In front of the huge tractor, the figures of the two young men were made very small.
Clark and Bruce both raised their heads and looked up at this huge mechanical vehicle. Bruce covered the wound on his neck, lowered his head, turned to look at Clark and said: "Do we really want to drive this thing to town?
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"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. After finding that there was not enough fuel, he brought another oil drum and started filling it.
"Don't you have a more normal family car?" Bruce asked very tactfully. He looked at the scene in the garage. There were a lot of haystacks stacked here, so it looked a bit messy.
However, after traveling through the slums, Bruce already had a general understanding of ordinary people's lives.
Clark's family actually belongs to the middle class, and is even more stable and wealthy than the average middle class.
The Kent family's farm is very large, with farmland, pastures, woodland, protected areas, creeks and jerky processing production lines. It has been passed down for four generations. It has a long history, stable output, and strong liquidity. It can be said to be a small farm.
The leader in the town of Vail is also the leader in the entire state of Kansas.
His father, Jonathan Kent, was a very famous farmer in Kansas and an opinion leader for farmers in southern Kansas. He often went to the Kansas Congress to fight for the rights of farmers. He even spoke better than many congressmen.
Clark's mother, Martha, is also the vice president of the Kansas Women's Federation. She is mainly responsible for communicating information on agricultural product prices, seasonal weather, and the timing of secondary crop yields. Everyone trusts this woman.
If we use a slightly more cliched term to describe the Kent family, then they can be called the squires of the Kansas area, stable, wealthy and have the right to speak, not a poor class at all.
Before Bruce came here, he had imagined farm life. In his opinion, such a family should be quite wealthy. Even if it was not as good as the Wayne family, it should still be wealthy and wealthy.
After arriving here, after arriving at the farm, Bruce discovered that the land was quite generous, and there was plenty of all kinds of pasture and fodder, but the living conditions of people could only be said to be unsatisfactory, and there was a certain gap between them and affluence.
The entire Kent farm is a square with one corner missing. Because it was built early, the house the Kent family lives in is a three-story old stone villa that was renovated decades ago. The home decoration is also in American country style.
On the right side of the villa is the steel townhouse, which was built in recent years. The barn, mill and sundries warehouse are on the left side. Opposite is the entrance to the pasture, cattle pens, chicken coops, pig pens and sheep pens.
Line up on both sides.
It wasn't that Bruce disliked the fact that the Clark family didn't have a car, but the row of garages gave him an illusion. He thought there was a car parked in each garage, just like every one in his Batcave.
There was a Batmobile parked in every parking space.
It wasn't until Clark took Bruce's arm to help him get into the passenger seat of the tractor 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. Once something is bought, it must be put to use immediately, even if there is a slight delay.
This may result in not having enough money to buy seeds, or not paying wages to the sheep shearing workers.”
Bruce nodded, feeling the vibration of the tractor beneath him. Until this moment, he had not realized the seriousness of the problem.
And when the tractor drove out of the concrete floor near the garage, the first mud bump it passed made Bruce's head almost hit the steel frame next to it.
"Be careful and hold it steady! This thing focuses more on practical value and may indeed lack some enjoyment experience." Clark said, holding the joystick in his hand.
"You are such a good reporter." Bruce held the handle next to him and looked at Clark and said.
Kent Farm is some distance 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 drives over the dirt road, it's a bit like turning on the highest setting of a washing machine. The main thing is the combination of a pushing feeling and a weightless feeling.
Bruce was so shaken that he felt like vomiting. While trying to stabilize his body's center of gravity, Bruce looked at Clark and said, "Why is the road only half-finished? Even a small town can't even have this little money, right?"
"The underground water veins are too shallow, and the roads we built before will crack due to soaking during the rainy season. The town has tried many methods, and our family has also contributed money, but there is no solution, so we can only endure it."
Clark concentrated on driving, but when he saw that Bruce was feeling uncomfortable, he slowed down, making the journey even longer.
And at the same time, another problem bothered Bruce, that is, it was too sunny here.
