In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1220: The Farm of Justice (2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

In front of the huge tractor, the silhouettes of the two young people are very small.

Both Clark and Bruce looked up at the huge mechanical vehicle. Bruce covered the wound on his neck, lowered his head, turned to Clark and said, "We really want to drive this thing to town Up?"

"Yes, we only have this choice." Clark didn't care at all. He walked to the side of the vehicle and began to check the fuel tank.

"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 up here, so it looked a bit messy.

However, after experiencing a trip to the slums, Bruce already has 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, creeks, and meat processing production lines. It has been passed down for four generations. It has a long history, stable output, and strong liquidity. It's the leader in Smallville, and the best in the entire state of Kansas.

His father, Jonathan Kent, is a very well-known farmer in Kansas and an opinion leader for farmers in southern Kansas. He often goes to the Kansas Congress to fight for the rights of farmers. He even speaks louder than many congressmen. easy to use.

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 timing of secondary crop output. Everyone trusts her.

If you use a slightly old-fashioned vocabulary to describe the Kent family, then they can be called squires in Kansas, stable, wealthy and have the right to speak, not the poor class at all.

Before Bruce came here, he had imagined life on a farm. In his opinion, such a family should be quite wealthy, even if it is not as good as the Wayne family, it should still be rich and well-off.

After coming here, after coming to the farm, Bruce found that the land is quite generous, and there are plenty of pastures and fodder, but the living conditions of people can only be said to be unsatisfactory, and there is a certain distance from being rich. difference.

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

On the right side of the villa is the steel row garage, which was built in recent years. The barn, mill and sundries warehouse are on the left side. The sheepfolds are lined up on both sides.

It’s not that Bruce dislikes that Clark’s family doesn’t have a car. The main reason is that the row of garages gave him an illusion. He thought that there was a car parked in every garage, just like in his Batcave. It's like a Batmobile is parked in every parking spot.

It was not until Clark took Bruce's arm to help him board the tractor's co-pilot seat 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. A little delay may result in not having enough money to buy seeds, or not paying wages to workers who shear sheep.”

Bruce nodded, feeling the vibration of the tractor under his body, until this time, he hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem.

And when the tractor drove out of the concrete floor near the garage, Bruce's head almost hit the steel frame next to it at the first mud hurdle it passed.

"Be careful, hold on! This thing is more about practical value, and it may indeed lack a bit of enjoyment experience." Clark said, holding the joystick.

"You are such a good reporter." Bruce said while holding the handle next to him, looking at Clark.

The Kent farm is some distance away from the town. Half of the road in this distance is a flat road that has been repaired, and the other half is a dirt road.

When the tractor is driving on a dirt road, it is a bit like driving to the most high-end washing machine. The main feature is a combination of pushing back and weightlessness.

Bruce was a little nauseous. While trying to stabilize his body's center of gravity, he looked at Clark and said, "Why is the road repair only halfway done? Even if it's a small town, it's not like there's no such money Right?"

"The groundwater veins are too shallow, and the roads built before will crack due to soaking in the rainy season. The town has tried many ways, and our family has paid for it, but there is no way to solve it, so we can only endure it. Already."

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

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

The sunshine in Kansas is actually not particularly outrageous, but no matter what, it must be much better than Gotham. Bruce is a native of Gotham, no different from a vampire. He found that he has not adapted to normal life. It's sunny.

He squinted his eyes and covered the front of his eyes with his hands, his brows and eyes were all squeezed together, looked at Clark and said, "Don't you really feel sunburned?"

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."

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

"Go away, here's my hat!" roared Batcat.

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

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

"I didn't," Bruce denies immediately, turning his head away.

"Of course you have. Although I'm not Batman, I know what you think. When Xiaobu brought us a huge live fish from the creek for the first time, I knew it. I always like to use material 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 Xiaobu, 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 daylight, on both sides of the road were freshly sown spring wheat and windbreak trees planted beside the fields.

The roar of the tractor engine has also become a spring hymn, which becomes louder and louder as the sun tilts.

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

"Sunshine is my energy." Clark looked ahead and operated the tractor and said, "Let me tell you a secret, but please don't tell anyone. My power comes from the sun."

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

Bruce withdrew his arms, narrowed his eyes again, some 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 through there seemed to be re-emerging. Come alive.

"I wear half way, you wear half way, that's just right." Bruce said.

The scorching sun baked the air into ripples, and everything was brightly molded into the outline of the lake. When the tractor drove to the entrance of the town, everyone was greeting Clark.

Like a big star, Clark waved his hands to the left and nodded to the right, not minding the contrast between the size of 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 sideways to the car window and looked at the car below and said, "I think you should drive a little to the right, you're going to touch their rearview mirror , 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.

Just when Bruce turned his head back to look ahead, he found that a tractor was also driving in front of 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 had more impact than a luxury car of the same brand.

"Cool?" Clark said with a smile: "That's a rich old man who came to us to experience life on a farm. I know what you want to say. No one laughs at him. Who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor?" ? Don't you want to?"

Bruce opened his mouth for a while. He just wanted to say that he didn't want to, but he thought of the domineering appearance, mighty and majestic appearance, and smooth and graceful body lines, and he was speechless again.

He thought that the tractor that Clark was driving was big enough. Kent's tractor is already a pretty good brand~IndoMTL.com~ and it seems that it was newly bought in the past two years, and all kinds of accessories are very complete , looks very industrial aesthetic.

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

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

There's no man who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor, and it'd be crazy to have a bucket and a digger for nothing.

The rumbling tractor drove to the gate of the market, and Clark introduced: "This is the largest market in Smallville, and there are agricultural products from dozens of farms around the town, as well as those caught from 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 full of people, and most of them were farmers from surrounding farms like Clark.

Clark parked the tractor at the designated location. Bruce looked around and realized that it wasn't even outrageous to drive a tractor. There were all kinds of agricultural vehicles parked in the parking space, and there was even a horse and two sheep. camel.

Getting off the tractor, Clark drove Bruce to the fresh market without stopping, and bought two extremely fresh live bass before the last batch of fishmongers closed the stall.

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

Then he was slapped by the perch that rose into the air.