "Didn't you say you wanted to do farm work? Where is the hay?"

Clark interrupted him and said: "You don't really want to do it? Your injury hasn't healed yet. You can stay on the haystack over there and take a nap. When you wake up, the work will be done."

"I didn't come out to sleep." Bruce shook his head and refused him. He started to walk to the other side of the pen with a rake. Clark closed the door of the cowshed and asked him: "Where are you going?"

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

Clark seemed a little helpless. He directly jumped into the air with a power accumulation, then hugged Bruce's waist and flew with him.

Clark flew Bruce to a tall haystack nearby, put him there and said, "I won't let you do anything wrong. This is not only for your health, but also for the hay we have worked so hard to collect. You have to look at it first before you can do it yourself."

Bruce showed a disapproving expression, sitting cross-legged on the highest haystack, staring at Clark in the air with his arms folded. …

"This is a special place to prevent the bat cat from fighting crime when it is alive. If it can't come down, you can forget about it." After saying that, Clark shrugged, picked up the rake next to Bruce, and went to prepare hay.

Bruce looked around and found that Clark was right. This place was very high and there was no platform for slow descent. With the jumping ability of a cat, it was unlikely to escape successfully, let alone a human.

Bruce was going to call Clark, but he found that Clark was very busy, pushing the compressed haystack in and out, loading hay onto the cart with a pitchfork and a rake, and taking the hay off.

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

This is actually not a comfortable sleeping environment. The haystack is too hard and has a strange smell, mixed with the stench of livestock feces and the smell of rotting wood on the roof of the barn, which makes people seem to lose their sense of smell in an instant.

Bruce didn't know where his sense of security came from, sleeping in a place that he would definitely judge as a dangerous environment at high altitude in the past.

Perhaps Clark's overly powerful strength would give any weak human 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 of the early morning shone through the loose curtains onto his quilt, making the line very hot.

Bruce frowned, and his brain hadn't fully started yet. Jonathan had already walked up to the loft where Bruce was resting with a cup of hot milk. The middle-aged father with 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 you were in trouble, but fortunately you just fell asleep."

Bruce felt a little embarrassed, perhaps because two strong men squeezed into the narrow attic space. Even if Jonathan did not have any attacking posture, it made Bruce feel unsafe.

As soon as he had this thought, Jonathan immediately took two steps back and retreated to the attic stairs, only showing his head, and said to Bruce with a smile: "You can sleep for a while, breakfast will be ready soon, I will let Clark call you later."

After Jonathan left, Bruce did not feel sleepy. He turned his head and looked at the clock hanging above his head. It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was also 7 o'clock before they went to the barn last night, which means that 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 gone. On the bedside was a set of Clark's clothes, which were soft and smooth. They were still a little hot when he held them in his hands. At a glance, they were just ironed.

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

Bruce changed his clothes without thinking too much. As soon as he walked down the stairs, Martha exclaimed. …

"Oh my God, look at him! What a handsome guy! I knew that you would definitely suit this baseball shirt. I bought it for Clark before he went to college, and it is still not outdated now!"

Bruce instinctively turned his head to one side. He really couldn't adapt to Martha's enthusiasm, but soon. He realized how enthusiastic Martha could be, or it was not enthusiasm, but just the instinct of this lady.

Martha walked quickly in front of Bruce, and then walked behind him, stretched out her hand to adjust his collar, and patted Bruce on the back of his head, indicating that he should lower his head so that she could choose the collar in the right position.

But when he lowered his head, the bandage on 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, don't worry about me." Martha sniffed and said, "Clark wanted to change your pajamas last night, and 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 matter who it is, no one should suffer this disaster. It's really terrible."

Martha walked in front of Bruce and straightened his collar, then said, "I often tell the children in the town that no matter how hard they fight outside, before fighting with others, they should think about the wounds on their bodies. How many tears will 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 worry about his family, then what is the meaning of struggle?"

Bruce looked at her in silence. He rarely saw so many emotions piled up on a person's face. Those people he often dealt with were used to avoiding showing joy and trying not to show their emotions. It was a rare thing to see an emotion on their faces. But what surprised Bruce even more was that Martha didn't stay in this sad mood for too long. In less than ten seconds, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, smiled, and said, "Don't let Clark know that I cried again. I cried once last night, and they both felt terrible."

Martha wiped her tearful hands on her apron, turned around and went to the kitchen, and said to Bruce as she walked, "You must be hungry soon after being injured so badly. Breakfast will be ready soon. Add two more dishes this morning. If you can't finish it, you can have it at noon..."

Bruce stood there and didn't know what to think, but after a while, he heard a faint voice coming from behind the stairs, as if Clark was calling.

"Oh, really? That's a bit troublesome. You city people definitely don't understand things like the harvest season of agricultural products. How about I go back to the metropolis..."

"But it's a bit troublesome. I have a good friend who is recuperating at my house. He is 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 that the curator can stand the environment of the farm?"

"Oh, Louise, I'm not saying You city people are delicate, but those who engage in art are inevitably a little... Is that right? So amazing? If so, then of course I welcome it, OK, OK, I will go pick her up..."

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

"Louise, my colleague at the Metropolitan Newspaper, just called me and said that she has a friend who used to work at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and now has taken over the planning work of the largest agricultural product exhibition in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Louise will be responsible for reporting on this agricultural product exhibition."

"But from the curatorial team to the newspaper, no one knows about agricultural products, and they don't know about the development of agriculture in the metropolitan area. They know that I come from a farmer's family and hope to get some help from me."

"If you are not here, I can fly back to the metropolitan area directly, but they heard that I have a friend here, so they plan to visit the farm directly and accumulate some practical experience, because Kansas is also a benchmark area for agricultural product expositions."

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 string of contact numbers and a name, the curator of the Metropolitan Museum of Art - "Diana Prince".