The sunshine in Kansas is not particularly outrageous, but no matter what, it is definitely much better than Gotham. Bruce is a native of Gotham and is no different from a vampire. He found that he is no longer adaptable to normal sunshine.
He squinted his eyes and covered the front of his eyes with his hands, squeezed his eyebrows together, looked at Clark and said, "You really don't feel sunburned?"
Clark laughed happily and said: "That's why they call us red necks. The farm is very sunny. If you had seen Jonathan during the planting season, you would call him the same."
Bruce instinctively reached for the hat that was placed on Clark's lap, but as soon as the hat was lifted, a cat jumped out from underneath and bit Bruce's wrist.
"Go away, this is my hat!" Batcat roared.
"No, Boo, don't be like this, he is a patient and we have to take care of him." After saying that, Clark took off the hat on his head and put it on Bruce's head.
Bruce adjusted the position of his hat, and Clark looked up at him and said, "Did you just say, 'I'll pay for the use of the hat'?"
"I didn't." Bruce denied immediately and turned his head to the side.
"Of course you do. Although I am not Batman, I know what you think. When Xiaobu brought us a huge live fish from the creek for the first time, I knew that you always like it.
Use matter 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 are not worried 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 a flat road, in the bright and bright sunlight. On both sides of the road were spring wheat that had just been sown, and windbreak trees planted on the edge of the fields.
The roar of the tractor engine has also become a hymn of spring, getting louder and louder as the sun tilts.
Bruce suddenly turned his head, lowered the brim of his hat and looked at Clark and said, "...Aren't you going to sunbathe?"
"The sun is my energy." Clark said while looking ahead and operating the tractor: "I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell others, my power comes from the sun."
Clark was about to turn his head to look at Bruce when he felt something on top of 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. Some of the 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 there seemed to come back to life.
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"I'll wear half of it, and you'll wear half of it. That's just right." Bruce said.
The scorching sun caused ripples in the air, and everything was bright and blurred. When the tractor drove to the entrance of the town, everyone was greeting Clark.
Clark was like a big star, waving his hands on the left and nodding on the right, completely unmindful of the disparity in size between 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 are going to hit their rearview mirror. No,
No, drive slower and 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 coming towards him. What surprised him even more was that this tractor was a Lamborghini.
When Bruce passed by this tractor, he could hardly take his eyes away from it. He had to admit that the big guy that just passed by had a much more impact than the luxury cars of the same brand.
"Cool, right?" Clark said with a smile: "That's a rich man who came to us to open a farm and experience life. I know what you want to say. No one laughed at him. Who doesn't want a Lamborghini tractor? Don't you?
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Bruce opened his mouth. He was about to say that he didn't want to, but when he thought of the domineering appearance, the mighty and majestic appearance, and the smooth and graceful body lines, he was speechless.
He originally thought that the tractor Clark was driving was already big enough. The Kent tractor was already a pretty good brand, and it seemed to have been purchased newly in the past two years. It had all kinds of accessories and looked very industrial.
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But if the comparison reference is a Lamborghini tractor, it will be slightly insufficient.
Bruce turned his head and looked at Clark from above his eyes. He remembered what Clark said that cars are just production tools. They don't have to be so good, they just need to be useful, but he still saw a trace of envy in Clark's eyes.
There is no man who doesn’t want a Lamborghini tractor. It would be crazy to have a bucket and an excavator, and you would not want to trade it for anything.
The rumbling tractor drove to the door 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 hands above his eyes and looked over there. The traditional market was bustling with people, and most of them were farmers like Clark who came from surrounding farms.
Clark parked the tractor at the designated spot, and Bruce looked around and realized that it wasn't even outrageous to drive a tractor. There were various agricultural vehicles parked in the parking space, and there was even a horse and two alpacas.
After getting off the tractor, Clark took Bruce to the fresh market without stopping, and bought two extremely fresh live bass before the last fishmongers closed their stalls.
Because Clark still had to drive the tractor, he handed the live fish to Bruce very smoothly, and Bruce also took the fish tail very smoothly.